Chapter 134: Are You Harmonious…in Bed? (2)

There was a Japanese restaurant near their hotel which had got a national reputation. It was said that the fish roe with rice in that restaurant was especially delicious. Naturally, the price was also not cheap. Zhao Qingyuan recommended the restaurant to Qinghuan many times, but today he bypassed it directly.

Yu Qinghuan knew the man was afraid of spending too much money so he chose not to go.

“What are you thinking?” Zhao Qingyuan called Yu Qinghuan several times but didn’t get a response. He couldn’t help crying out, “Are you still thinking about that? Is it…really not harmonious?”

“No.” Yu Qinghuan grabbed a share of stinky tofu from Zhao Qingyuan’s hand, pointed at his own brain with a sneer and said, “This place is now full of a world that a single dog can never imagine.”

Right! He was actually not having any further intimate contact with Huo Qu, not even his right hand. But he absolutely could not expose it in front of Zhao Qingyuan!

Zhao Qingyuan, “…”

Yu Qinghuan stuffed a piece of stinky tofu into Zhao Qingyuan’s mouth when the latter was opening his mouth for more questions.

“Fuck! This one has chili! Ahem! Ahem…”

Yu Qinghuan’s hands could not help shaking, and he hurriedly patted him on the back, “Are you ok? Spit it out!”

But he was answered by Zhao Qingyuan with more violent coughs.

Even after they entered the hotel, Zhao Qingyuan still paid ignorance to Yu Qinghuan. His eyes were red, his lips slightly swollen, and his tongue was numb.

Yu Qinghuan felt guilty and could only accept his cold violence.

Soon after they got out of the elevator, they met Fang Zhongxi on the way. “Zhongxi, do you want a piece?” Zhao Qingyuan waved the stinky tofu in his hands in a warm and generous way. They were all members of the same crew, so he was trying to be nice.

“No,” Fang Zhongxi glanced at him lightly and walked straight into the elevator with a very indifferent attitude.

This made Zhao Qingyuan very embarrassed. When the elevator door was closed, he immediately forgot his hatred for Yu Qinghuan, “How arrogant he is! Who the hell does he think he is?”

“That is how he always is,” Yu Qinghuan said vaguely, withdrawing his eyes back from the elevator.

“A B-list star,” Zhao Qingyuan snorted, “Whatever. Come on, Qinghuan, let’s go back to eat stinky tofu.”

“Enjoy your meal,” Yu Qinghuan smiled at him, “I’ll pack up and go home later.”

“Are you nuts? The plane that leaves early in the morning will be just right for you to stay in the hotel. Why are you going home?”

“I’m going back to check on Huo Qu,” Yu Qinghuan took out the room card and switched open the door. “After all, I have to be outside for more than half a month.”

“Well, Then I have nothing to say.” Zhao Qingyuan rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, impatiently waved his hand, “Hurry up, go, go, go. Don’t show your affection in front of a single dog.”

The hotel booked by the film crew was near the airport but distanced from Yu Qinghuan’s dormitory, and it happened to be the rush hour after work. Qinghuan took whole two and a half hours to get there.

Huo Qu had sent several messages, asking him when he would come back. Yu Qinghuan bent his head and replied: [I am almost downstairs.] Then he put away his cell phone and said to Yu Xin, “Ge, just put me down here and I’ll go back by myself.”

“OK.” Yu Xin pulled over. “I’m afraid there is no parking lot in there. So I won’t go in.”

“Hmm.” Yu Qinghuan unfastened his seat belt and told Yu Xin to pay attention to safety while driving and then got off the car.

Yu Qinghuan’s dormitory was at the end of the community. He quickly bypassed the big garden in the middle and was about to go inside when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He thought it was Huo Qu, but unexpectedly it was Qin Zheng.

Yu Qinghuan was busy these days. Qin Zheng’s schedule was also full, traveling all over the world. Therefore, the two had not contacted each other for a long time.

“Brother Zheng?”

“Qinghuan,” Qin Zheng’s low and magnetic voice came from the other side of the line. In the dark, his voice was particularly pleasant and he said smilingly, “Guess where I am.”

Yu Qinghuan, “…”

His impression of Qin Zheng had stayed ten years later. Suddenly hearing Qin Zheng say so, he was a little not used to it. He waited a few seconds before squeezing out a few words, “How would I know?”

There was a sound of “bang” on the phone, which seemed to be the sound of closing the car door. Then, Yu Qinghuan heard the words from the phone, “I’m downstairs of your building.”

At this time? What was he doing here? Yu Qinghuan frowned. Before he could ask, Qin Zheng explained, “I just came back from the airport and passed by. So I wanted to come visit you.”

Yu Qinghuan didn’t know where Qin Zheng lived now and didn’t think much of it when he heard what he said.

“All right, I just got back from outside and will be downstairs soon. Please wait for me.”

“All right.”

Yu Qinghuan put away his phone, turned a corner and then he saw that Qin Zheng was standing under the street lamp. “Zheng!” Speaking of which, he trotted toward him.