Perfect Two

It well expresses his handsomeness, which is a kind of upright good-looking, with a straight spine, supporting the soul of this person.

The next photo is a group photo of Cheng Xirong and Cheng Zi. The back view of two people was taken on the top floor of the hospital, one standing and the other sitting in a wheelchair, next to the edge of the building.The background is a bustling city, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it looks empty.

In the end, he was a passer-by with very few roles. When I read the book, Fu Zhou didn't have a deep influence on this character, I just remembered that he was quite disruptive.When he saw Cheng Xirong's makeup photo, Fu Zhou instantly remembered his setting - selfishness, hypocrisy, and duplicity.

This is the temperament of the person on the screen.Cheng Xirong completely abandoned his usual obedient and innocent appearance, his hair slightly covered his eyes, he lowered his head and rolled his eyes, and looked at the camera with dodgy eyes, showing a hidden snobbery in his whole body.

Fu Zhou took the tablet and read it over and over many times.Cheng Xirong turned over, lay on his back, and touched his lower back with his knee: "What's the best idea?"

Fu Zhou expressed honestly: "It's too shocking."

This is to be expected.Among other things, Cheng Xirong has absolute confidence in his acting skills.He is a talented player with good luck and got many good opportunities.The accumulation of so many years of experience is enough for a 19-year-old young man to use.

Cheng Xirong smiled and shook his legs: "My heart is surging? Do you feel like you are following the right boss?"

Fu Zhou looked at the chat records and raised his eyebrows: "Little boss?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

He turned over and sat up, kicking Fu Zhou's back to push him away: "Get rolling! Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, is it strong?"

There was also a little smile on the corner of Fu Zhou's mouth, and while hiding, he pressed his foot down: "Isn't it? Cheng Xirong taught you all the housekeeping skills. Isn't this what a little boss is!?"

"Use your brain to calculate your age, OK!?"

Unless Cheng Xirong has a baby.

Fu Zhou hid all the way to the end of the bed, finally left the bed, and stood up: "Otherwise? A closed disciple?"

52

Cheng Xirong was too young when he debuted, no matter fans or the media, they would call "Rong Rong" when they encountered him.Ever since he was a child, even his family members have never called him that, and he has goosebumps all over his body when he hears it, with a hundred reluctances.But people speak lightly, and there is no room for him to refute.

Many people's impressions of him are still when he debuted in his teens, the baby fat on his face has not faded, and his face is covered with collagen.Everyone thinks that he is a delicious little bun, soft and soft, and it must feel good when you pinch it twice.

Later, he had a fight with the media, and his temper was widely circulated.The public's perception of him has gradually changed, and they don't regard him as a kid who likes to go to the game hall.At that time, an actor from the same company was interviewed and joked when Cheng Xirong lost his temper: "He, we usually go out to play together. He is the boss, so he has to eat whatever he says. But the restaurants he chooses are all over the counter." Delicious! Many people love to eat with him!"

The media will focus on the key points and list this sentence to gain Cheng Xirong's popularity.At that time, the Internet was not well developed, and most of the programs such as "Entertainment Daily" produced by TV stations told this so-called "secret" for a summer vacation.It provoked a group of little fans staring at the stars, looking forward to the stars and the moon all day long, arguing and thinking, "Follow Boss Cheng to eat, he will eat whatever he says, and he will never pick!"

When the Internet became popular, some old fans became active on the official personal website and other forums, and spread the name "Boss Cheng".Fans know the reason and know that "Boss Cheng" is the boss who eats.Passers-by didn't dig into it, and simply thought that the fans called him that because of his professional ability and achievements, so they also called him "Boss Cheng".

Cheng Xirong quite likes this title, and indeed invited the fans who visited the class to eat boxed lunches.The assistant was handing out lunch boxes, and he muttered beside him: "That's all! Eat clean, don't pick anything!"

Being able to squat with the male god to eat lunch, even green peppers and carrots can be swallowed.Cheng's "boss's back kitchen restaurant" is becoming more and more coveted, fans are staring at this place, calling "boss Cheng" even more cheerfully.After the rise of Weibo, as long as Cheng Xirong posted on Weibo, someone would ask, "Is Boss Cheng inviting fans to dinner today?"

The meal is not invited several times.Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, he was downgraded and became a "little boss"...and the reason is really incredible.

There is a limit to everything, and Cheng Xirong feels that one should not go too far.He wants to occupy this body to do what he wants to do, abruptly turning this young man's life in another direction, but he can't change everything about him.

Leaving his surname and name, this is the most basic respect.

I didn't notice his parents before, because I was too selfish.Knowing this now, think about it from another angle, how bad would his parents feel when they saw their child being named by another family name?

On the other hand, no matter which man he is, he doesn't want to have multiple cheap sons for no reason... He doesn't have the habit of being a "godfather", and he doesn't have this habit.Even though he is "dead" now, he still cares about the name behind him.

Fu Zhou thought about it for a while, and then said, "Cheng Xirong is not someone who accepts closed disciples."

"You do understand? Why?"

Fu Zhou shrugged helplessly: "He will definitely not allow himself to take on those responsibilities. Teaching newcomers on the set is something that is casually mentioned. It has nothing to do with him whether he can learn it or not. Teaching with all his heart, this kind of thing There is only-"

In the middle of speaking, he stopped, his expression slightly twitching.

Cheng Xirong understood that he wanted to talk about Feng Yi.But so far, I have shown him the fact that "Feng Yi is not the only lucky one" many times.The preferential treatment Feng Yi received still exists in others.

That is, the present self.

Cheng Xirong raised his eyebrows: "Only what?"

Fu Zhou was a little frustrated: "It's nothing. It's getting late, you go to bed."

"where are you going?"

"Working overtime. I may not come back tomorrow morning. There is porridge in the refrigerator, so you can drink it hot." Fu Zhou paused for a moment, then asked, "You know how to use a stove?"

Cheng Xirong recalled it for a while, then nodded uncertainly: "This is very simple, just take a look at it."

Fu Zhou despaired: "You've never used it before!?"

Cheng Xirong tried to defend himself: "I don't need to cook either! Why would I use that stuff!?"

Fu Zhou let out a sulking breath and began to think of a way.Cheng Xirong waved his hand to let him ignore it: "It's really simple, you have to believe in the IQ of a grown man. Okay, you go to work overtime—what kind of overtime are you working? Why didn't I know you still had a job?"

"Occasionally take some private work and take some pictures. I went to the mountains to take pictures before, and the editor was very urgent. I have to cut them out in the next two days."

"Time to turn the corner?"

"what?"

Cheng Xirong hooked his fingers and told him to come closer.Fu Zhou hesitated for a moment.Cheng Xirong patted the surface of the bed: "What is the ink stain? Can I eat you?"

Fu Zhou looked him up and down: "You? Forget it."

Cheng Xirong didn't talk to him, and said: "You went to Hualin Jiayuan last time, you go there again."

The next morning, Cheng Xirong turned on the fire smoothly, but because he forgot the time when surfing the Internet, half of the pot of porridge was boiled until the bottom of the pot was burnt.He rubbed his messy hair, went out and bought boiled eggs and milk at the bun shop at the corner of the street.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw a car parked on the side of the road. It was a Mercedes-Benz business with the tail number 77. It was a nanny car assigned to Feng Yi by Morningstar Entertainment.Cheng Xirong scratched his hair and walked towards the car.The car window lowered slowly, and stopped halfway through, revealing half of Feng Yi's face.

Cheng Xirong stopped in front of the car door, and looked at Feng Yi across the little space: "Are you here to return the things?"

The car door was unlocked, and Feng Yi pushed it open: "Get in the car."

"You want to send me?"

Feng Yi closed his eyes and let out a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he was still calm: "Yes. You come up."

Cheng Xirong held the hot egg and said with a smile, "Am I stupid? Wait until you copy me again!?"

When he was done, he turned and walked away.

He didn't even dare to open the window, so he dared to get out of the car and chase after him?Cheng Xirong sneered, threw the eggs and milk into the bag, and walked towards the subway with them.But behind him came the sound of the car door opening, Cheng Xirong was surprised, turned around and saw the driver running over, staring at him, wanting to do it but hesitating.

Cheng Xirong smacked his lips: "What? I just arrived, aren't you afraid of being photographed by reporters?"

The driver's expression shrank, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Feng said to convey it to you, he didn't want to make it too ugly."

"Then it's ugly when you go back to him." Cheng Xirong looked at the license plate not far away, and smiled when he looked away, "You were sent to him by Zhou Sheng? Did you tell him to look at him?" point?"

53

Cheng Xirong knew Zhou Sheng's character very well.When he debuted, he signed Tianyu. Before the contract expired, Tianyu and Xingchen merged to reintegrate artist resources.Cheng Xirong met Zhou Sheng at that time, and the two of them could chat well, eat, drink and have fun together, so they stayed.

When the three-year contract expired, it was the most popular period for Cheng Xirong. Whenever Cheng Xirong's name appeared in the magazine draft, the sales volume could increase by three points.In order to keep him, Zhou Sheng offered all kinds of favorable conditions, and even helped him chase Feng Yi.In terms of flirting, Zhou Sheng is much more knowledgeable than Cheng Xirong. He fanned the wind beside him, and it was only when Cheng Xirong took Feng Yi into his hands.

Cheng Xirong is someone who can send a car to his assistant whenever he is happy. After sleeping with Feng Yi for a week, he signed a contract and stayed with Xingchen for another seven years.He did not lose money to Zhou Sheng, and Xingchen did not treat him badly.No matter how many little fresh meats there are in these years, no one dares to move Cheng Xirong's position as "Xingchen's first brother".Resources are always chosen by him, and only when he uses what is left will there be room for others to share.

Generally speaking, he and Zhou Sheng have gotten along very well in the past ten years. Regardless of the work level, the two of them are also good buddies in private, and they often go out to play together.Unexpectedly, this good buddy slept with his lover.

After what happened, Cheng Xirong recovered from the shock, thought about it, and figured it out.Zhou Sheng held himself up, even if he flew abroad to get what he wanted, it was because he could create benefits for him.The contract expires, there is no profit point, how can he bear his temper like a son-in-law, and go along with himself?

I just regret that I was too naive at the beginning, thinking that the other party's words like "continue to cooperate in another way, and still be good brothers" are true.Little did he know that he had given too much, and in the end he always wanted to get something back from himself.

Thinking about it, Zhou Sheng is also stupid, and after a long time of arguing, he actually got Feng Yi over.What's the use of Feng Yi?When he was alive, he was "Cheng Xirong's boyfriend", and without him, he was nothing.There was only one body left, which was also used by him.Mr. Zhou followed other people's buttocks to pick up trash, did such a low-level thing, could it be true?

Cheng Xirong didn't believe it.Who is Zhou Sheng, he still doesn't know?Just by looking at the driver, Zhou Sheng will not let Feng Yihu come here.The so-called feelings are more reliable than real interests.

The driver's eyes dodged for a moment, then he quickly stopped, and said solemnly: "I was assigned by the company to Brother Feng."

"Yes, sent by the company, isn't the company belonged to Zhou Sheng?" Cheng Xirong nodded with a smile, and continued to ask, "Then what are you going to do now? I got into Feng Yi's car, is your boss happy?"

The driver hesitated.

Cheng Xirong stared into his eyes, observed for a while, then sighed and said, "It seems that you know about the matter between your boss and Brother Feng, and it's not easy for outsiders to intervene. Anyway, you can think about it yourself. Brother Feng asked me to get in the car, what is he going to do, please explain to your boss, I didn't do it voluntarily. You forced me to get in the car. "

The driver looked back, obviously very embarrassed.

Cheng Xirong waited quietly for half a minute, and then asked in a deliberative tone: "Have you made up your mind? I still have things to do. If I make up my mind, I'll leave first."

The driver was cornered by him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Feng please, I'd better trouble you to show me some face."

Obsessed... You've come to this point, and you still refuse to give up?

Cheng Xirong let out a breath, feeling a little helpless.Now with this small body, he can't even beat them in running, and there is no room for resistance at all.Unless it makes things big... But that's not going to do me any good either.

When Cheng Xirong returned to the car, he saw Feng Yi looking at the driver through the car window, his gaze was serious, full of scrutiny.Cheng Xirong smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, opened the car door and got in, stretching out his hand: "My cell phone."

The driver sat in the driver's seat pretending to be calm, Feng Yicai looked away, turned around and asked Cheng Xirong: "Do you know my car?"

"Who doesn't know?"

Feng Yi stared at him suspiciously, looking up and down in thought, similar to looking at a driver.After some things happen, it is definitely not a unilateral individual who is affected.It was at this moment that Cheng Xirong discovered that Feng Yi was different from before.

He used to be a very calm person, gentle and calm no matter what.He is not an insecure person, and he has little doubts about others, which never shows on his face.

Now this paranoid look is embarrassing!

Cheng Xirong repeated: "It's useless for you to hold my mobile phone? How many mobile phones do you want?"

Feng Yi took out a Huawei from the storage box and held it with his fingertips: "Do you still want it?"

"Of course. Things that cost thousands of dollars, give you for nothing?"

Feng Yi leaned on the back of the chair: "You hold Cheng Xirong's scripts worth tens of millions in your hand, how can you be reluctant to part with thousands of dollars?"

"First, the value is tens of millions, which doesn't mean it can be discounted now. Second, the token is in your hands now. Even if I want to sell these scripts, I have to get the scripts first."

Feng Yi's eyes lit up: "You want to sell? I'll make an offer for you, and you open it!"

Cheng Xirong smiled: "Didn't you already snatch it? It's not interesting to say whether you can buy it or not."

Feng Yi paused for breath, bit his back teeth, and said slowly: "You know, even if you have that piece of ink jade, you can't get the script."

Cheng Xirong laughed even wider, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm: "How would I know!?"

"Otherwise, why don't you rush to ask for Moyu?"

Cheng Xirong just laughed and didn't respond to his words.If a piece of Moyu could take away those scripts, why would he wait so calmly until now?Those few notebooks are his final bottom line, and his capital to stand up.

How could it be easy for others to take it?

The car drove slowly on the road, only Cheng Xirong's low laughter was in the car.Feng Yi was irritated by his attitude, and his expression became gloomy: "What do you want!?"

Cheng Xirong finally stopped laughing, looked up, and said seriously: "I want my mobile phone! Of course, if you can return Moyu to me, I will be happier."

"I won't give it to you!"

Cheng Xirong shrugged: "That's good, let those notebooks be hidden!"

"Give me the key and password of the bank safe, and I will definitely not treat you badly."

Cheng Xirong moved forward shamelessly: "Hurry up and treat me badly! Let me see how you plan to treat me badly!"

Feng Yi dodged back for a while, glanced forward, and quickly retracted it.The rearview mirror reflected the driver's brows, eyes and forehead, which were flat and indifferent, just concentrating on driving.

Cheng Xirong understood, as expected, Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng are not going the same way now.

54

The driver watched from the side, and what he and Feng Yi said would be conveyed to Zhou Sheng.In other words, what Feng Yi said so far can be known to Zhou Sheng.Feng Yi is definitely not the only one who wants a script.

Thinking about the two of them working together is a better way out, Zhou Sheng invests, Feng Yi is the hero.Both can profit.

Where is such a good thing?You can't get any benefits from the will, so you want to start here?

Cheng Xirong exchanged with him: "Well, you give me back the phone. Then tell me where Cheng Xirong's parents went."

Feng Yi clutched the phone, paused before handing it over.

Cheng Xirong comforted him with a smile: "You should actually understand that if I dare to leave the phone with you for so many days, I'm not afraid that you might find any information from it—did you see anything?"

Feng Yi sullenly said nothing.

Cheng Xirong unlocked the phone and checked the social messaging software: "It's still charged. I'm interested."

The latest news on Weibo was 5 minutes ago, and Douban and Tieba must have been watching it.Guess, he wants to find out the relationship between the owner of the phone and "Cheng Xirong", so naturally there won't be one.Not at all.

Cheng Xirong didn't care, he turned off his phone and put it in his bag: "Where are his parents?"

Feng Yi still said: "I don't know."

Cheng Xirong looked at him and scanned up and down a few times: "How could you not know?"

Feng Yi was a little annoyed: "I didn't tie them up either. Isn't it their freedom to go where they are going? I would like to ask, you arranged for the person last night?"

Cheng Xirong blinked and looked innocent: "Who? I am a student, what can I arrange?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, trying to make their expressions look natural, and neither of them could be sure whether the other was telling the truth or lying.In the end, Feng Yi was defeated first, pinching his own neck: "Can we talk now?"

Cheng Xirong: "You said you would give it to me!"

Feng Yi gritted his teeth, let out a breath, and asked him to report the address to the driver.Cheng Xirong laughed at him: "What are you pretending? You checked my Weibo, but Aite didn't see it last night? You don't know I'm filming? What address do you want? You haven't checked my whereabouts yet?"

All the layers of thin paper that Feng Yi used to maintain the surface were all torn, and he couldn't hold his face.Cheng Xirong patted the back of the driver's seat after finishing his mouth, and said the name of the hospital.

Along the way, Feng Yi remained silent, occasionally looking back.Cheng Xirong peeled his eggs calmly, and looked for tissues in the car after eating.Feng Yi handed him one, and asked casually, "Do you eat this in the morning?"

Cheng Xirong glanced at him: "Are you concerned? You scared me!"

Feng Yi: "..."

Cheng Xirong saw that he endured the movement at hand, looked in the direction, and saw a thermos bucket.I have two identical barrels at home, brought back from Japan.Feng Yi loves cooking porridge very much, and he usually puts it in this thermos, giving Cheng Xirong a portion and keeping a portion for himself.

Seeing something familiar, Cheng Xirong felt an impulse in his stomach, and stretched out his hand.

It's been a long time since I ate his porridge.After moving out from home, Feng Yi sent it to the set.The first time Cheng Xirong poured it in front of him, and the second time there was an outsider, Cheng Xirong directly distributed it to other staff.

Such a long time——Cheng Xirong froze with emotion when he opened the insulation cover.White porridge, rice grains mixed with large peanuts, the fragrance gradually dispersed, filling the entire carriage.

Cheng Xirong woke up instantly, as if someone had slapped his face, and hated himself for the pain.

When have you ever had peanuts at home! ?I am allergic to peanuts, so I can't touch them at all. Feng Yi never uses peanuts as ingredients in cooking!

The one who likes to eat peanuts is Zhou Sheng.He likes to eat whole peanuts, regardless of frying or cooking, especially the soft ones in porridge.

Cheng Xirong calmed down for a moment, his heart also cooled down, and he became sober.Seeing that he was not moving, Feng Yi asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"Can I eat?"

Feng Yi glanced at him lightly: "There is a bowl under the thermal box, you can serve it yourself."

Cheng Xirong didn't touch the small square bowl below, and directly pulled out the chopsticks and spoon from the side, and went to dig in the heat preservation box.Feng Yi smacked his lips, sat up straight and leaned forward a little: "What are you doing!?"

Cheng Xirong tilted his head, looking innocent and innocent: "Didn't you feed me?"

Although he knew that this appearance must be made to fool people... Feng Yi exhaled helplessly and waved his hands: "It's alright, alright, you can eat."

Cheng Xirong took two sips and picked a peanut to taste one.Due to allergies in the previous life, I missed many delicious delicacies. The rich aroma of peanuts on the lips and teeth is strange and strange.

It turned out to be this kind of taste.

Nothing good either.

Cheng Xirong threw the insulation box into the locker, and lazily leaned on the back of the chair to play with his mobile phone.Feng Yi had no choice but to clean up by himself, wrapping the used spoons and putting the insulation cover back in place.After finishing all this, Feng Yi pretended to be careless: "You don't eat peanuts?"

"I didn't eat just now?"

Feng Yi: "...you don't like to eat?"

"depend on mood."

Cheng Xirong answered casually, keeping his head down, looking at the call records on his phone.Really no one has contacted me, and the text messages are the same, only the notice of arrears at the beginning of the month.I had already paid the phone bill later, and no other text messages came in after that.

This Pan Nanxing really messed up a bit——Cheng Xirong's eyes stayed on the word China Unicom for a long time, then suddenly remembered, and called the manual service number to inquire about the package.

One minute later, he shook his mobile phone and asked Feng Yi: "Have you used my mobile phone to call? Who did you call?"

Feng Yi seemed unprepared, and was startled by his sudden question, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Cheng Xirong exhaled and calmed himself down: "I am the owner of the machine, and I can check the details at any time. Mr. Feng, we are all adults, and it would be embarrassing and boring to play this kind of trick."

Feng Yicai told the truth: "Your parents. Since you said it openly, I need to ask you. Your parents said that they gave you your tuition and living expenses. They never knew that you had a sponsor."

Cheng Xirong laughed: "How can I let my parents know about some things?"

Feng Yi's expression turned cold, with embarrassment and displeasure, on the verge of anger.

Cheng Xirong's smile deepened: "Don't you tell your parents everything about you? Some, more private things, should you tell them too?"

Feng Yi directly pressed Cheng Xirong against the door, the distance between the two of them was very close, and the breath could be sprayed on each other's face: "What's the relationship between you and Cheng Xirong!?"

Cheng Xirong coughed: "Look, even if you and Cheng Xirong slept together, didn't you have something to tell him?"

"I ask you!"

"Don't be so excited. Correspondingly, Cheng Xirong didn't tell you, you are actually even." Cheng Xirong breathed hard, "I will take this as Cheng Xirong's last wish, and I will not say anything he didn't say of."

55

Feng Yi's temper is getting worse and worse.

This is what Cheng Xirong felt the most when he confronted him.In the past, Feng Yi, although he said too much was to act like a new and good man in front of the public, but the deviation in private was not far away.The screen image is just an enhancement, turning a gentle person into a gentle and refined person.

What now?

It is obvious that his wish has been fulfilled, so he should be more satisfied.Why is he now always looking irritable and agitated, easily irritated.

Because Zhou Sheng couldn't satisfy him?

Cheng Xirong thought it was funny, and he spoke a little more sarcastically: "Hey, here we are. Do you want me to go?"

Feng Yi glanced forward unconsciously, and exchanged glances with the driver through the rearview mirror, both of them quickly retracted their gazes as if nothing had happened.He let go of Cheng Xirong's shoulders, sat back, straightened his clothes, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

Cheng Xirong went to open the door, but the central lock hadn't been unlocked yet, so he couldn't get out.Feng Yi asked from the side: "What else do you want?"

"I want that piece of jade, can you return it to me?"

Feng Yi pressed down between his brows: "Impossible!"

Cheng Xirong sighed: "That's right! Count me as a waste of time. Then put it in your place first, but I tell you, it must be put away. If it bumps or something, it will turn into a stone gone."

The driver took a quick look in the rearview mirror.

Cheng Xirong added: "However, the value of the stone is quite high. You can actually try to sell it. It's better than throwing it in your hands."

Feng Yi interrupted him: "Don't worry about it. Where is the bank password?"

Cheng Xirong grinned, showing a charming look.He shook his head, looked at Feng Yi squarely, and said sincerely, "I don't know."

A slap came directly.

Cheng Xirong blocked it with his arm, barely separating Feng Yi's wrist.He shrunk his head, peeped out his eyes, took a careful look, and explained seriously: "I really don't know! How would I know that kind of thing? Tell me, right? Mr. Driver?"

The driver was called out suddenly and was stunned.Feng Yi's anger calmed down instead, and he became much calmer.

Cheng Xirong stared at Feng Yi's expression, and stepped back a little: "You have to understand. Even if you hit me, I can't just say I know it. It's useless if you hit me."

Feng Yi's eyes became darker and darker, he nodded, and leaned over: "Yes, it's useless to hit you. What if it's a nude photo of you?"

So it is!I thought he had some special habit of stripping himself naked and tying him up, and he had some kind of expectation for the young man's body.In the end, there were just some photos left.How could he be ashamed to use such indecent means?

What a depravity!

Cheng Xirong was helpless, and sighed: "If you really want to do this, I can't help it. You can post the photos and try."

Feng Yi posted it a little further, and he was very close to Cheng Xirong's side face, and he could already feel the other person's body temperature through a little distance that was almost non-existent.The hot air that Feng Yi exhaled was moist and sticky, and penetrated into Xirong's ears.

Cheng Xirong wanted to hide, but was held in place by Feng Yi.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head, trying to get rid of the discomfort he caused him: "You're going to scare me to death. Don't get so close to me—brother driver, remember what I said? You can watch ! It's not my fault!"

Feng Yi's face immediately turned livid, and he turned his head to stare at the driver, his hostility was not concealed at all.

Cheng Xirong took advantage of the chaos and opened the car window, waving outside: "Hey! Su Minglin! This way!"

The driver was busy locking the windows, Feng Yi came to cover Cheng Xirong's mouth and dragged him back.But it was too late, Su Minglin and a few young people walked here with a piece of breakfast each.

Cheng Xirong shook off his hand, took a big gulp of air, and still smiled: "I'll give you a suggestion, never play with me with these tricks."

Feng Yi wanted to do it again.Cheng Xirong turned his face towards him: "Try and see if there will be news about 'Feng Yi beating someone in the street' today."

Feng Yi doesn't have the upper hand when it comes to playing with the media.After all, he wants to maintain his own image, and he is not free to do things with his hands tied.He has resources and can operate behind the scenes.But it happened that he was facing Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong knew him too well, but he couldn't grasp Cheng Xirong's weakness - he had already got the other party's mobile phone, and he still didn't know anything after so many days.

On the other hand, Cheng Xirong, as a complete rookie now, has no burden.Any revelation, good or bad, is publicity for him.The public's forgetfulness is great, these days, it's too easy to clean up.

Cheng Xirong hopes that he can walk this path cleanly.But if something filthy cannot be prevented from appearing, it must not be the filthiness of oneself.Nude photos are actually very ambiguous.If Feng Yi dared to take it out, he dared to drag Feng Yi into the water.No one can guarantee how it will develop in the end.

Feng Yi naturally understands this truth, so he holds Cheng Xirong's nude photos in his hand, but he won't take them out until the last time he has to.Cheng Xirong looked at him with his chin raised, provocative.

Outside, Su Minglin and the others had already come close, bending over to look into the car.The driver turned around and asked Feng Yi what to do.Feng Yi's eyes were still fixed on Cheng Xirong, unwilling to let him open the door.

Cheng Xirong immediately opened the car door and jumped out.Not meeting Su Minglin and the others, he turned around, leaned on the roof of the car, bent down and looked at Feng Yi: "I will take that piece of jade back."

Those people just walked up behind him, Cheng Zi jumped out first, tilted his head and peeked in through the gap.Before Cheng Xirong realized what was going to happen, Cheng Zi suddenly screamed and jumped up, bumping Cheng Xirong far away.She had already got half of herself into the car, half kneeling on the rear seat, leaving her other leg outside.

"Ah! It's really Feng Yi!?! I'm not mistaken! God! Can you sign me? Can you take a photo?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Forgot, there is also a Feng Yi fan girl.

Cheng Xirong rubbed his forehead, turned and walked to the hospital.The ward they rented was deep on the top floor, and Cheng Xirong didn't have a key, so he had to wait outside.There was a large window at the end of the corridor, and the sides were fastened so that the window could only be opened a crack.

From here, you can see downstairs, a few people surrounded by the Mercedes-Benz business, all with excited faces.Even Su Minglin is no exception, he is usually a stable and reliable senior, but he is still a child when he really meets a big star.

I don't know what Feng Yi will say to them...

Cheng Xirong suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, he touched the outside of his trouser pocket and then withdrew it.He sighed, took out his mobile phone and dialed Fu Zhou's number.

It took a long time for the other party to pick up, but his voice was very clear, not like he was sleeping.

Cheng Xirong: "Have you done what happened last night?"

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Fu Zhou reacted quickly: "Did you get your phone back? Did you see Feng Yi this morning?"

Cheng Xirong glanced down: "It's not just that I just met him. He's downstairs in the hospital and he's surrounded by those little kids."

Fu Zhou was silent.

I forgot, I am the same age as them... Cheng Xirong coughed dryly, and changed his words: "The appearance of chasing stars is too childish! How can someone of this age look like this! ——Speaking of business, how was last night?"

Fu Zhou remained silent.

Cheng Xirong wondered if he was stunned by Feng Yi this early in the morning?How to speak is almost the same as Fu Zhou's possession, just pick up some sticks and talk.He paused, then comforted Fu Zhou: "You are not chasing stars to Cheng Xirong, you are chasing men. How was last night?"

Probably because he was too lazy to argue with Cheng Xirong, Fu Zhou took a deep breath, and there was a broken voice beside him: "I asked two old people to go there, and there was movement on the seventh and eleventh floors of the building opposite. I can't be sure. Which one."

"Did you face it head-on?"

The receiver heard the sound of opening and closing the door, as well as footsteps. Fu Zhou entered some confined space, and his voice was somewhat hollow: "No. But the old man swayed at the door. When he left, he was followed by a little boy for a long time and even took a picture of him. took a photo."

Cheng Xirong thought for a moment.

Fu Zhou asked him, "What exactly are you going to do?"

After a while, Cheng Xirong breathed a sigh of relief carefully, and slowly, with the fear of the rest of his life: "That's good..."

"what?"

"I always thought that my...his parents were taken away by Feng Yi. Feng Yi put people there to watch, just waiting for me. Now it seems that he probably didn't expect me to go. Specially Renting a house and letting people guard it is actually waiting for his parents."

Fu Zhou suddenly understood: "So, Cheng Xirong's parents left by themselves? Feng Yi doesn't know where they went!"

Cheng Xirong let out a "huh" and leaned against the window sill, his eyes still on the car downstairs.

Fu Zhou also relaxed: "That's okay... Maybe they just went out to relax."

"Maybe it's just to avoid Feng Yi." Cheng Xirong thought about several possibilities in his mind, but without saying anything, he changed the subject and asked, "Are you done with your work?"

The sound of light footsteps came at an even speed and regularly, and the frequency was very stable. Fu Zhou's breathing and footsteps combined together: "No, there is still some finishing work. I'm going out for a run."

Really good living habits.Cheng Xirong has also had a workload of several days in a row before, and knows that exercising at this time is much more comfortable than directly catching up on sleep, and the blood returns faster.But at that time, I was a professional conditioner, and I would keep up with nutritious meals and nursing care, trying to minimize the physical damage caused by staying up all night.

When people are poor, they can only find their own way.

Cheng Xirong sighed, and shouted outside through the narrow window: "Hey!"

Su Minglin looked up, gestured "OK" to him, then turned around and patted those young people.Cheng Zi was dragged out by Nana, and the young people dawdled for a while before reluctantly leaving.

The car was still parked, Feng Yi lowered the window, raised his head and looked at Cheng Xirong.Feng Yi picked up his phone and shook it, and the next second, Cheng Xirong's phone rang.He picked it up, and listened to the voice in his ear from a distance of six floors.

"Forgot to ask you. Last time you said you recorded the video, where is it?"

This is a threat... I don't have any videos of him in my hand, but he got his nude photos.Calculated in this way, Feng Yi can be regarded as learning and selling, very fast.

Cheng Xirong directly locked the phone, turned and left the window.

The young man's excitement lasted all day. While eating takeaway at noon, Cheng Zi rubbed against Cheng Xirong's side: "Honestly, you were with Feng Yi early in the morning? Were you together last night? "

Cheng Xirong's face was stern all morning, and everyone only looked at him secretly, not daring to speak to him.Cheng Zi held it all morning, seeing him relax now, his complexion improved a bit, and he didn't care much anymore.As soon as Cheng Zi started, everyone else surrounded him.

People's psychology is really difficult to figure out. Knowing that Cheng Xirong has signed the director's crew, they will still feel aggrieved in their hearts.After hearing the rumors about Cheng Xirong, the disparity turned into jealousy.

This is human nature, and Cheng Xirong can understand it.After all, originally, everyone is the same, on the same line.One of them got lucky and broke away from the crowd, which is really unacceptable.This in itself is a result of forced distortion. If Pan Nanxing really continued to live around them, would there be such a result?

of course not.Young people are just the age at which people can't get over their feelings, and it's good to be bloody.This can arouse his fighting spirit, which Cheng Xirong is happy to see.

However, after realizing the benefits, the attitude of all of them is different.People who were still hostile to Cheng Xirong yesterday, after meeting Feng Yi through Cheng Xirong's relationship today, have drawn into their relationship with Cheng Xirong without pretending to be.

When Su Minglin went to open the door in the morning, several people tried to touch Cheng Xirong's shoulders.The inconsistent attitude made Cheng Xirong a little disgusted, and Feng Yitian blocked him, and he kept it in his heart for a whole morning.

At this time, it was like hitting an active volcano.

Seeing Cheng Xirong's face was gloomy, the coldness in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and he looked like he was about to open up.Su Minglin was busy interrupting in the middle, discussing the exit with two elementary school boys who were helping.

There were quite a few people this time, but He Yiming withdrew and took two away, so that Su Minglin had to delete the scenes of two people.But since we are going to do a group portrait, these few people are a little bit unable to support it.

The junior who came over is a freshman in the directing department, basically