aren't you going to get a divorce?

Probably because yesterday afternoon's shooting was too sweet, this night, Rong Xia, who was the central figure in the incident, was actually the one who was least affected.

He went to bed early and slept until dawn.

It was quiet on the phone, no one came to harass him.

Anyway, Rong Xia himself can't give advice on solving this matter, so it's better not to let him know - it's good to have one less person to worry about.

Everyone held this mentality, so Rong Xia, the client, was ignorant all night.

Early the next morning, he got up as usual to change Jiujiu's dog food and water. He also had breakfast before sitting on the sofa to check yesterday's Weibo reactions.

After clicking on Weibo, Rong Xia was briefly stunned for a few seconds.

The number of retweets and comments... is really scary.

He casually glanced at the comments in the front row and the most retweeted Weibo posts, and then suddenly realized: It’s been a long time since he posted on Weibo for business, not to mention this kind of life-style stuff. In the past few years, he almost It has not been posted, no wonder fans reacted strongly.

Rong Xia thought in his heart that he should post more on Weibo in the future.

He just looked at it briefly, and didn't continue to scroll down at all. Naturally, he missed those messy @ and comments; he really didn't check Weibo very often, and he didn't have the habit of looking at the hot search list.

By accident, the farce last night that fermented for several hours and then subsided quietly, this person is still unaware of it.

At noon, Duan Han called.

When Rong Xia answered the phone, his voice was very pleasant, without any trouble.

"Duan Han, what's the matter? Hello, hello?"

Even because he didn't wait for Duan Han's answer in time, he repeated "Hello" several times.

Duan Han's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone sounded suspicious.But he didn't say much, just called his name.

Rong Xia quietly waited for the next words.

"..." On the other side of the phone, Duan Han breathed heavily, as if he had been ground on sandpaper. He didn't know how to speak, and finally said, "...I'll send you the photos from yesterday."

"Okay." Rong Xia was very satisfied with the behind-the-scenes video last night, and now he mentioned it with a smile in his voice, "Our Jiujiu is really photogenic!"

Rong Xia's voice sounded very energetic, it didn't look like he was disturbed by online messages.Duan Han was in a trance for a few seconds, and pressed down the apology and comfort that came to his lips.

"Xia Xia, you..."

"Huh?" Rong Xia didn't wait for the text, and only responded.

He seemed to be playing with Jiujiu, and occasionally made a teasing sound with a smile, "Hey, he bit my hand—I don't love you anymore! Be obedient..."

Duan Han didn't sleep almost the whole night, his face was very ugly, now Rong Xia's relaxed state was his only comfort.He murmured: "...It's fine if you're fine, it's fine if you're fine."

Rong Xia was concentrating on playing with the Samoyed, and was not on the phone call at all. Hearing these inexplicable words, he would subconsciously respond: "What can I do."

Duan Han didn't say anything else, just repeated "it's fine", and then ended the call.

Not long after it was quiet, Rong Xia received a new call.

He looked at the word "Liang Huai" jumping on the screen, and couldn't help thinking about what kind of day it was today, and why one or two came to him.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Liang Huai's voice could not wait to come out from the receiver.

"Xia Xia—"

Rong Xia couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, "What's wrong with you? You're so free today."

He was answered by the roar of a motorcycle engine.

"I just went to maintain the motorcycle. How about it? Are you free now? Let me show you the smoothness after the maintenance."

Rong Xia drives very well, almost to the point of timidity: if others want to overtake, he will obediently slow down and give way; when others drive slowly, he will obediently follow behind.

In short, afraid of death and cowardly.

The word drag racing has nothing to do with him.

During the previous month's relationship, he was coaxed by Liang Huai to sit on the back seat of this man's motorcycle once.

Rong Xia nervously climbed up, wrapped his arms around Liang Huai's waist, held tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and said tremblingly, "You, you go."

Then he screamed at such a fast speed that his voice almost broke.

Afterwards, the person involved said that this extreme speed that has never been experienced is really adrenaline-soaring-of course, it would be even better if he would not be dizzy and walk crookedly after getting out of the car...

Later, I sat for many times, and after getting used to it, the discomfort of dizziness and suffocation gradually decreased, leaving only the thrill of my heart pounding and about to burst through my chest.

It is undeniable that the stimulation brought by extreme sports is too strong, just hearing the word "drag racing", Rong Xia's heartbeat has already started to speed up.

He looked down at his watch and said hesitantly, "That, that..."

Liang Huai said decisively: "Don't do this and that, send me the address, and I will pick you up now, that's the decision."

Although he didn't pay attention to those smoky remarks last night, after waking up in the morning, Liang Huai immediately understood the inexplicable farce last night.

Naturally, he would not believe those eye-catching remarks.And...Although he has seen all the ups and downs that Rong Xia has endured in these years, he still can't help but sweat coldly for him.

He and Rong Xia are not in the same circle, there is almost nothing he can do to help Rong Xia, or in other words, Rong Xia has nothing that needs his help.

Liang Huai couldn't sit still, and hurried out the door with the car keys in his pocket.

When Rong Xia didn't need him, it didn't mean he couldn't do anything for Rong Xia.

Ten minutes later, Liang Huai informed Rong Xia to go downstairs.

This person changed to another car - last time the car was still fiery red, this time it was much more low-key, it was pure black.

Rong Xia narrowed his eyes and complained in disapproval: "The salary of the people's teachers is so high? Change the car every day."

Liang Huai's heart ached when he mentioned this, he hurriedly made a please gesture, and said with a full face, "I bought this thing with my whole year's salary, please stop talking about it."

Rong Xia snorted triumphantly, tapped Liang Huai's head with his fingers, turned over and got into the car.

Liang Huai took the helmet from his lap and handed it to him, then turned around to help him put it on carefully.

Rong Xia's eyes were very good, and he immediately recognized that the helmet was different from last time.

"You prodigal, Liang Huai." Rong Xia pointed.

Liang Huai, who felt guilty, kept his mouth shut and pretended not to hear, helping Rong Xia adjust the angle of his helmet.

After everything was ready, Liang Huai stretched out his hand to the back, grabbed Rong Xia's hand and wrapped it around his waist.

"Are you seated?"

Rong Xia moved left and right, found a comfortable position for his buttocks and sat down.

He was nervous and excited, and he didn't want to show it, so he said stiffly: "Can you sit still? It's not the first time I sit, so I'm not afraid, I..."

Liang Huai heard it funny, stretched out his hand to pat the back of his hand around his waist, and turned the accelerator downward with his right hand——

Carrying Rong Xia's screams, the motorcycle roared away.

The community where Rong Xia lives is not in the city, and it is only a few minutes' drive away from the highway.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was at its brightest, and the golden beams hit Liang Huai's blue jacket.The dashboard reflected light under the sunlight, and the numbers displayed on it kept rising.

109, 110, 111...

The eyes could no longer keep up with the high-speed driving, and the scenery around him retreated rapidly, and when they were reflected in Rong Xia's eyes through the goggles, they had already turned into grotesque circles of light.

The wind was very strong, Rong Xia lowered his head, still feeling the strong wind blowing on his face.

Liang Huai yelled something in front, but Rong Xia couldn't hear it, so he could only look up——

The curve was close at hand, Liang Huai probably told him to hold him tight, he was about to turn.

He stuck closer to Liang Huai's back, imitating his movements and lowering his body, keeping an angle as close as possible to him.

In front of their line of sight is a sharp curve, on the left is the ground that seems to be within reach, and behind them are one car after another that has been thrown far away.

Rong Xia yelled in his heart, "I'm going to fly out", but his body slowly stood upright as the turn ended.

The roar of the exhaust pipe rushed into his heart along his ears, and exploded in his heart without warning.

He almost felt like he was going to be out of breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the motorcycle stopped slowly.

The heartbeat finally landed on the ground, and the beating sound replaced the whistling wind in the ear and the tingling pain of the eardrum.A few seconds later, the helmet was gently removed.

There were a few drops of sweat on the tip of Rong Xia's nose, her cheeks were smothered in the airtight helmet, and her eyes were still a little confused.

He saw that Liang Huai had also taken off his helmet, a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet, and his head was also sweating.

The difference is that there is no apprehension or fear in that person's eyes, but only ease.

He pinched Rong Xia's ear, and joked half-jokingly: "So you're still scared, you should have said it earlier, I won't drive so fast."

He combed Rong Xia's hair well with his fingers, then jumped out of the car, bent over and looked at the pitiful person huddled behind.

"Tell me about you," Mr. Liang suffered another occupational disease. "You can't drink but you love to drink. You say you're not afraid of motion sickness. Why are you so addicted to food?"

Rong Xia was very unconvinced, and wanted to frown and stare at him, but when he raised his head, he became dizzy again.

Liang Huai didn't continue to tease him, but just stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his body, half-supporting and half-embracing him, leading him out of the car.

After getting over the terrible dizziness, Rong Xia looked up and looked around——Liang Huai stopped at a rest area on a nearby expressway.

This rest area is not big, and it is not convenient for eating and resting. Usually, few drivers are willing to stay here.

There are very few people, but it is suitable for big stars to take a break for a while.

Jokes aside, when the fatal dizziness was relieved and he was finally able to step on the ground "down-to-earth", Rong Xia couldn't help recalling the almost weightless dizziness just now.

Finally, he had the strength to reply to Liang Huai: "You are a food addict. I don't get motion sickness. It's because of your driving skills."

Liang Huai laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, I have a problem, I'm addicted to vegetables."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and wiped off the few drops of sweat from the tip of Rong Xia's nose with his index finger.

It was cold in winter, and the low temperature quickly evaporated the sweat of the two of them, and the blush on Rong Xia's face also slowly dissipated, and it became white and transparent again.

He squinted his eyes to look at the sky, pressed his heart, and turned to Liang Huai and said, "It's really relaxing and exciting. I also want to learn racing..."

He was self-consciously describing the pleasure brought by extreme sports, but he didn't know what kind of beauty his appearance would be in Liang Huai's eyes.

The sun in the distance fell on him, and his black hair and snow skin glowed with golden light, which was more beautiful than any painting in the world.

Liang Huai didn't have the heart to listen to what was being said in his open and closed mouth.

He just moved closer to Rong Xia and touched the tip of his nose with his lips.

One touch and one touch.

Rong Xia turned to look at him with a calm expression on his face.

The sourness slowly surged up from his heart, Liang Huai squeezed out a smile, and said softly, "Go back, Xia Xia."

The author has something to say:

The plot requires that you should be careful when driving a motorcycle in real life, and be a good baby who is as cowardly as Rong Xia (.