Perfect Two

Stop it, lie down for a while, and then squint for half an hour to get better.Not that serious.

In the end, Fu Zhou didn't give him a chance to think carefully, so he made a decision with a hammer, and then said to Cheng Xirong very considerately: "You sleep a little longer. I will keep the food warm for you, and you can eat when you get up."

He has seen tenderness and caring before others, but when he turns around, he becomes a sinister villain with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.I haven't seen anyone who usually has a cold face, pretending to be unkind, indifferent and alienated.

Cheng Xirong nodded.Before, I assumed what would happen when I met such Fu Zhou when I was young.Looking back now, I would probably be driven crazy by him.This considerate way is too much like an old mother, even worse than Cheng Xirong's real mother.But Cheng Xirong didn't like it.

How could Fu Zhou, who is stuffy and cold-faced, have such attributes?

Cheng Xirong fell asleep, and the dream was full of Fu Zhou wearing an apron and holding a spatula.He was almost shaken by the iron spoon in Fu Zhou's hand, and in a blink of an eye he saw the pink flowers on his body.

It's a nightmare.

Cheng Xirong sat up clutching his forehead, took out his phone and checked the time, only an hour had passed.Fu Zhou went out, and the house was quiet, except for a slight noise when the air conditioner was operating.This kind of scene seems to have been dreamed before, and his rationality knows that it is just his own illusion. Cheng Xirong teased himself, maybe he is himself in another parallel space, living with Fu Zhou in that world for a long, long time.

Cheng Xirong got up, drank some water, and called Su Minglin.Filming has already started at the hospital, and the schedule has been adjusted, and Cheng Zi's one-man show will be filmed first.Cheng Xirong rushed over now, which was another disruption to the schedule.Cheng Xirong thought about it, and went out with his bag on his back.

After the morning rush hour, there are a lot fewer people in the subway, and it is not so crowded.Cheng Xirong sat at the end of Line 10, got out of the subway station and called Didi again, and drove for [-] minutes.The driver chatted with him: "Your family lives in Ocean City?"

"It used to be. Now it's moved out."

The driver bared his teeth and sighed with emotion: "Yo! This is the best house in our area, right? You can't live here, where did you move to?"

"Kangli New Town."

Driver: "...Uh, the quality of that developer is not good! The property is not good, and it is almost impossible to get a good location. It is said to be a subway entrance, and it is far away."

Cheng Xirong thought about it, and he was right.

The driver asked curiously: "Why did you move there? How nice it is to live in Ocean City! Luxury houses, wealthy areas, five-star properties. I heard that the greenery inside is very good?"

"Better than Conley."

"Are you going back now?"

"Yeah..." Cheng Xirong paused, then couldn't help but smiled, "Go back and get something."

83

Feng Yi used to work from nine to five, and his living habits have continued and have been maintained very well.When filming, there was no other way, it was inevitable to work overtime, eat and sleep outdoors, and stay up late, so he tried his best to make up for it through diet.When there is no drama, he is still like an office worker.Wake up early to eat, exercise at night.

It's quite frustrating to say the least.The result of Feng Yi insisting on a good work and rest is not as good as Cheng Xirong eating and drinking casually.Cheng Xirong is exactly the child favored by God. After staying up all night, his skin will not be bad. He can maintain his figure by exercising once in a while. It is many times easier to build muscles than Feng Yi.

Cheng Xirong touched his stomach, and his hands were soft through the cotton fabric of the T-shirt.Fortunately, it's still flat, and it doesn't protrude to become a beer belly... But doesn't Pan Nanxing have any concept of body management?Unexpectedly, there is no formed muscle in the whole body, no matter where it is, there is soft flesh!

I don't know what his physique is like, and whether he can train it to look like... Not to mention Fu Zhou's level, he can also be like himself before.No matter how bad it is, as long as it is tough and strong.

Cheng Xirong thought about some messy things, but no matter how he diverted his attention, there was always a strand of his thoughts that wandered outside, erratic, and people couldn't catch them.Still have to face the people here.You can see it soon, and you can walk to the door in another 10 minutes.

What will be the beginning of meeting him this time?How will we talk?Will there still be variables?

It has been so long since the explosion, the mentality must be different.Those hatreds remained undiminished, but the passionate emotions gradually calmed down, dormant in the bottom of my heart, eagerly waiting for a better opportunity.Cheng Xirong felt that when he faced Feng Yi again, he could put away those sharp sharpness and acupuncture, and talk to him in a peaceful way.

It's an expectation.If you can achieve this state yourself, it would be a great thing.I can walk steadily, step by step, and slowly tighten the net.

Cheng Xirong wanted to see him crying bitterly, to see him lose everything, and to see him roll into the mire, unable to turn over again.At that time, it is the moment when I am excited, and it is a good time to celebrate.

In short, the passionate emotions are not suitable for the present.

Cheng Xirong stood in front of the familiar door, took a few deep breaths, and pressed the password—wrong.The password has been changed.The tip of Cheng Xirong's heart trembled, as if hiding a small animal that was easily startled.

Still a little off.Ten years, after getting along day and night, it will take a few days to smooth it out, it is too difficult.Cheng Xirong throbbed at that moment, and his breathing became rapid and a little chaotic.

A dog barked twice in the distance. It was an Alaska raised by another family.Thinking about the dog, Cheng Xirong tried the password twice more.The password lock system is connected with the indoor alarm, and the alarm will be triggered automatically after three wrong inputs.

Cheng Xirong waited at the door, but after waiting for a long time, no one came out from inside.

not at home?Isn't Feng Yi out of action recently?

When Cheng Xirong found out that Feng Yi was messing around with others, Feng Yi was talking about a movie.At that time, Cheng Xirong was really angry, and he blocked him directly by saying "break up", and refused to see him.Feng Yi Jiantian acted terrified, went to visit the crew, or wandered downstairs of Cheng Xirong—even though he couldn't get in, he expressed his regret fully.

Feng Yi also pushed that drama, presumably to take better care of Cheng Xirong, do a good job of logistics support, so that Cheng Xirong can devote himself to filming better and more wholeheartedly—whether Cheng Xirong leads it or not. Take his love.

The originally scheduled schedule was vacated, and Feng Yi had no work for the next six months.

This is the original situation.It is also impossible to say that after he "died", he could not wait to take on other dramas.Anyway, he doesn't have to stay in the kitchen making soup anymore, and he doesn't have to spend all his time on the way home and with the crew, so he can do his own thing.

But still have to be emotional.If he really entered the group, then his movements are fast enough.Preparing for that memorial service required energy and time, and the subsequent finishing touches had to be done in an invisible place. It took time with who to eat with and whom to meet.

I have just begun to accept the fact that I am "dead", and I haven't completely gotten used to my current body yet.Feng Yi, he has already thrown himself into a new life.

Irony?Compared with his own "accidental death", it is not considered.

Cheng Xirong sat down on the marble steps in front of the door and thought about it for a while.The bright sun shines on the swimming pool in front, and the wind blows in the mountains, blowing a layer of sparkling light on the water surface, breaking into golden dots.

At the beginning, the two argued for a long time whether to repair the swimming pool.Feng Yi likes flowers and plants, and wants to turn the area in front of the door into a garden and plant more plants.Cheng Xirong thought it was too troublesome to clean up those flowers and plants. If there was too much water and too little water, they would die if they were not careful.Mosquitoes are also attracted in summer.He insisted on an open-air swimming pool, excited at the thought of swimming naked in the hot sun.

Feng Yi repeatedly promised that he would take care of the garden and not let Cheng Xirong worry about it.But it didn't make sense, Cheng Xirong just didn't agree.Cheng Xirong was fed up with those public swimming pools, and went to be photographed one at a time, like a sea lion in a zoo.

In this kind of matter, or in all matters, Feng Yi can't hold back Cheng Xirong.In the end, the result of the arguing was that the swimming pool must be repaired, and a small area was reserved for Feng Yi to plant those grasses.

Cheng Xirong also knew that Feng Yi was unhappy.It was usually Feng Yi who coaxed him, but it was rare to see Feng Yi put on a bad face, and he didn't know how to tease him.The two were in a stalemate for two days, but it was Cheng Xirong who picked Feng Yi's fire at night, and the two of them calmed down.

After the swimming pool was repaired, Cheng Xirong took Feng Yi to go with him.Probably this touched the awkwardness in Feng Yi's heart again, the atmosphere was not harmonious and ambiguous.Cheng Xirong smiled at Feng Yi, pushed Feng Yi into the water, and jumped into it himself.

Spring is cold.The wet clothes were stuck to the body, and when the wind blew, both of them had goose bumps.

Feng Yi was furious and called Cheng Xirong crazy.Cheng Xirong was not angry either, he wrapped his hands and feet around Feng Yi's ear and licked it, trembling all over, stammering and blowing.

"Brother Feng. I'm about to freeze to death. Aren't you cold?"

That was the one with the most tricks.Feng Yi tasted the sweetness, and finally went to the swimming pool without looking at the eyes of the enemy.But the ending was quite tragic, Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi had a bad cold together.

and after……

Under the hot summer sun, Cheng Xirong thought about it.Later, when they were busy with their own affairs, one day they unexpectedly discovered that they had lost the keys to the house.

84

Cheng Xirong hung his bag on the milk crate in front of the door, took off his T-shirt and pants, and stretched his hands and feet by the water.Looking at the swaying water, I felt a little dizzy for the first time.

"..."

Pan Nanxing couldn't swim, and lost consciousness after experiencing despair in the water.This body recorded the fear at that time, and then it has remained in the present.So much so that Cheng Xirong took a look at the swimming pool and wanted to back away.

This useless body... remember how bad it was, why don't you think about how you taught those little beasts a lesson?Isn't it the same as letting out a bad breath in the water?

Cheng Xirong swallowed instinctively, and took a step forward.The feeling of fighting between reason and body is really uncomfortable. He used to have a character of doing whatever he wanted, and he never had anything to be afraid of. He was the first to jump down when he went bungee jumping.How can a small swimming pool still be difficult for me?

The more Cheng Xirong thought about it, the more angry he became, he simply closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, jumping forward as soon as he was cruel.

The body fell into the water, splashing up, and the sound of breaking and impact exploded in my ears.Cheng Xirong's heart beat violently with the "dong". When he opened his eyes, his mind went blank, and he opened his mouth to take a breath.

The biggest fear in swimming is panic.He didn't do a good job in psychological construction from the beginning, and he competed with himself for control, vacillating.After choking on the saliva, the whole person was stunned, his hands and feet froze in the water and paddled unconsciously, not knowing what to do at all.

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded.

"I've dived and caught fish, but I can't swim? Is this still me? I'm going to drown here?"

He had a helpless sense of dumbfounding, and felt that he was really funny and had become a big joke.He took another sip of water, wondering why he was so comfortable in the water when he dealt with He Yiming and those boys before?

Is it the predicament that inspires people's fighting spirit and potential?

Then inspire me to have a look at this moment!

Cheng Xirong didn't wait for himself to adapt to the environment in the water, so he stretched out a hand beside him, grabbed his arm twice, and dragged himself up.Rationality told me not to struggle, but there was only a little place in my body that I could borrow. In the midst of the drift, Cheng Xirong's actions were one step faster than his thoughts, and he climbed onto that arm.

The other party pushed Cheng Xirong away, walked around behind him, and wrapped him around his armpit to pull him out.The swimming pool is actually not that deep, it's just that Cheng Xirong's brain got hot, he chose the wrong place, and jumped directly from the height of [-] meters.With his height, it is not impossible to save himself if he calms down.

It's a pity that when you are in a panic, you can't even find your thoughts, so there is no way to talk about calmness.

The man picked him up, pushed him halfway, made him lie on the shore, and shouted out of breath: "Are you trying to drag me down too!?"

Cheng Xirong narrowed his eyes and looked over, it was Feng Yi.

If only I could drag you down.But I regret my life, and I don't want to die with you.

Cheng Xirong didn't reply, and indeed he was speechless.Mostly in shock, he realized belatedly that many things were not as good as before.A lot, much harder than I expected.

Even if he almost died and was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment, Cheng Xirong never thought of it.Just take care of your body slowly, don't eat what you can't eat, and avoid doing things you can't do.It's always going to get better.Thinking this way, he felt that it didn't matter if he changed his body, he wanted to go on, no matter what his identity was, as long as he reached his goal.

Only now did he realize that there was still a difference.There are many limitations, which cannot be overcome by making adjustments on your own.

The more Cheng Xirong thought about it, the more he felt oppressed, his throat and lungs hurt from coughing, and the evil fire had burned into his eyes.He turned around with red eyes and kicked Feng Yi down.

Feng Yi was wiping the water off his face, and he didn't know how he got down.He has good water skills, he floated twice and got out of the water, shouting angrily: "What are you doing!?"

Cheng Xirong climbed up with weak hands and feet, picked up his own clothes and put them on.Feng Yi quickly caught up with him, squeezed his wrist roughly and forcibly, grabbed the white T-shirt, and threw it out casually.The clothes twirled in mid-air and fell to the surface of the water, starting from the edge and getting wet in the middle.

Feng Yi dragged him to the house, and almost slipped on the water when he stepped on the marble with his bare feet.He was also furious, and kicked Cheng Xirong's pants away: "Are you crazy? Why should I save you? Am I sick!?"

Cheng Xirong was dragged staggering two steps, threw himself on Feng Yi's back, and slid down.Feng Yi's cursing words got stuck in his throat, and he hurriedly helped him up: "Hey wait, what - I really owe you? What medicine are you taking? Have you brought it with you?"

Cheng Xirong's face turned purple, but his lips were blue and white.Feng Yi helped him to sit down by the pool, and heard him mutter something in a low voice, which was vague.Feng Yi leaned closer, only to hear him repeat viciously: "I said, what's wrong with your fucking brain? Can this place sit?"

Feng Yi touched the ground, and immediately withdrew his fingers—the marble was scalded by the sun, and it was unbearably hot just touching it, and he really wanted to sit down...

Feng Yi silently pulled Cheng Xirong up.Cheng Xirong's throat was still itchy from the water he choked on, and almost all his strength was spent coughing.Feng Yi glanced at him, and his eyes fell on his arched back.

The boy's figure is too thin, his shoulder blades are raised high, and the skin can be broken in the next second, and it looks like it grows out.Still trembling slightly, her black hair became even blacker when wet with water.His skin is very fair, and his neck is hidden under the black hair, the contrast is too obvious.

Feng Yi thought, did Cheng Xirong look at such a scene before?No matter what his identity is, when he looks at this young man in his eyes, what will he think in his heart?

Feng Yi's mind was a little hazy, and his whole body was split into two halves.Half of them floated up to the sky with their souls, looking for traces of Cheng Xirong.The other half stayed on the ground, picked up the white and tender child, and walked into the room without any objection.

Perhaps Cheng Xirong did the same in a place where no one could see.When the child was sick, Cheng Xirong picked him up like this and took care of him tenderly.

Will you take care of him?Cheng Xirong is such a careless person who can't even take care of his own affairs. Shouldn't this child take care of him instead?

Feng Yi put him on the sofa, brushed his wet hair up, and began to guess.

What will Cheng Xirong do next?

There was no trace to follow, it was beyond the scope of his speculation, and there was no answer at all.Feng Yi was a little annoyed, so he just stood there, frowning and thinking.

Cheng Xirong poured half a glass of cold water into the cup on the coffee table at hand, and then he felt much more comfortable in his throat.He held the cup and glanced to the side only to realize that it was broken...

85

It's too early to say.Cheng Xirong promised to build a sofa for Fu Zhou, but when he sat on the sofa, he realized that the size was not suitable...

Before, I only wanted to paint white walls in Fuzhou, and I didn't have any style to say whether it would match or not, and I completely ignored the issue of size.At that time, he and Feng Yi didn't bother about decoration and buying furniture, and directly handed them over to familiar designers.Later, he didn't stay here for a few days, and after leaving with anger, he simply put everything related to this place behind him and refused to think about it again.

A few months have passed, and seeing the sofa now, it still feels familiar.But when I didn't see it before, I only had a rough idea in my mind, and it was blurred.

This time it won't work.With such a big sofa moved there, Fu Zhou's living room was immediately filled to the brim without having to put other things.Cheng Xirong sighed silently, turned his attention back from the sofa, and looked at other things in the house.

The area of ​​the villa is large, so the style of decoration design cannot be suppressed by a two-bedroom.There are quite a few good things here, but none of them are suitable for moving there—not only are they inappropriate, but they also have no practical use, taking up space for nothing.

The auction item that the two of them talked about here last time was not seen this time.I don't know if Feng Yi put it away, or something else.Strictly speaking, those are Cheng Xirong's own estates, which have been notarized.But a "dead person" is definitely not as good as Feng Yi's means, and the specific operations may be in Feng Yi's hands, and a "dead person" will not resist.

If Feng Yi wanted to occupy those things, he naturally had his own way.Now the parents can't be contacted, so I don't know what's going on.If the testamentary does not come forward, it is hard to say whose side those lawyers are on.When it comes to people, there are too many variables.People's hearts are not ancient, and the temptation of self-interest is too great.

Cheng Xirong was still searching in the house, but Feng Yi suddenly took the cup away from his hand, with a swift and violent action.Cheng Xirong made him jump, and bent down while clutching his chest, his face turned pale in an instant.

Feng Yi turned around and went to the kitchen on his own, threw the glass into the sink, and brought another glass.Cheng Xirong was forced to take the empty cup, held it in his hand, and looked at Feng Yi inexplicably.Feng Yi sat down diagonally across from him: "You know this place well, so pour yourself what you drink."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Is he out of his mind?

Cheng Xirong didn't want to drink anything, and played with the glass, rubbing his fingers on the dark lines on the glass wall.This was bought before moving.Cheng Xirong finally changed to a big villa, and a helper clamored to come to celebrate, so Cheng Xirong temporarily ordered this set of cups for making tea.If the unit price is more than three hundred, it is nothing to Cheng Xirong or Feng Yi.But what kind of handmade is this, each cup is limited.

It seems so precious.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xirong retracted his fingers, resisting the desire to throw the cup out.He came this time, half for Moyu, half for the sofa.I can't handle the sofa, but at least I need to find out about Moyu.This is the focus now, and he persuaded himself in his heart: "I'm not here to find trouble. I'm not here to fight. I can't beat him either."

In the past, he could only draw with him.Now there is nothing left to do but to be cleaned up.

Cheng Xirong put the cup back, all the muscles in his body tensed.He was on guard against Feng Yi, he would not eat anything newly prepared by the other party, unless Feng Yi tasted it first.After getting hurt once, Feng Yi will never be given a second chance.I was lucky last time, and I was able to smash a glass to solve it.Do it again, but nothing will necessarily happen.

Feng Yi's eyes fell on the back of Cheng Xirong's hand, his eyelids drooped slightly, his expression was covered up, showing endless depression: "Do you like this cup?"

Cheng Xirong was not in such a relaxed state as he was, listening to a sentence didn't count as a sentence at all, and it was automatically filtered in his mind, leading to many kinds of guesses.Cheng Xirong didn't say anything, and after letting go of his hand, he leaned back.

Feng Yi then said: "Then I'll give it to you."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

I have to say that Feng Yi may have really lost his mind, and his whole body is not normal.

Cheng Xirong didn't want to continue to sit face to face with him, guessing his thoughts that he couldn't figure out at all.He let out a breath, feeling much better now, cleared his throat and said, "Forget about the cup. It should belong to me. Give me back that piece of black jade."

Feng Yicai raised his head, opened his eyes vaguely, and looked at Cheng Xirong.The blood on the whites of the eyes suddenly appeared, and the blue eye sockets looked terrifying.The last time I saw him was a few days ago, and I didn't think he was in such a bad state.Looking at it now, the eyes are a little sunken.

It looked like he was sleeping and was woken up by the alarm sound he made.The person who was supposed to be drowsy soaked in the water for a while and woke up completely.But haggardness cannot be washed away by water, it is engraved in the eyes, decadent and decadent.

Is he alchemy at home or is he dancing to the gods?Make yourself like this?

Cheng Xirong did not hide his shock at all, and his disgust was obvious.Feng Yi was stunned for half a second, got up and went to the kitchen again.When he came back, he took a stack of cups and put them next to the one.

"It's all here."

Cheng Xirong repeated: "I'm here to get my ink jade."

Feng Yi shook his head: "Mo Yu can't. I'll give you this set of cups."

Cheng Xirong sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? A few old cups, if I smash them now, I just raise my hand."

Except for the one look just now, Feng Yi kept avoiding his eyes and no longer looked at Cheng Xirong.However, his attitude was firm. From the beginning to the end, he only said "I can't give you that piece of jade".

"Feng Yi," he hadn't been called by his name for a long time, and now he pronounced these two words with a stranger's mouth, feeling jerky and strange, "It's no good for anyone if you rob so blatantly and make a fuss."

When Feng Yi heard his name, his reaction was even bigger than when Mo Yu was mentioned.He stiffened all over, and after a long time, he slowly said, "Yes, it's not good for you either."

That's why he's so fearless?

Cheng Xirong: "Isn't that the case? I just can't get what was left to me anymore. Anyway, now that the jade is in your hands, I can't get it. Can it be worse? What about you? Something you can lose It's too much."

Facing the threat, Feng Yi's eyes were bright, but the light in his eyes also looked gloomy and low: "You don't have to say that. I won't give it to you."

"Your current reputation, what is left of you can still be tied up with hype—"

"Shut up!" Feng Yi became furious, and immediately stood up, "Shut up! Stop talking!"

Cheng Xirong looked at him with raised eyebrows, and smiled: "Angry? Am I right?"

Feng Yi clenched his fists: "I only tolerate you for Cheng Xirong's sake. Don't go too far!"

86

"For Cheng Xirong's face?" Cheng Xirong continued to ask after a low laugh, "His face is quite big. Do you really care?"

Feng Yi clenched his teeth tightly, and his mandible stretched into a line, which looked like it was about to break anytime.His hands trembled slightly, and to be honest, Cheng Xirong didn't know if he was angry or scared.

"That's right, I've been in love for so many years. Has it been ten years? How many days and nights does this take. You must care very much. Especially care."

Cheng Xirong followed suit, stood up, picked up the first water glass, looked down carefully: "I don't want the glass anymore."

In the next second, Cheng Xirong finally obeyed his heart, raised his arms and smashed the cup.The glass was fitted to one corner of the TV, making a terrifying shattering sound.Feng Yi trembled violently, and took a step back.

"you--!"

"Don't shout." Cheng Xirong interrupted Feng Yi, and withdrew his hand, "I said, this set is not enough to throw away for fun. This is not the attitude of sending people, no one is here to beg for food."

Feng Yi thought he didn't understand, and explained: "This is..."

"Handmade, limited edition. Unfortunately, one was missing just now."

"You know it? Have you seen it?"

Cheng Xirong ignored him, picked up another cup, and weighed it up and down in his hand.

Feng Yi knew that he would not get a response, so he managed to distinguish a little clarity from his dull and sticky thoughts: "Then what do you want?"

Cheng Xirong kicked the sofa behind him: "This."

Feng Yi was dumbfounded, not understanding what the turning point was.

Cheng Xirong asked, "Will you give it?"

Feng Yicai regained his dignity, restrained his silly face, and put on a calm and soft face that he always pretended to be: "Here. In this room, I can give you whatever else you fancy."

Cheng Xirong habitually touched the backpack behind him, and when it was empty, he remembered that the bag was still hanging on the milk crate outside.He directly asked Feng Yi for a pen and paper: "Empty talk is useless, just send me a note."

Feng Yi went to fetch it with a good temper and lay down on the coffee table to write.Cheng Xirong looked around and said, "The sofa, the tea table, and the paintings and bottles that were auctioned off."

Feng Yi's pen stopped: "The sofa and the coffee table, you don't matter if you want other furniture, or you can just live here. Other than that, there is nothing I can give you."

Cheng Xirong sneered: "I live here? Let you tie me up again?"

Feng Yi dryly made a promise, neither in line with the atmosphere nor serious: "I won't."

Won't?Was it someone else who tied me up last time?

Cheng Xirong smiled: "Anyway, I will take back what should belong to me."

Feng Yirang was filled with panic by this thoughtless remark, and the depression between his brows and eyes was even more weak, so he blurted out and asked, "What else?"

Cheng Xirong took a look at the white strip, shook the ink on it, and blew again: "The first one is Moyu. If you don't give it, I can only use the hard one. Don't blame me then."

Feng Yi was still holding the pen in his hand, and wanted to grab that note.Cheng Xirong hid for a while, and sat back on the sofa: "You're not so stingy, are you?"

Feng Yi suppressed his temper: "You should understand that I give you these things, which means that you don't want to think about that piece of jade anymore!"

Cheng Xirong folded the note: "You should also understand that I will never give up that piece of Kodama. Unless you smash it into powder in front of me now - I will use the powder to identify it. Only then can I give up. Otherwise, I will die."

Feng Yi stood up straight: "I will definitely not give it to you."

"You don't have to worry about it, let's do it according to our ability."

Cheng Xirong didn't get a taxi, and after being exposed to the sun for half an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore and found a tree to hide under to rest.He looked at the address book on his phone, flipped through it and called the lawyer.

"Lawyer Yan, it's me - I went to your law firm before, and the front desk said you were on a business trip. Are you back now?"

An hour later, Cheng Xirong sat in the air-conditioned car.Lawyer Yan was sitting in the driver's seat in front, with an embarrassed and nervous expression, always pushing the rimless glasses with his hand while driving.

Lawyer Yan is a middle-aged man, slightly fat, with small but bright eyes.He seemed to have a kind face, not the kind of vicious person. When he picked up Cheng Xirong at the side of the road, he rubbed his hands back and forth in embarrassment.

He probably didn't expect that hiding from a client would actually make headlines.The firm's official Weibo was forced to speak out, and as the responsible lawyer, he became the focus of attention on the entire network.As lawyers, they don't like to take such cases.It is too difficult to deal with, no matter how it is done, it is wrong, even if it is done according to routine procedures, someone will come out to find fault.

But at this time, Lawyer Yan has no room to refuse to rush the duck to the shelves.He has already been targeted, and he can only try his best to be perfect, so that those impulsive and enthusiastic fans will have less chance to find trouble.

So when he received a call from Cheng Xirong, he pushed a client he was talking with, and came out with a document bag, without even having time to call his assistant.When he saw Cheng Xirong, he was still a little surprised.During this period of time, there was a lot of ups and downs on the Internet, and he thought that the person involved would be a man with a deep mind and a good planner.As for the students rumored on the Internet, he didn't believe it.

It turned out to be a child.Not only is she young, but she looks thin and small, sitting on the side of the road with her knees hugged, she is really a bit frail.

After repeatedly confirming Cheng Xirong's identity, Lawyer Yan welcomed him into the car.Returning the same way, Lawyer Yan said to go to the office first, Cheng Xirong did not object, followed up and sat down.An intern poured water and brought it in. Attorney Yan saw that Cheng Xirong had been obedient all the way and didn't do anything embarrassing, so he relaxed a little.

"That's right, I need to confirm first. Can you let me have a look at that black jade brave?"

Cheng Xirong took a sip of water: "I didn't bring it."

Lawyer Yan: "..."

Lawyer Yan raised his glass and drank water to hide his embarrassment.In fact, he was still guilty, no matter what the reason or purpose, after all, he was hiding from Cheng Xirong and avoiding meeting Cheng Xirong.Based on this alone, Cheng Xirong can conclude that he had improper transactions with others, which violated the law and professional ethics.

Everyone in the know is afraid that this matter will be exposed.Once this kind of news is exposed, it must be a storm at this cusp.They waited for a while, but no one mentioned it, but they still didn't dare to relax.Lawyer Yan was worried that the child had a temper, so he was waiting for him to get angry at him.

It really is……

Lawyer Yan took off the glasses, wiped them, put them on again, and wiped the sweat from his forehead by the way: "I'm just looking, the professional appraisal is also appointed by Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Xirong sighed helplessly: "But I really didn't bring it."

87

Lawyer Yan was silent for five seconds before asking: "Then today, do you want to learn about the procedure of inheritance transfer? Or something else?"

Cheng Xirong asked about it when he made his will.At that time, Lawyer Yan explained it to him in detail, and showed him a bunch of materials.He sounded dizzy, and he didn't want to take the materials back to his residence, so he threw them away halfway.He made a will, no matter what he inherited or not.That's someone else's business, and whoever should learn it should do it seriously.

Now that I mentioned it, he dangled around half a bottle, so he knew the general idea.Cheng Xirong pondered for a moment, making sure he couldn't recall the specific process and details, and then said: "Then let's talk about the procedure."

Lawyer Yan: "..."

Why do you think this kid is just looking for trouble?If he doesn't say anything, what is he going to listen to?

Putting aside the defamation for the time being, Lawyer Yan went to the lawsuit with his forehead, highlighting the key points while talking, and marked a popular science document as a pre-exam review material.Cheng Xirong looked familiar with this piece of paper, it was the one he gave last time, but he didn't get this kind of treatment.

At that time, I made the will by myself, and I didn't want anyone to know.It was no longer his business alone, Cheng Xirong put the paper in his bag, said "see you next time", and went out to take the subway.

Cheng Xirong didn't go home and went directly to the hospital.After saying hello, Su Minglin asked, "Brother said you are not feeling well, okay?"

"Well, it's okay. Shoot according to today's progress, don't worry about me."

"Then why don't you fall asleep at home?"

"Look. If anyone has any questions about acting, just ask me."

Cheng Xirong put on a dignified and steady face, in fact, because there was no food at home, he could still have a takeaway when he came here.After eating and drinking enough, he planned to be an off-court coach.Seeing that he was too idle, Su Minglin simply asked Nana to put on makeup for him, and came and went for two scenes.

The whole afternoon went smoothly, and even though two scenes were added, work was still done on time.Su Minglin walked forward, turned back and sighed: "I have to adjust the schedule again. According to today's situation, the filming will definitely be finished ahead of schedule."

Cheng Xirong: "Just follow the arrangement. There's no need to rush, quality assurance is the most important thing."

"I know," Su Minglin turned around the corner of the corridor, "Ouch—brother? Why are you walking so fast? Fortunately, it's me, and if it was Xiao Pan, you'd have to be knocked into the air."

Fu Zhou glanced back, took a step back, turned around and turned back.

Cheng Xirong: "..." Did you see me?What are you doing so fast?

Su Minglin rubbed his chin: "Why do I feel that senior brother has become more and more bored recently?"

Cheng Xirong responded perfunctorily, "Really?"

"That's right! I didn't like to talk before, but I just nodded and looked at each other to say hello. How can there be such a thing?"

Cheng Xirong said for Fu Zhou: "He may be in a hurry."

"What's the rush? Come pick you up in a hurry! You see, he's flustered, and he'll leave when he sees you." Halfway through Su Minglin's words, he also thought of something, and poked Cheng Xirong's arm, "No I said, what's the matter with you? I haven't seen my brother like this before."

Cheng Xirong asked back, "What's it like?"

Su Minglin looked Cheng Xirong up and down, with a suspicious expression on his face, obviously disbelieving.

Cheng Xirong was helpless: "How would I know?"

"You do not know?"

Cheng Xirong didn't play around, and simply asked, "What do you want me to have with him?"

Su Minglin shook his head immediately: "Don't dare. That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

"Then shut up and study tomorrow's play carefully!"

When Cheng Xirong went downstairs, he saw Fu Zhou's car parked outside.The hospital is a building adjacent to the road, without a yard, and the door out of the hall is the shoulder of the road.There are limited parking spaces outside. Since they rented the ward on the top floor, there was a spot reserved for Fu Zhou.

Presumably it would not be the dean's account.There is a fee for renting a ward, and occupying a parking space is in conflict with the interests of the patient.The industry they opened to make money would not do such a thing.On the contrary, the little girls in the hall were very excited when Fu Zhou came.

Swiping face cards is useful no matter where you go.

Cheng Xirong walked to the side of the car and saw a little nurse sitting in the passenger seat, chatting with Fu Zhou.Fu Zhou still maintained a paralyzed face with no expression on his face, and the little girl narrowed her eyes when she laughed.

Cheng Xirong knocked on the car window, and the little nurse opened the door and came down, reluctantly saying "goodbye" to Fu Zhou, and then ran away shyly.Cheng Xirong murmured in his heart, isn't Pan Nanxing's face ugly?It should be better than Fu Zhou, right?

In that case, should the little nurse see an ophthalmologist?

They will regret it in the future.

Cheng Xirong sat on the co-pilot, took out the white strip from his bag and patted it on the steering wheel.Fu Zhou moved underneath, caught the fluffy paper, and turned his head to ask.

"The promised sofa."

Fu Zhou opened it for a glance, and immediately raised his head when he saw the signature clearly: "Are you looking for Feng Yi again?"

Cheng Xirong fiddled with the fan blades of the air conditioner: "Yes."

Fu Zhou didn't know where the anger came from, and he poured his head and face on Cheng Xirong: "You don't have a long memory at all!?"

Cheng Xirong glanced at him, still in a casual manner: "What are you arguing about? Am I stupid? After being hit once, can he drug me again?"

"I think you are stupid!"

Cheng Xirong was stunned by this sentence, he didn't expect Fu Zhou to say such a thing.It has no practical effect, on the contrary, there is some anger, childish and funny.It's almost like arguing with children.Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

Fu Zhou's face became even more gloomy, his chest heaved, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I told the Security Management Office before I went in." Cheng Xirong paused, "Besides, I have to