CH 92

Chapter 92: Sleeping In the Hallway

The dining location was set at a very private hotel.

Normally, if you want to eat delicious food, you have to go to small restaurants on the streets and alleys to dine. There is no point in going to such high-end restaurants. They look quite luxurious, but the atmosphere is not good.

Reluctantly, Zhou Mushi took the duckbill cap and disposable mask handed to him by Zhou Hang, disguised himself as a “severe cold” patient, and secretly followed the big star into the hotel.

If you say that Zhou Hang is famous, it is because of many things. It’s fine if you can’t go to crowded places to eat, but walking on the road is like being a thief.

However, this kind of behavior is actually understandable. After all, the last time he and Zhou Hang were sitting in the car, they could even be photographed into a “kissing photo”. If they were photographed together again this time while eating, the paparazzi would definitely make it into a big deal.

Moreover, they are not really cousins. If they investigate further, it would be all over!

Although Zhou Mushi is gay, he does not want to become a gay who is talked about and pointed at by everyone on the street. Moreover, this also concerns Zhou Hang’s career in the entertainment industry.

Zhou Hang had a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, offering a variety of gourmet delicacies. The ancestor was busy eating and didn’t even have time to talk to him.

Zhou Mushi happily picked up a piece of saucy pork ribs and muttered, “I’ve been craving this pork ribs for the past few days. Let the waiter pack another portion for me, and I’ll take it home to eat.”

The big celebrity looked at him with a helpless expression, holding a glass of plain water in his hand and said, “Hey, young master, do you have to be like this? Is your Jin gege short of food or drinks? Look at you, you look like you haven’t eaten in three years.”

Zhou Mushi stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth and said, “Our Jin Yang is rich, how could he be short of food and drinks for me? How long has it been since we last met? Besides, it’s not easy for you to invite me to eat something of this level. And if I don’t enjoy it, you’ll feel bad, so I’m enduring this for you, brother!”

Zhou Hang nodded in agreement, “I can tell from the tone of your speech that you’ve been living pretty well recently.”

“What can you tell from the tone of my speech?”

Zhou Hang looked at the “Manchu-Han Full Feast”1 and salivated, then drank some plain water and said, “You should get it. Think about how badly you were doing before, looking half-dead. Look at you now, with a rosy complexion and a smile full of mischief. Tut, you’ve been up to some inappropriate things! Can’t you have some ambition? Can one Jin Yang really make you so ecstatic?”

Zhou Mushi put down his chopsticks and looked at the Zhou Hang across from him, saying, “Ha, don’t you think you’re being hypocritical? At least Jin Yang is with me now! Is Li Lingling with you? And you’re not even doing good business, competing with young actors for work at your age.”

The big celebrity remained silent for a moment, then slammed his thermos on the table and banged his fist on the table, saying, “If it weren’t for our many years of friendship, would you believe I could rip your pants off right now?”

“Damn! You’re acting crazy. Why are you ripping my pants off in broad daylight?”

“You think you’re gay, and the whole world is gay? Even if you were naked, I wouldn’t look at you twice.”

“Oh, wow, you’re so straightforward. Even a cucumber isn’t as straight as you!”

. . . . .

In short, these two are typical people who can only share hardships, but cannot enjoy prosperity together.

If they are having a hard time, they will cry together and call each other their little cutie. But if everything is going well for both of them, they are bound to get into a fight.

After three rounds of drinking and tasting all five flavors of the meal, these two guys, who can barely hold their liquor, cannot stay at a hotel.

Zhou Hang’s assistant first put Zhou Mushi into a car, and then wrapped Zhou Hang up like a baby, checking for paparazzi seven times before finally putting their boss in the car.

These two people weren’t really heavy drinkers. The car stopped at the entrance of Zhou Mushi’s community. After ensuring that he could get back on his own, Zhou Hang’s assistant watched Zhou Mushi go and only then let the driver drive them home.

As the drunken Zhou Mushi staggered and stumbled, sometimes walking in a straight line and sometimes in a zigzag, he finally made it to the doorstep after three stops and two bumps.

What should he do next? Grope for keys…grope, grope…didn’t find them, never mind, stop searching!

With his eyelids fighting a losing battle against the alcohol, he plopped down on the floor, his heads resting against the wall by the door. He slept soundly in an awkward position.

. . . . .

Jin Yang sat on the sofa, staring at the clock on the wall. At first, he tried to do something else to distract himself, but after several attempts, he realized that he couldn’t concentrate at all.

He couldn’t help but begin to contemplate life while sitting on the sofa. Was his temper a bit too big?

Who didn’t had a considerate friend? There was nothing wrong with having a meal with a friend. But back then, they were together in a hotel… and the rumors kept spreading.

Jin Yang didn’t know whether he should believe Mushi or what he saw. Once a person falls into a dilemma, it’s hard to get out of it in a short period of time.

Moreover, Jin Yang’s life was simple. Work was work, and success or failure in his career didn’t really affect his mood in daily life.

The only person he could laugh and get angry for was his most cherished person.

When the clock on the wall struck eleven, he couldn’t sit still anymore. Perhaps he should call Mushi and ask what was going on.

But that would seem petty. If they were good friends, it would be normal to stay overnight at their friend’s house.

But why didn’t Mushi call him to explain the situation?

The man sitting on the sofa was restless and eventually couldn’t resist dialing Mushi’s phone number.

He called, but there was no answer.

Jin Yang panicked. Mushi should have been able to hear his call, what could have happened!

Frantically putting on a coat to go find him, he opened the door and was forced back two steps by the overpowering smell of alcohol in the hallway.

He followed the scent of alcohol and saw his Mushi curled up on the ground, sleeping soundly against the tile.

The tension that had been building up in him dissipated in an instant.

He walked up to Mushi, feeling both heartbroken and angry, and crouched down to touch his face, saying softly, “You silly kid, how can you sleep here in the cold at such a late hour without even knocking on the door?”

Mushi, who was in a daze from sleep, couldn’t hear what he was saying clearly and thought it was Zhou Hang speaking.

He mumbled absentmindedly, “Hang Hang, you’re so silly, but I still love you.”