Perfect Two

Come out, look at the bedside lamp, and call the doctor.The phone rang for the third time before the other party picked it up, sleepy and in a bad tone.

"I'm Fu Zhou, I've been looking for you during the day. He has a fever of 38 degrees, what should I do?"

The doctor stared in confusion for a long time before waking up: "Oh my god! How could it be? You first cool him down physically and take aspirin. Did you buy the regular medicine I listed for you?"

Fu Zhou found the several medicines she mentioned from the plastic bag, and poured a glass of warm water with one hand.

Doctor: "It may be due to the spread of bacteria in the hospital. He has poor resistance and is prone to infection. On the other hand, I think he is not in a good state of mind. Is he too nervous? This will also cause a high fever."

Fu Zhou replied coldly, "I don't know".

The doctor could hear his anxiety, changed his tone, and persuaded: "Don't worry too much, it won't have a big impact if you can lower the temperature. You should watch at night and pay attention to his breathing. Have you turned on the light over there?" ?”

"What do you mean?"

"Observe his face, if there are signs of cyanosis or bluish white, give him emergency medicine first."

Fu Zhou dropped the phone and hurried back to the room.Cheng Xirong slid down a bit, and his shoulders were crooked, but his expression was the same as before.Fu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the head of the bed and held Cheng Xirong's shoulders: "Open your mouth and take the medicine."

Cheng Xirong had difficulty swallowing and had to change the medicine three times before feeding it.The pillow sheets were messed up with his vomited potion.Fu Zhou knelt on the bed, passed his arms through his shoulders and under his legs, picked him up horizontally, and moved him to the other side.

After finishing this, Fu Zhou wiped the sweat off his face, took alcohol and went around to the end of the bed.He held Cheng Xirong's ankle, and wiped the soles of Cheng Xirong's feet with a towel dipped in alcohol.

When the sky was bright, Cheng Xirong's temperature finally dropped.Fu Zhou threw the towel into the basin, sat between the water stains, and leaned against the bed exhausted.He rubbed his sore back, and turned his head just in time to see the foot with parallel eyes.

White and tender, the skin is very thin and thin, and the blue blood vessels are clearly visible.

Fu Zhou raised his hand and touched the instep, and saw that leg shrank, and quickly avoided it.Fu Zhou raised his head and met Cheng Xirong's frightened gaze.

"Why are you touching me!?"

Fu Zhou was serious: "Try to see if you still burn."

Cheng Xirong looked back at the messy sheets, pillows were thrown everywhere, water marks could be seen everywhere, and pills were scattered on the bedside.His memory was a little fuzzy, he only remembered that he was dreaming again, and then he seemed to be asleep all night, which was very tormenting.

Have a fever?Is that Fu Zhou taking care of himself?a whole night?

Cheng Xirong licked his lower lip, then looked down, and found that he had already slept on Fu Zhou's side: "I took your place?"

Fu Zhou stood up and stretched his limbs: "You have flooded over there."

There is a lot of water on the bed... This is what happens to babies...

Fu Zhou ignored Cheng Xirong's tangled expression and asked, "What else do you feel uncomfortable about?"

"Thirsty."

Fu Zhou brought him a glass of water: "If there is nothing else, I'll sleep next door for a while."

"Wait, come here and sleep."

Cheng Xirong got up too violently, his legs and feet were weak, and he knelt down directly, and when he pushed his hands to the floor, he just pressed them into the water.He maintained this posture, bowed his back and buried his head, and did not move for a long time.After a long time, he raised his head, his facial features were all wrinkled, and there were still splashes of water on his face: "No, help me. It hurts..."

Fu Zhou pulled him up: "You seem to be getting old."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cheng Xirong rubbed his knees: "Sickness makes people age. You should catch up on sleep. I still count on you to be my driver and take care of me."

Fu Zhou still went to the next door. Before he left, he took a look. He hid all his words in the depths and refused to express them.Cheng Xirong felt that there was something different in his eyes, completely different from the day before.

He has always been expressionless, but his eyes are lively.Some subtle emotional changes are reflected in the eyes. If there is a significant difference, it will be easier to see.

Could it be something happened last night... Cheng Xirong shuddered, and felt the skin on his feet was numb and tingly.

I must be overthinking it... Given Fu Zhou's obsession with "Cheng Xirong", he probably will have to guard himself for a few more years.

After recovering from the exhaustion, Cheng Xirong took off the bed sheet and pillow case and threw them into the washtub in the bathroom.When he was wiping the floor with a rag, he thought that if he had money, he would first buy a washing machine for Fu Zhou.

At 09:30, Fu Zhou's cell phone rang.He came out of the screening room rubbing his hair, yawned, and answered the phone: "Ah, Lawyer Yan? My wife ran away in the middle of the night last night. I'm looking for her! Turn around, I'll go to the office to find you."

Cheng Xirong was trying to peel his hard-boiled eggs, and finally lost his patience, so he simply removed the shell and the egg white.He teased: "Mr. Okawa is really busy with housework."

Fu Zhou took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator: "Should I say that my wife has a fever in the middle of the night, and I can't leave as a patient?"

Cheng Xirong pretended not to care: "Then why divorce?"

Fu Zhou walked over to him and took out the medicine for him: "So you can't say that. The surname Yan said that he is usually in the office in the morning. When are you going to go?" #####

27

When to meet Attorney Yan...

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "The initiative is in our hands now. Since he doesn't want to see me, let him wait."

Fu Zhou frowned: "What are you going to do again?"

Cheng Xirong expressed his innocence, his lips pursed slightly, and the brilliance in his eyes was completely incompatible with his age and image.On the contrary, there is a certain kind of self-confidence in strategizing, which is very firm.He patted Fu Zhou on the shoulder: "Do nothing, take a day off today."

Fu Zhou was more than ten centimeters taller than Cheng Xirong, but Cheng Xirong raised his hand smoothly, showing no discomfort at all due to the difference in height.Fu Zhou felt a slight heaviness in his shoulders, he staggered to that side, and lowered himself first.

By the time he realized what he was doing, Cheng Xirong had already turned around and left for the screening room.Fu Zhou still kept his slightly bent posture and stood on the spot.He stroked his hair, calmed down, and followed.

Maybe I was thinking too much.But this Pan Nanxing was too similar to Cheng Xirong.It's beyond a coincidence, from the behavior to the choice of words and sentences, even the eyes are [-]% similar.This is a fact that cannot be ignored.

The only difference is that the person standing in front of him is really too young.His skin is white, tender and smooth, with little damage from wind and sun.His eyes are clear, and he hasn't been stained with too much worldly dust by the years.He was slender and thin-chested.This is completely different from Cheng Xirong.

This intertwined together creates an illusion of violation.Fu Zhou looked at him, often in a daze, not knowing who he was looking at.He is obviously a 19-year-old student, and he still has the innocence of a teenager.However, the soul essence carried in his body is mature, introverted and steady.

And it's familiar.

Fu Zhou didn't dare to make a conclusion, and he couldn't.Fortunately, his patience and concentration have always been very good.He is also very good at dormant things.

Fu Zhou followed into the projection room. The lights inside were all on, and the screen on one side of the wall was dark.Cheng Xirong didn't show the movie, but huddled barefoot in the middle of the beanbag sofa and surfed the Internet with his mobile phone.Fu Zhou went out again, picked a few discs from the disc rack at the door, and asked him which one he wanted to watch when he came back.

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "No."

"Then what do you do?"

Only then did Cheng Xirong look up at him: "Why don't you find me a sofa to sit on?"

There really isn't any more... In Fuzhou's house, the only places to sit are the bed in the bedroom, the single sofa in the projection room, and the two small mats in the living room.No way, he has no money.

He wrote "No Pearl" when he was a freshman, and sold it to a small and medium-sized studio with his signature.The relationship among domestic screenwriters is complicated, and screenwriters can obtain very little rights and interests from copyright.At that time, the salary he got was only enough to buy one lens.

Later, "No Pearl" became popular, and the follow-up influence brought him some extra income.He bought the house at that time with a down payment on the loan, and has been paying the monthly payment for three years, and now he has to send money to the bank every month.

Cheng Xirong said helplessly: "I don't know whether you are rich or poor. I didn't buy furniture, and I didn't have a washing machine. In the end, I installed a screening room at home."

Fu Zhou sat down on the carpet as before: "I saved a sum of money before and wanted to invite Cheng Xirong to film my drama. But he refused, so I used the money to install a screening room."

Cheng Xirong: "How much have you saved?"

"370."

"...are you going to make a 10-minute short film?"

Cheng Xirong's movie salary is 500 million.He has stopped taking TV dramas in the later period.The last time he acted in TV was three years ago. At that time, his TV drama salary had reached 110 million per episode. 370 million... Whether it's a movie or a TV show, it's almost time for Cheng Xirong to stand up and speak a few words for him to promote.

Fu Zhou explained: "It's not just this amount, it's definitely not enough. If he is willing to act, there must be a lot of follow-up sponsorship. The funds will arrive later, but it can work."

On the contrary, he made a good plan, invited the actor to act for him, and used the actor as a living sign to attract money?He is still too young, and he hasn't figured out how complicated the relationship in the circle is.

Cheng Xirong himself has many endorsements.When signing these endorsements, the contract clearly stipulates that endorsement advertisements for similar products cannot be repeated.That is to say, if he signed the drinks of this company, he cannot have anything to do with the mineral water of another company.Cheng Xirong took a sky-high endorsement fee, so he naturally had to abide by these harsh conditions.

On the other hand, he himself controls the direction of the endorsement.He wants to ensure his worth, and the selected cooperation must conform to his own image and be consistent with his own positioning.He is not short of money, so naturally he will not be hungry and eat everything, and he will raise everything.

If he really wanted to solicit sponsors, Fu Zhou might not be able to find them.

When I saw Fu Zhou swearing and insisting on filming by himself, I thought he was fully prepared.The result is simply enthusiasm, and even the most basic funds are not in place.

Cheng Xirong was surprised: "You don't have any money ready, why don't you just produce for him?"

"He loved the script and I could tell he wanted to do it well."

really.This is the best book I have read in recent years.

Fu Zhou: "As a producer, the first thing he does is to replace the director."

Cheng Xirong was silent for half a minute, carefully thinking about the possibility of doing this.I don't know where Fu Zhou's steadfast attitude came from, and I don't know how he can understand himself so well.In fact, that sort of thing does happen.

A good book, of course, must be equipped with the best production team.If he were to think about it now, he would ask Wang He to shoot it.

Cheng Xirong changed the topic: "The installation of a screening room can't cost 300 million, right?"

Only then did Fu Zhou reveal a trace of imperceptible distress: "I still want to film."

So the rest of the money is saved, waiting to be used for filming funds.Cheng Xirong started out as an actor, and the one who needs to invest is himself, and the output is always greater than the input.He didn't quite understand how the director's path started.

"But... Even if you are a new director, it seems that you are not like you, right?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

"Normally, where is the director raising money? There is a production department, a distribution department, and publicity, etc. This is a complete system."

Unless no one invests in him.Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou again, and felt that there was a reason for his lack of expression.

This circle is too complicated, and a person may not be what you seem on the surface.What is hidden behind him, who can know?

Cheng Xirong has no intention of exploring other people's past, not to mention that it may not be a pleasant experience.Bloody things like exposing people's scars are too cruel, so it's best not to do them.

Cheng Xirong handed over the phone and showed him his page. #####

28

The phone page stays on the Weibo client. It is the photo Fu Zhou took before, and the reposts on it have exceeded [-].

Cheng Xirong leaned out half of his body, stretched out his hand and clicked on the screen: "It's already on the trending search, there are more than one."

On the Weibo square, there is an impressive sign "Cheng Xirong

Key words such as "Moyu Pixiu", "Cheng Xirong's legacy", "Cheng Xirong's successor". Nowadays, topics related to Cheng Xirong are easy to become popular, even if a fan posts a full set of discs collected by himself, It can be forwarded more than ten thousand times. What's more, the meaning represented by this piece of Kodama is even more different.

Weibo in the past few days has been digging graves.Fans retweeted his previous Weibo, marketing accounts gave a resource summary of his works over the years, some big V found his early interview videos, and so on.The whole Weibo has always been in a nostalgic attitude towards him, it is a memory, it is looking back at the past.

Now this piece of jade suddenly appeared in the public's sight, instantly pulling the public's attention back, forcing them to look at the present and the future after Cheng Xirong's death.

It's a complete departure from the tone of late, and comes at a time when the crowd is about to get tired.Media people have a theory that news is time-sensitive. A thing is the most explosive when it first appears, and the temperature will continue to rise within 48 hours afterwards.After two days, the news will reach a climax, and then begin to drop rapidly.

Cheng Xirong's influence is different from others. He can set off a wave of national mourning, and he can maintain this mourning for a longer period of time than other events.But it is only a delayed decline period. The public's attention will have a burnout period, and the attention will be distracted.At this time, it was almost time for Yu Wen to start to recede.

Cheng Xirong posted that photo, which was undoubtedly another bomb, and when it was thrown out, the waves exploded again.After all, this is different from ordinary fans, relatives and friends, this jade pendant involves Cheng Xirong's own legacy.

Inheritance disputes among wealthy families can best satisfy the gossip of passers-by, not to mention Cheng Xirong, who represents not only wealth, but also the much-anticipated love.Ever since Feng Yi called the lawyer in public at the memorial service, that will has become the center of gossip and curiosity.It's just that since then, no relevant news has come out, and everyone suppressed their emotions and waited.

Now that I finally see Splash, it will naturally cause an uproar.

Fu Zhou pointed to the third favorite: "What the hell is this?"

Cheng Xirong casually clicked into the topic: "It's me, Cheng Xirong's heir."

"Are you his son?"

Cheng Xirong twirled his fingers: "That's right."

I said so, and I didn't feel that I was taken advantage of at all. Fu Zhou had nothing to refute, but he still muttered something like "The heir is so strange".Cheng Xirong pretended not to hear.

In terms of age, Pan Nanxing had to call him uncle when he was ten years younger than him.Although the piece of black jade in his hand does not involve the huge property under Cheng Xirong's name, it is directly related to the will after all, and it is something left by Cheng Xirong.

Come up with the topic of "heir", Xie Zhiying can be regarded as a thorough analysis of the current situation.

Most of the relevant microblogs are still reposting the photo of Moyu. The emotions of passers-by are real emotions, and there is no substantive content.It is even more meaningless to post small advertisements following the popularity. "Nanlu"'s Weibo has been searched over and over, personal information has also been turned upside down, and the school class dormitory numbers are also listed.But what netizens really want to know is the relationship between Pan Nanxing and Cheng Xirong, and they can't find any clues. Many people are asking for the truth.

Something that does not exist in the first place must have no way to diverge.The only thing that can be announced is the confrontation between him and Feng Yi at the memorial service.

At that time, no media mentioned this matter, and only reported about the content of the lawyer and the will, and even the guidance of public opinion did not pull Feng Yi into the water.As expected, Feng Yi was excluded by Cheng Xirong, and he was not mentioned in the will. The speculation brought about by such unforeseen circumstances will definitely damage Feng Yi's image.The result was quite the opposite. The media reported that "Feng Yi rejected Cheng Xirong's property" and left the property "to Cheng Xirong's parents and young people with ideals".

He seems to have become a good man who is affectionate and filial, but also broad-minded, magnanimous and responsible.

Cheng Xirong also understands the work style of the domestic media, and knows that most of those people took money and suppressed the middle links.But now it's a different kind of limelight, Cheng Xirong's photo is the hottest topic at the moment.If you can take advantage of the ride along the way and rediscover old news, people will naturally be tempted.

I don't know how much Xie Zhiying paid for that video.In short, there is a breakthrough, and there will be enthusiastic or curious netizens to create momentum in the future.When this becomes a phenomenon, it cannot be avoided no matter what. There is a default push in the communication center, relevant reports when you turn on the TV, and traditional paper media will also write lengthy analysis.This public relations is a perfect success.

Cheng Xirong shrank back and found the most comfortable posture.Xie Zhiying chose the right direction, coupled with the degree of attention to the incident itself, the current public opinion is indeed the effect he wants.

"Now we can just wait for Yan to come to us. He can't ruin his name."

Fu Zhou threw the phone back: "Cheng Xirong also taught you this kind of pitch-black thing?"

"Teach by example."

Fu Zhou disapproved.

Cheng Xirong tapped the tight muscles on his arm with his mobile phone: "Don't make such an expression. It's not enough for you to keep yourself clean in this circle. The rules of this industry are like this. If others have done it, don't you do it?" ?”

"Someone is going to take drugs, and you are going to take drugs too?"

Cheng Xirong waved his hand: "Absurd words. Can this be the same?" After he finished speaking, he paused, and added: "That's fine too. You should write the book and film the drama well."

I can do those dark things by myself.

He leaned against the flannel of the sofa, his hair hanging down above his eyebrows.The pallor after the fever has not subsided, the eyes are half opened, and the double eyelids are deep and wide.He curled up together, exposing a section of a lonely ankle, and a blue tendon on the ankle bone was clearly visible.

Fu Zhou uncontrollably thought of the rumors he had heard before.It is said that Cheng Xirong himself is an ankle lover, and he always has an undisguised love for men's ankles.It is rumored that he met Feng Yi when he was on the set of an advertisement. Feng Yi, who was in his 20s, rolled up his trousers to change into leather shoes provided by the brand, revealing his ankle wrapped in black stockings.

That night, Cheng Xirong invited Feng Yi to participate in his poker game.There are even rumors that he gave up his position and just sat beside him to fish.

Fu Zhou looked at the young man's feet in front of him, licked his lower lip, and then turned his eyes away: "I, I'm going to cook the noodles." #####

29

Fu Zhou found that since he picked up this little man, the thoughts in his mind were out of control, and various conjectures always popped up.

Looking at the noodles in the pot, he thought about it carefully and felt that he was right.So far, apart from Feng Yi, the only person who can take advantage of the privileges in front of Cheng Xirong is this one from his own family.Even from some perspectives, the treatment of this person is much better than that of Feng Yi.

At least he got Cheng Xirong's most beloved thing during his lifetime, which is more precious than money, and he is indeed the heir in name.He also inherited Cheng Xirong's behavior style, and Feng Yi only learned acting from Cheng Xirong, but he didn't get to the point where he even behaved similarly in daily life.He is familiar with everything about Cheng Xirong, and he has Cheng Xirong's promise.

He also has nice looking ankles.

Fu Zhou covered his face and exhaled secretly.What are you thinking about... Can you stop thinking about those feet!

The water in the pot boiled and splashed out.Fu Zhou hurriedly added cold water into it, repeated several times before cooking a pot of noodles.As a result, Cheng Xirong fell asleep in the screening room.He still maintained the posture just now, with his head tilted and his mouth open, revealing two fine white front teeth.

Fu Zhou touched his forehead, his palm was a little hot.Cheng Xirong had just fallen asleep, his sleep was still light, and he was awakened almost at the same time.He raised his hand to hold Fu Zhou's wrist, his eyes were still blurred, and the aura around him tensed up first.

Fu Zhou stopped his movements: "It's me!"

Cheng Xirong squinted at him, then let go of his hand and stretched his arms lazily: "The meal is ready?"

Fu Zhou took a step back: "You are sleeping and dreaming, and you are so nervous when you doze off?"

Cheng Xirong got up slowly: "People panic when they have no confidence. I was stabbed in the heart, and the air leaked, so I couldn't save it."

What nonsense...Fu Zhou simply went back to the kitchen to serve noodles, Cheng Xirong followed and stood at the door smelling the smell: "It smells so good."

Cheng Xirong endured the taste of not knowing what to eat and not being able to swallow it for several days.At this time, Cheng Xirong swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether the fever was too exhausting or Fu Zhou's cooking skills were superb.

Fu Zhousheng took out half a bowl, turned around and handed it over.Cheng Xirong backed away, taking a step to the side, giving way to the kitchen door and the way.Fu Zhou didn't move, and Cheng Xirong also looked blank: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhou emphasized: "Your."

Cheng Xirong still didn't understand, so he raised his eyebrows and made a nasal sound: "Huh?"

"Your meal."

Cheng Xirong looked back at the small coffee table and the small mazza in the living room: "Let's eat there."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Fu Zhou brought the rice over, arranged the ponytail, and brought the chopsticks to Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong just picked out a scallion, held up his chopsticks and asked, "Is there a trash tray?"

Couldn't bear it anymore...Fu Zhou sat down opposite him: "Are you really a poor student who needs financial assistance?"

Cheng Xirong's hand paused, turned around, and brought the chopsticks to his mouth: "Forget it if you don't have one."

Seeing him frowning and swallowing rawly, Fu Zhou lost his temper again, got up and went to the kitchen to get him an empty bowl.Cheng Xirong was useless, he picked up the noodles in small bites, trying to avoid the chopped green onion in the bowl.He doesn't eat onion, ginger and garlic. All condiments are heresy in his opinion and must not appear in his bowl.

Now that I have changed my body, my taste preferences have also changed a little.But decades of mental habits are hard to change.Just looking at the dots, he felt uncomfortable on the tip of his tongue. He had to look at the noodles three times to make sure there was no chopped green onion in it before putting it in his mouth.

It is very slow to eat like this.When Fu Zhou put down his chopsticks, the noodles in Cheng Xirong's bowl had been soaked in the soup, and the refreshing sour soup noodles had become a ball.Fu Zhou put his empty bowl in the sink, and asked through a door, "You don't know how to wash the dishes yourself, do you?"

Cheng Xirong swallowed what was in his mouth: "Of course I will!"

That being said, Fu Zhou waited until he was full before cleaning up the kitchen and the dirty dishes.Cheng Xirong's stomach was full, and his mood improved a lot. He stood at the kitchen door with his mobile phone, chatting with him while playing.

"Teach me how to cook when you are free."

Fu Zhou wiped the gas stove with a sullen head: "You learn to serve your own food first."

Cheng Xirong realized belatedly that before the meal, Fu Zhou wanted him to take the bowl and take it out.He really didn't think of it!When he first entered the industry, he had to go to get his own boxed lunch and find a corner to squat to eat by himself.This self-reliant way of eating only lasted for more than a year, and then he had an assistant.

Naturally, there are assistants on the set to help him prepare, and even help him choose the dishes he doesn't eat.When he got home, there were Feng Yi and his aunt, and he didn't even touch the dining chair at home.

Pan Nanxing was a poor student in his teens, timid and cowardly.In a new acquaintance's house, he shouldn't be so confident and so casual.I actually overlooked such a crucial detail.

Cheng Xirong discovered that he has acted in dramas for more than 20 years and has created a considerable number of film and television images, all of which are superficial.To really play a person and integrate yourself with that person is much more difficult than imagined.

This was actually the most difficult time for me to enter the play.

Or, in fact, I didn't regard this as a performance at all in my heart?Right.In acting, there is also the term of entering and exiting a play, and I have not appeared in a play now.Out of the play, where do I go back?That body has been cremated and disappeared from this world.

I want to keep acting like this.It is impossible for me to be cowardly and forbearing like the real Pan Nanxing.All that can be done now is role adjustment.It is not to adapt to "Pan Nanxing" by myself, but to make the image of "Pan Nanxing" close to myself.

One day, it will completely overlap.

Cheng Xirong asked, "Then what else do you need?"

Fu Zhou put the rag back in place: "Okay, I have another job. Chef or waiter?"

"And." Cheng Xirong stretched out his mobile phone, "When you have money in the future, I will give you more wages and tips. Look at this, there is a response."

Fu Zhou's eyesight had been shown when he peeked at the girl's phone call in the law firm.Cheng Xirong wasn't worried that he couldn't see clearly, but Fu Zhou himself, after drying off the water droplets on his hands, took the phone over and looked at it several times with a frown.

is another popular Weibo.The blogger "Haitian Law Firm" has an official Blue V certification, and issued a statement with the official seal.The blogger first affirmed the Internet rumors that Cheng Xirong's will and related matters were handled by Yan Xingli, a registered lawyer of the law firm.Then he said that so far, the rights holders related to the will have not actively contacted them, and all the procedures have not yet started.

Finally, the law firm guarantees that follow-up progress will be tracked and reported on the Internet with the consent of the parties.

Weibo already has [-] comments and [-] forwards.There are a large number of people who want to be little guiding angels, Aite's "Nanlu" Weibo.Among the popular comments, there are many related to Feng Yi.

Fu Zhou's expression was serious.

Cheng Xirong asked: "Is there a problem?" #####

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Fu Zhou's expression made Cheng Xirong a little nervous, as if something went wrong, but he didn't notice it.No, so far, all developments have been carried out according to one's own expectations.To be honest, Cheng Xirong didn't expect the influence of this matter to be so great, and the response speed of the other party to be so fast.

"No problem? What's wrong?"

Fu Zhou asked, "Do you still remember the content of the will?"

No one knows better than Cheng Xirong himself. He even remembers the anger when he went to change the will.He picked up the content that would not be exposed, and roughly repeated it, only talking about the big frame.

Fu Zhou analyzed with him: "Mo Yu is in your hands. You didn't get connected with Yan, which is normal. But Cheng Xirong's parents, didn't they go to see that lawyer? The beneficiary of the insurance is his parents. Isn't this the first time we should be contacted?"

Several days have passed, even if the parents did not take the initiative to contact the lawyer, Yan Xingli should contact them.Unlike myself, my parents did not show up after taking the jade. They were in the open, and it was very easy to contact them.With Yan Xingli and himself working together for so many years, they are as familiar with each other as directors in the industry. Cheng Xirong also provided the contact information of his parents.

Furthermore, there is Feng Yi in the middle.No matter how the parents objected in the early years, they later accepted Feng Yi and treated him as half their son.Everyone inside and outside the circle knows that Feng Yi's attitude towards Cheng Xirong's parents is more serious than Cheng Xirong himself.The media often took photos of Feng Yi taking Cheng Xirong's parents out on vacation and dining together, more times than Cheng Xirong was photographed.

Yan Xingli would hide from him, no doubt it was Feng Yi who got in the way, the two of them must have met and talked about it.As long as Yan Xingli said one thing, Feng Yi could take him to meet his parents.

Unless, Yan Xingli didn't say.Or Feng Yi refused to introduce him.

Worse, what if it was both of their wishes?What if the two of them agree not only on the Moyu in their hands and the script mentioned in the will... What if the content of their cooperation is the entire will?

Cheng Xirong's face turned pale instantly.

Fu Zhou clutched the phone: "Has Cheng Xirong brought you to meet his parents?"

Cheng Xirong nodded, then shook his head immediately: "No. But I have met his parents, and I know their addresses."

Fu Zhou's footsteps paused, and he just stopped beside Cheng Xirong.The kitchen door is limited in width, and two people standing side by side appear narrow and crowded.Cheng Xirong didn't notice anything, took a step back, turned around and went to the bedroom to change his clothes.

Fu Zhou stood there for a while, shook his head, and followed into the bedroom.

Everyone knows that Cheng Xirong's bottom line lies with his parents.In the early years when he was popular, some paparazzi followed him and took pictures of his parents' profile, which was widely reported and publicized.It was Cheng Xirong's first public challenge to the entertainment media, but in the end he still won the upper hand - his fan base is too huge, and the traditional entertainment media can't stand the cold and violent treatment alone.

It was also at that time that Xingchen found out that Cheng Xirong's popularity with passers-by was frighteningly good.It was simply an activity initiated by fans to boycott bad media, but it actually got the support and cooperation of many passers-by.

This happened several times later.Cheng Xirong's status has risen, and his words have become more important, and there is no room for negotiation.All those who attempt to implicate his parents will be directly blacklisted and will never cooperate.

His parents are indeed very ordinary and ordinary old people. Their daily life is nothing more than shopping for vegetables and playing boxing.Wearing old Beijing cloth shoes, an antique watch that has been worn for decades, and a handkerchief that has faded from use, there is no entertainment value in the photo.Coupled with Xingchen's up and down management, after a few times, no media person will touch this bad luck.

In recent years, Feng Yi has been photographed several times.The focus of the report was on Feng Yi, and his parents were coded, and even the clothes were blurred as much as possible to prevent people from seeing clearly.Feng Yihui jumped out to criticize the media first, but Cheng Xirong's words were robbed, so he had to keep silent.But this is always the bottom line he sticks to, and no one can touch it.

Fu Zhou has worked with many groups, and there are always a few people who have worked with Cheng Xirong.When he was free to chat, he would occasionally mention his parents.The seniors in the circle shook their heads and smacked their lips with emotion: "For example, Chen Jingtian, they have cooperated too much, right? They are also very good buddies in private, right? But I guarantee that Chen Jingtian doesn't even know what his parents look like." I know. Cheng Xirong is paranoid, mean, and unkind in some ways."

The car stopped at the empty seat in Hualin Jiayuan, Fu Zhou still couldn't hold back, and asked, "How do you know that his parents live here?"

"As I said, I know everything about him. The building in front, the seventh floor. The second floor of the opposite building used to be under Feng Yi's name, but was later sold by Feng Yi."

Fu Zhou held the steering wheel and failed to respond for a long time.He had to be honest with himself, he was sour.Jealousy is the most difficult emotion to control. It is not like anger, which can be swallowed by clenching your fists and clenching your teeth.Jealousy is not allowed.Jealousy springs from the bottom of my heart, and if the root cause cannot be eliminated, the negative effects it brings will not be eliminated.

The key problem is that he doesn't know which one he should be jealous of.Feng Yi was the most important person in Cheng Xirong's life before.Now suddenly appeared...a teenage boy who showed his familiarity with Cheng Xirong in every way, even more than that of Feng Yi.

The peace of mind that I had built collapsed in an instant.I used to think that the fate between people should be like this. Cheng Xirong can have a partner who has been with him for nearly ten years. This is what he deserves, and there is no room for others.But this cognition was suddenly broken, and Fu Zhou found that he was not as happy as he thought, and the so-called fate was not at all.But it was too late, there was no chance.

This cognition came through Pan Nanxing.He was much luckier than himself, he had the opportunity he wanted.The regret that he could never make up for in this life, in his experience, was really too common.

Can this be said to be unfair?

Cheng Xirong put his hand on the door and stopped in the middle of opening the door.He exhaled and asked seriously: "I know what you think. One day, I will give you everything about him, do you want it?"

Before Fu Zhou could respond, Cheng Xirong added, "If those things hadn't been taken away by Feng Yi."

Fu Zhou was cold, and his tone was light and tasteless: "You don't need to provoke me like this. If Feng Yi did something to his parents...you don't need to tell me, I will not let Feng Yi go." #####

31

There are so many people in the circle, and Cheng Xirong has countless confidantes and old friends, but I am afraid that there are not many who can say this sentence.When he got out of the swimming pool, he knew that the situation would be under the control of Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng, and no one would go against Xingchen for the so-called "last wish".

Just happened to meet Fu Zhou.Fu Zhou dared to attack Feng Yi without any hesitation.His heart to "Cheng Xirong" is sincere and warm, with a lingering warmth.

At this time, Cheng Xirong really wanted to give him something, what he wanted, what he expected.Whatever it is, give him back.

Now is not the time.I have no capital yet.In the future, it's not just about giving him a washing machine.

Probably because of emotional agitation, when Cheng Xirong led Fu Zhou forward, he couldn't help but say something to fill in the blank: "I bought the house here for ten years. There are not so many real estate projects, and this is considered a high-end community."

Fu Zhou remained silent.

Cheng Xirong: "It's too old now."

Fu Zhou gave a "hmm".

Cheng Xirong turned around: "Say something."

Fu Zhou pursed his lips and thought for a while: "Don't be nervous."

How is it possible... Cheng Xirong rubbed his face and forced himself: "I didn't. Don't you want to know what happened in the past? Let me tell you. I found that you are all similar, and so is Feng Yi. I want to hear it. I said it, and I'm not happy."

Fu Zhou asked, "Have you brought any medicine?"

"I'm telling you the truth."

The elevator stopped, the door opened, and Fu Zhou raised his hand and pressed it on the metal frame: "You want to be serious? Well, I'll tell you serious. You showed your flaws. The house you bought ten years ago? How old were you ten years ago? Did you live here ten years ago?"

Cheng Xirong lifted his foot and walked out.

Fu Zhou took his upper arm with one hand, threw him back, turned around, and directly trapped him in the corner of the elevator: "You are a student funded by Cheng Xirong? Do you think I still believe such words? Does Poverty Relief tell you all about its private life?"

The elevator door was free of obstacles and closed slowly.The back of Cheng Xirong's head hit the elevator wall, and his facial features wrinkled in pain.He raised his hand to block it, and bowed his waist to interrupt the other party's gushing emotions: "Wait! We'll talk about this question later, it's not right outside!"

Fu Zhou's attitude did not change at all: "Say it now!"

"His parents are not at home!"

Fu Zhou was stunned for half a second, then immediately went to press the button to open the door, and rushed out first.He looked at the three families outside, and then realized that it was useless to be anxious, so he went back and asked Cheng Xirong, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Xirong pointed to the household on the east side: "I came here once, and his parents' shoes were changed and left outside. There are also packed garbage here."

Now it's empty, nothing.

Fu Zhou knocked on the door, but no one answered.he