Perfect Two

Turn around and ask, "Are you sure it's this one?"

With a gloomy face, Cheng Xirong took out his mobile phone from his bag, dialed a number, and turned it off.He changed another number and still didn't get through.

Fu Zhou was surprised: "You called his parents? Do you remember the number?"

Cheng Xirong almost threw himself back, desperately pressing the down button of the elevator.Fu Zhou asked him where he was going, Cheng Xirong gritted his teeth, and his white and round jaw unexpectedly formed a hard arc.

"Go find Feng Yi."

Fu Zhou went to stop him, but he didn't expect that he had thin arms and legs, lack of stamina and explosive power, but he was agile enough.In the blink of an eye, Fu Zhou's eyes froze for a moment, and Cheng Xirong had slipped under his arm and entered the elevator.

The door was closing, Fu Zhou blocked it with his arm, and then quickly bounced open.The atmosphere in the elevator was dull and oppressive, and the speed of digital conversion was much slower than usual. The time was hard to bear, and every second was divided into many parts.

What should I say... When I came up, I had no idea, but at this moment, Fu Zhou forced out a sentence: "Feng Yi will not dare to do anything to the old man."

Cheng Xirong asked for the car keys.Fu Zhou first put his hands behind his back: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm going to find Feng Yi."

"I know you're looking for Feng Yi. Why are you looking for Feng Yi and wanting my car keys?"

The elevator went down from the seventh floor to the first floor. In a few seconds, Cheng Xirong's expression had calmed down, but his face became more and more ugly, and the gloomy look between his brows and eyes could not be hidden at all.He pulled his hair and said in a low voice: "I forgot... I don't have a driver's license. Then you go back first and do what you need to do."

Fu Zhou: "You don't want me to follow?"

Cheng Xirong growled: "You go...you find a hospital where you can shoot. It will be settled in two days. Call Su Minglin, and the shooting will start in three days. You help him modify the storyboard script."

Fu Zhou stared at him for a long time, nodded slowly: "Okay. I think you have difficulties."

Cheng Xirong watched the Buick drive away, then turned and walked towards the property.The house in Hualin Jiayuan is a bit old, but the property company has always been ahead of the city, so Cheng Xirong has to pay a lot of extra management fees for his parents every year.

Parents have always been distressed by the money, thinking that it is usually just someone cleaning the corridors and elevators for them, and the value is not reflected at all.When Cheng Xirong applied to check the access information, the money he had paid over the years was considered useful—not only did the staff not help him check, but instead registered his detailed information and kept it for the record.

Cheng Xirong put on a strange face, unable to prove the relationship between himself and his parents.Even if he could recite his parents' ID numbers, provide maintenance records for the sewer system, and mention the gray scarf hanging in the guest bedroom closet, it would be completely useless.

There was a stalemate until the manager in charge arrived, and it was already four or ten minutes later.Cheng Xirong asked the manager in charge to check the surveillance of the previous two days to prove that he had indeed entered the house and that he had contact with the head of the household.

The supervisor asked someone to pour him a glass of purified water, and said kindly: "That's right, we must not disclose the information of the head of the household, you should be considerate. We can't contact the head of the household for the time being. But we have contacted the relevant people. He is coming, please wait patiently for a while."

"Who did you find?"

The supervisor squinted his eyes and continued to smile: "I'll be there soon. Do you eat watermelon? Or peaches?"

"Is it the person you contacted?"

The supervisor laughed, but never gave a positive response, so he drank tea and went online with him.An hour later, Feng Yi opened the door and came in.

Sure enough it was him.

Calculate the time, nearly two hours, almost like this.

Feng Yi still had the same old style, he first greeted the supervisor when he entered the door, and after a few sentences he said he knew the person, and the other party was not malicious, so let him deal with it.With his proof, it is naturally more convincing than monitoring, and the property management personnel took out the seized ID card.

Feng Yicai turned around, handed over his ID card, and looked down at Cheng Xirong: "Let's go, find a place to sit." #####

32

Cheng Xirong had no doubts about the person he was about to face.In other words, what he was waiting for was Feng Yi.This is also a guess, and the result is not as expected, but it is as he expected.He still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the person who came was not Feng Yi.Unfortunately, Feng Yi really disappointed him.

He put the ID card in the bag.Feng Yi has been staring at his movements, with a smile on his mouth, very gentle... the image of a big brother.Cheng Xirong lived with him for ten years and saw this expression countless times, but never faced it directly.

Feng Yi would not treat himself like this.Except when he first met him, he kept a strange distance, with an awkward and stiff expression.Later, when Feng Yi looked at himself, he always felt a little bit of joy, and the smile between his eyebrows couldn't be hidden.

That is true.It was true until his last visit to the class.

Feng Yi is really ready to become a teacher.I taught him to act, but in the end I became the audience who was fooled.Can't say it's not sad.Cheng Xirong exhaled lightly and stood up.

I'm really not reconciled... If possible, I really want to give him back the experience of watching movies and let him experience it.

Cheng Xirong hung the bag on one shoulder, clutched the strap tightly with his right hand, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Feng Yi laughed, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Just find a place to sit. You don't have to be nervous."

Cheng Xirong took a breath, paused before saying: "I'm not familiar with you. I'm here to find someone, I'm not looking for you. I'm not going."

"You didn't have such an attitude before. Before you, you were like a little leopard. The kind with sharp teeth." No response was received, Feng Yi asked patiently: "Are you looking for Cheng Xirong's parents? If they're not here, it's useless for you to wait."

"how do you know?"

Feng Yi looked back at the property staff at the back of the hall, and didn't answer directly, but the implication of this action was obvious.If he hadn't thought of it in advance, Cheng Xirong would have thought it was someone from the property management who contacted him.

But the time is wrong.

Before and after the manager appeared, the attitude of the property management office was completely different. The manager did not doubt his identity at all.It can be seen that that time point was the time when they got in touch with Feng Yi.That is one hour.

With Hualin Jiayuan as the center, within an hour's drive radius, there are not many places where Feng Yi would stay.On the contrary, based on two hours, there are many possibilities for his range of activities.In other words, as soon as he stepped into Hualin Jiayuan, he knew he was coming.

There is his surveillance in Hualin Jiayuan.In this case, the disappearance of his parents is probably related to him.

Cheng Xirong stepped back a little, and stopped with his legs on the edge of the chair: "Where did they go?"

Feng Yi has already turned around and started walking, with a leading attitude: "Please drink coffee—can you drink coffee? I heard from my aunt that you are not in good health?"

After sitting down at the dessert shop across from the community, Feng Yi was still chatting with Cheng Xirong: "Auntie told me what happened that day. In fact, you can just tell me, and I will send it back, so you don't have to run so hard Let’s go—what books did Xirong take from you? I checked his bookcase, and it seems that nothing is missing.”

""Eternal kingdom"."

Feng Yi pursed his lips and thought for a while, his eyes were blank for a moment: "What kind of book is that? I've never seen him read it."

"A sci-fi."

Feng Yi lowered his head and laughed: "He was a fan of science fiction for a while. But unfortunately, I don't like those things at all."

Cheng Xirong didn't speak, but bit the grapefruit tea straw.

Feng Yi looked up at him: "His hobbies have changed too much. As a lover, he can't keep his hobbies consistent. It's very pitiful, right?"

Is that why you cheated?Just because of a few books?

Cheng Xirong used a lot of restraint to swallow the question back, and asked instead: "Do you know where Auntie and Uncle have gone?"

"Are you very concerned about this issue? You don't seem to want to hear anything about Cheng Xirong and me."

"You said it too, it's your business"

Feng Yi turned his eyes lightly, stayed on the straw for half a second, and then sighed: "Okay. I thought I found someone willing to listen to my memories of the past. To be honest, I am really depressed recently, and I really want to talk to someone. say."

Then go find your new lover, go find Zhou Sheng.Not only can he listen to you, he can also turn your every word into reality.He can satisfy you, everything.

Cheng Xirong repeated word by word: "Where did they go?"

The iced coffee in front of Feng Yi didn't move, he wiped off the mist on the quilt with his fingertips, and pushed it lightly.Bright lights flashed in Cheng Xirong's sight one after another, and the cheerful English song covered the sound of the shutter, but it was automatically echoed in Cheng Xirong's mind.

too familiar.Paparazzi, candid shots.

Feng Yi turned his head following Cheng Xirong's gaze, and a man in a black baseball cap had already pushed open the glass door in his sight.The wind chime on the door was ding dong ding dong, and the next second, the person had already gone out.Feng Yi immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call, waited for the other party to connect, and said to Cheng Xirong with a suppressed voice: "Don't worry."

Compared with Feng Yi's instantly tense aura, Cheng Xirong is really not worried.He just didn't understand, did that baseball cap follow Feng Yi all the way here?If Feng Yi is so easy to follow, why only one family succeeded?If the other party has been squatting at the parents' side, it's still the same problem, don't people from other families know how to squat?

At such a juncture, Feng Yi is still an important follow-up target. If you get his information, you can find a way to get involved with your "dead" self.That's another headline.At this time, if there are many sneak photographers, Cheng Xirong still thinks it is normal.But there is only one person, not even a partner.

Cheng Xirong stared into Feng Yi's eyes.However, nothing could be seen. After the phone call, Feng Yi said directly: "I was photographed, ask which company it is from."

It is etiquette to call the other party's name first, and then announce your family name when talking on the phone.Feng Yi has always insisted on this point.But when he was in a hurry, he would unconsciously ignore this step.

He was really panicked.

Didn't he arrange it?Or... are you acting now?

Cheng Xirong tapped on the table and reminded: "You chase it out now, there is still time."

Feng Yi paused, and patted his leg.Cheng Xirong just remembered that his leg injury was still not healed, and when he first arrived, he was still holding on to his cane.Cheng Xirong shrugged. With Pan Nanxing's body, he would get tired after walking for a while, so he didn't dare to act recklessly.

Feng Yi withdrew his attention, and continued to talk to the phone: "After asking clearly, find a way to stop the photo. The fee... will be deducted from my personal account."

He's coming for real?Did he really not want the photos to go out? #####

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The moment the flash was turned on, Cheng Xirong thought of the current situation and what might happen next.He has been in this industry for so long, and he has seen a lot of troubles, and he has developed a keen coping ability.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is very beneficial for Feng Yi to be photographed meeting him now.I don't know what he was thinking, but he wanted to buy the photos.

Cheng Xirong couldn't guarantee whether the anxiety on his face now was serious, or a more tortuous and deeper stage play.Do it for yourself.

Feng Yi hung up the phone, held the glass with both hands, and took a sip of coffee.It seemed that he wanted to calm himself down, but it was of no use, and his brows frowned even more.He grabbed his mobile phone and dialed again: "I'm in the store opposite the north gate. You drive out of the car and come pick me up."

He said to Cheng Xirong again: "This is not a place to talk."

Cheng Xirong only cared about one question: "You haven't said yet, where did you get his parents?"

Feng Yi paused for a moment with his coffee hand, and it took two seconds for him to bring the cup to his mouth.But he didn't drink, he kept this posture, cleared his throat: "You come with me, I'll tell you."

Cheng Xirong never imagined that his so-called "going" actually brought him back home - the villa in Ocean City.

When buying the villa, there were still two separate sets, and each of them registered one set under their own names.The later decoration costs were drawn from the dividends of the winery that the two invested together.This can be regarded as a property jointly invested by the two of them in the true sense, but it's a pity that they didn't live in it for long.

Feng Yi sat on the footstool and changed his shoes. When he stood up, he let out a muffled grunt, his right knee was slightly bent, and his right foot did not put any effort on the ground.Cheng Xirong followed his knees.Feng Yi smiled self-deprecatingly: "There are slippers in the cabinet, you change them yourself."

Cheng Xirong opened the shoe cabinet, and the empty space suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, making people feel in a daze.The pair of leather shoes I used to wear before leaving home, and my three pairs of slippers were all gone.Instead, there was a row of loafers of various colors, all of the same style, obviously for entertaining guests.

Cheng Xirong straightened up and looked back into the house.The charger that had been on the sofa for a long time, the hanging paintings I liked, the vases that were sold at the auction...all the things related to me were gone.As a result, the house was quite empty, and many places were missing decorations, which seemed out of place.

Feng Yi spent several months trying to keep himself, and within a few days, deleted himself from his life.

Cheng Xirong didn't change his shoes, he stepped on the floor and walked in, the friction between the sneakers and the marble made a sharp sound.Feng Yi looked back at him, with a little helplessness: "I don't want to make the conversion, anyway, auntie cleans it every day."

Cheng Xirong pointed at the dining table: "Where's the vase?"

Feng Yi sat down on the sofa: "You are really familiar with this place. How many times have you been here?"

Now he is getting better and better at changing the subject, or in other words, this is simply talking to himself.

Cheng Xirong: "You have no right to embezzle his property. It says in the will that it belongs to his parents. Everyone knows that your name is not mentioned in the will. You should think about it before embezzling your public image."

Feng Yichong nodded at the single sofa opposite: "Sit—do you know how much that vase is worth?"

Able to pay for a single apartment in the city center.

He lost all these valuable things.There are also parents who will receive property donations, also disappeared.Cheng Xirong wasn't worried about the broken bottle, and he didn't feel bad when it was smashed.He was worried about his parents, worried that Feng Yi would force them, and worried that they were too old to bear the successive blows and stimulations.

"You don't play around with me. I—"

Just halfway through the conversation, a short-haired aunt came out of the room, in her 50s, walking in a hurry.Cheng Xirong didn't expect that there were other people around, and he was never used to having strangers walking back and forth at home.

The aunt was smiling, and while looking at Cheng Xirong, she asked enthusiastically, "Is there a guest? Young man, what do you want to drink?"

Feng Yi waved his hand: "Give him a glass of watermelon juice. You are busy with your work, and I will have a word with him."

The aunt understood, took out two glasses of juice, and disappeared.

Cheng Xirong's breathing was heavy and chaotic, so he sat down on the nearby couch and pressed his chest to adjust his breathing.

Feng Yi pointed to the cup: "I used to do these things. Do you know how tormenting Cheng Xirong's habits are? He doesn't allow strangers at home, but he refuses to do these housework himself."

"So his death, for you, is liberation?"

Feng Yi looked up: "You think so?"

Cheng Xirong nodded his chest: "It's you who think so."

Feng Yi was dazed for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "You stab me so much, it looks a bit like him. Not all like him, the aura is wrong. He is not such a serious person, but when you look at it, his eyebrows, expressions, movements, It's all hidden."

Compared to Fu Zhou, he is the one who understands himself better. After all, ten years of getting along doesn't just appear out of thin air and disappear at any time.Fu Zhou can see the similarities, and he can see the subtle differences.These are all danger signs and will expose themselves.

Cheng Xirong asked with a sullen face, "I'm not here to listen to your reminiscences. Where's his parents? Where's the vase? What are you going to do?"

Feng Yi pushed the juice towards Cheng Xirong: "You drink it."

Cheng Xirong suppressed his anger: "Are you going to pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

Feng Yi had no choice but to follow along and said: "I bought the other house—you know this, right? These are actually two villas, one of which is under his name. The money has been transferred to his parents, and now they are Go through the transfer procedures.”

Where did he get the money?Cheng Xirong couldn't be more clear about his assets.In these years of investment and shareholding, money has been kept in it, and there is not much working capital that can be used.He was already a little nervous about affording one villa, and it was not a small difficulty for him to buy another one in such a short period of time.

The money from Zhou Sheng?

Won't.The essence of Zhou Sheng's businessman will not change. After spending such a huge amount of money, he will not let his name on the house book be other than his own.

Cheng Xirong looked at him suspiciously: "How much?"

Feng Yi reported a number, which surprised Cheng Xirong even more.The house they bought last year, based on the increase in housing prices in this city, would definitely double in less than a year.Feng Yi is not a fool, and his parents will not bluff his money.This kind of unreasonable transaction, unless it is proposed by Feng Yi himself.

he……

Halfway through Cheng Xirong's thoughts, his thoughts became stuck and he couldn't go on.He didn't accept this moment in his heart, and didn't want to agree with any speculation brought about by it.

"With an extra sum of money, everything in this house is mine. Those vases, oil paintings and plastic figurines are all mine."

Feng Yi broke the silence and pushed the juice forward again.Cheng Xirong raised the cup and drank it down. When he put it down, he was still upset and couldn't calm down: "Okay, you got it legally. You are free to smash it, burn it, and cut it. I finally asked You again, where are his parents?"

Feng Yi's smile also faded, and he looked over sadly: "You really don't want to talk to me about his affairs?"

"Nothing to talk about."

Cheng Xirong stood up, but felt dizzy for a while, and his vision began to blur.He saw Feng Yi's face enlarged little by little until it completely occupied all his sight.Then, only darkness remained in front of Cheng Xirong's eyes.

"I'd love to have someone to talk to. So, you stay." #####

34

Cheng Xirong recalled that he had always been lethargic for a while, and his physical examination did not reveal any abnormalities, but he was weak, sleepy, and lack of energy.For a person like him who doesn't need much sleep, during that time, the time spent sleeping was almost equal to the time he spent awake.Thinking about it now, Feng Yi probably added ingredients to his food, just like now.

Cheng Xirong looked at the ceiling, his head was still groggy, and his limbs were weak.The dose of medicine this time must have been many times higher, so that when Cheng Xirong tried to sit up, he failed.

The back of the head hit the pillow, even though it was soft enough, it still made people dizzy.But he was able to notice his insensitive body—naked.All the clothes were gone, and Feng Yi didn't even keep his underwear.

Cheng Xirong felt disgusted in his heart, and touched his body with his backhand, but there was something shaking in his sight.Cheng Xirong was stunned for three seconds before realizing that it was a rope, one end was wrapped around his wrist, and the other end was connected to the headpost of the bed.

The change was too great to accept for a while.She was chained to the bed in the guest room naked?What does Feng Yi want to do?Did he treat himself like a dog?

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Feng Yi walked in with a tray, his voice sounded joyful: "Are you awake!? Are you hungry? I asked my aunt to boil milk, get up and drink."

Cheng Xirong supported the bed with his elbows, trying to find something to cover his body, but there was not even a pillow on the bed.He lifted up a corner of the bed sheet and hung it between his waist and abdomen, blocking the most critical part.After doing this, he broke out in a cold sweat and was panting badly.

Feng Yi smacked his lips, shook his head and said, "It's true that you're not in good health. I thought you pretended to be ill to deceive the old man, so you wanted to come in and steal something."

Cheng Xirong didn't know what kind of medicine he gave himself and whether it would affect his heart.The only thing that is certain is that if you continue to toss and toss like this, you will not lose your life.Not to mention the heart, the impact of that unknown drug on the body is definitely not small.Now my hands and feet are weak, which is completely different from the usual exhaustion caused by heart disease, and it is another degree of passivity.

Sure enough, it was wrong to come to see him alone...

Feng Yi completely talked to himself, and didn't care about Cheng Xirong's expression, and put down the tray calmly: "I took off your clothes, so it's useless to block them now."

"What time is it?"

Feng Yi was a little surprised, and raised his eyebrows inadvertently: "This is what you care about most?"

Cheng Xirong lay back, pulled up the sheet even more, and covered his chest: "What time is it?"

"Seven thirty in the morning."

I slept for almost a day... In the current situation, many things can happen in one day.Parents, the photos taken yesterday, the trend of public opinion on the Internet, Yan Xingli and his office... There are too many things.

And... Fu Zhou's side.His intention to get rid of him was obvious, and he didn't hide it at all.He must be thinking too much.After such a long delay, he would think more.It's not that I'm afraid that he might have some misunderstanding, but the two of them are in a cooperative relationship, so it's always not good to have a rift.

Looking at the current situation, he will not be able to get away for a while, and Feng Yi will not give himself a chance to call.The point is, I don't even know what he's going to do!Although she didn't ask him directly, it was because she forced herself to remain calm and calm, and she couldn't be led away by him.In fact, how could it be possible to only care about time when suddenly thrown into this situation?

Feng Yi added: "I was about to wake you up for breakfast. Oh yes, you can't leave here now, so I brought you the meal."

Cheng Xirong slowly regained consciousness, twisted his body under the sheet, trying to feel the situation deep inside.Apart from fatigue, there are no other abnormalities.It's okay, okay, if it was given by Feng Yi...he would be disgusted to death.

Thinking of his body being entangled with other men, Cheng Xirong couldn't get close to him anymore.Not to mention those intimate things before.He will never have any physical relationship with him in his second life.This is his bottom line.

Cheng Xirong let go of half of his heart, and the rest was trembling in the air.Even though he has lived for more than 30 years, he has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and he has never encountered such a situation.what is this?Kidnap?Or captivity?I followed him in on my own initiative, so is that considered abduction?

Does Feng Yi also treat himself as a minor?

Since when did he have this habit?

Cheng Xirong looked at the milk glass in his hand: "How do I know if there is anything in it?"

Feng Yi took a sip by himself, and stretched out the cup: "It's unnecessary. I tried the one in your hand, and it took a while to open it with a knife."

Cheng Xirong twirled his fingers, caught the cup and paused for two seconds, then threw it out.Feng Yi wiped his face and licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue: "Fortunately, it's warm."

Cheng Xirong sneered: "Thank you for reminding me. I will change the water next time."

"I'll give you something hot? If you don't want to eat, go ahead."

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.Cheng Xirong rushed over, took advantage of his unpreparedness, snatched the tray from under his hand, and pulled it out suddenly.The bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground, and Cheng Xirong had already swung them out.

Feng Yi whispered, and retreated.The plastic tray brushed against the top of his head, bringing a gust of cool wind and chilling the back of his neck.

Cheng Xirong jumped down from the bed, followed by a couple of mends, but they all came to nothing.Once again, he covered it with a ruthless hand, but when he raised his hand, it got stuck in the air.Cheng Xirong looked back and saw that the rope was stretched in a straight line in the air, still trembling slightly.

Oh shit!Forget about it!

Feng Yi stumbled and took several steps back, and finally lost his balance and sat down on the ground.He exhaled: "This length is your range of motion, you can't get out."

oh?is that so?

Cheng Xirong took two steps back, stood beside the bed, and raised his eyebrows.In the next second, the tray flew out of his hand, with a strong force and a sharp castration.Feng Yi never thought of this trick at all, and he couldn't avoid it by sitting on the ground.

The tray hit his knee and rolled in a half circle after landing.Feng Yi screamed and fell down with his knees hugged, his whole body trembling.

Cheng Xirong poked his head and took a look, the tray was still intact.whispering sound!Sure enough, this body still needs to be practiced, the strength is too bad.

Cheng Xirong turned around, lifted the bed sheet, folded it in half, and wrapped it around his body.There is a long section left at the back, like a fish tail growing out, which is very obstructive.He glanced around several times, but he didn't see any tools in his hand, so he could only bend down and bite with his teeth.

After he managed to bite out a gap in the bed sheet that could be used for tearing, shadows enveloped him.He had exerted too much force just now, and at this moment his whole body was sweating profusely, so he could only lie down on the ground and roll to the side.

Feng Yi dragged a broken leg, pressed the bed sheet behind Cheng Xirong, and touched Cheng Xirong's neck with his other hand. #####

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Feng Yi's head was in pain, his eyes were red and bloodshot.He used all his strength, biting his chin, and the vicious vulture seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his whole body was bent down by some evil spirit.

There is less and less oxygen.There are large patches of light and shadows in the mind.asphyxia.pain.

Cheng Xirong grabbed two handfuls on the bed, touched a corner of the sheet, and pulled it up with all his might.However, Feng Yi pressed his arm down. He exerted so much force that Cheng Xirong felt that his bones were about to break.

This is a good time.Cheng Xirong raised his other free hand, pointing his fingertips at Feng Yi's eyes, but he missed his aim due to lack of oxygen and poked Feng Yi's nose.

Feng Yi was in pain, so he raised his hand and slapped Cheng Xirong.

It's good.At least he let go of his neck.Cheng Xirong was lying on his side, panting violently, coughing violently, and his chest was shaking.Feng Yi turned him over and pressed his shoulder, his voice became rough: "I don't want to do anything to you. Don't force me."

joke!In no mood?Could it be that I undressed myself?I put the handcuffs on myself?

Cheng Xirong raised his head abruptly, bit his shoulder hard, and was thrown away until the root of his teeth became sore.Feng Yi yelled, clutching his shoulders and backing away, but fell to the ground directly because of his injured leg.Cheng Xirong got up with both hands and feet, picked up the ceramic bowl on the ground, and without stopping for a second, directly smashed it on Feng Yi's head.

I saw blood.Feng Yi rolled his eyes and passed out.

Cheng Xirong supported his knee, took a wobbly step forward, and fell down too.I have no strength left.His hands and feet were shaking, and he couldn't even hold his fist.

This time it was even worse.This is Feng Yi's territory, and outside is the nanny he invited.No matter whether Feng Yi wakes up first or the nanny comes in first, it will be over for him.

Cheng Xirong tried to get up, but failed, he couldn't move his limbs at all.The frightening thing was that he felt a faint pain in his chest, no matter how deeply he took a deep breath, it didn't work.But in fact, his breathing was chaotic, light and rapid, and irregular.

The medicine... I don't know where it was thrown by Feng Yi.But you have to take medicine.

In a trance, there was a huge sound of glass shattering, and at the same time, there was a sharp and piercing siren.After Cheng Xirong opened his eyes, he realized that he had closed his eyes for some unknown reason, and was in a half-awake state.

Then came a woman's scream.There is only one female nanny in this house, is she calling?what is she callingIt seems a bit noisy outside, bang bang bang, getting closer.

Cheng Xirong felt that his eyelids were tired, and his vision was gradually shrinking. When he was about to enter complete darkness, a loud noise pulled him back.Cheng Xirong tried to open his eyes, and saw a pair of feet running towards him.In the next second, he was picked up by someone, and his eyes turned upside down, from the floor to the wall, then to the lights on the roof, and finally fell in front of him.

Very close, very close, is...

"Fu... Zhou!?"

Fu Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Great! Not dead yet!"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou took Cheng Xirong's arm with his backhand, turned his back, and pulled Cheng Xirong up his back.Cheng Xirong said in a low voice, "Wait..."

"Can't wait! If you wait any longer, you'll have to deliver me prison meals! —Hold my neck, can you move?"

Fu Zhou picked up Cheng Xirong and ran out eagerly.But after taking a big step, he was caught.He hurriedly grabbed Cheng Xirong with his backhand, so that Cheng Xirong would not be thrown down by inertia.

Cheng Xirong's wrist was so painful that he said intermittently: "I, I told you to wait. You don't listen."

When Fu Zhou saw the rope, he was shocked: "WOC!? Is this imprisoning Play!?"

While talking, he still wanted to free one hand to touch the rope.

Cheng Xirong couldn't help laughing, panting, "Go ahead—give me the medicine first...I'm dying..."

Fu Zhou put Cheng Xirong on the ground: "Can you sit still? Bear with me, I don't have your medicine with me."

Cheng Xirong lay on the ground, having difficulty breathing, and already felt pain in his left shoulder, and his entire left arm was numb and dull.He really wanted to shake Fu Zhou's head and ask if he was out of his mind.Heart disease is tolerable?

Before he finished complaining, there was a violent pull on his wrist, and there was also a lot of movement at the same time.Cheng Xirong looked up and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fu Zhou kicked the wooden bedpost to which the rope was tied, and now he was jumping on the spot with his teeth grinning.He pulled the rope out from the wood residue, rolled it all the way, and finally stuffed it into Cheng Xirong's arms: "Take your props. Come up, where is your bag?"

Cheng Xirong's left arm hung down, his whole body stuck to Fu Zhou's body, and he began to cough: "Give me the medicine first. In the car, your car."

Fu Zhou walked out the door of the room, but instead of going in the direction of the stairs, he turned in the opposite direction.

Cheng Xirong loosened his hand, the rope fell to the ground and dragged out a long one.

"What are you doing?!"

Fu Zhou's voice was cold: "Look for your bag! Where is it!? Do you know?"

"No more. Medicine, cardiotonic, give me..."

Fu Zhou suddenly growled, "Is Yu in there!? Isn't it?"

Cheng Xirong's heart trembled violently, his throat was choked, and he couldn't make any sound.In his last consciousness, he retracted his arm and pushed Fu Zhou on the back shoulder.Weightless, out of control.He knew nothing before hitting the floor.

No one can be trusted.

Seeing through the warmth and coldness of human feelings, we should have accepted this fact long ago.The interests of the entertainment industry are intricate and especially profound.There will be people who treat you well without reservation, but they are a minority after all, and it is lucky to have one or two close friends.The rest of the people are looking at the points in you that can be used.

Cheng Xirong does not reject this way of getting along.There are conditions in him that can be used. These are his strengths and advantages, and it is his capital to run rampant in the entertainment industry.Those people around me just want fame and resources.There is no hindrance to myself if I distribute it to them.

No one can shake their position.Even Feng Yi, who took him with him for so many years, couldn't do it.

Later, he became Pan Nanxing, holding resources related to "Cheng Xirong" in his hands, and became the hottest topic figure at the moment.He thought that he could face all kinds of exploitation calmly as before.

But he was wrong.

When you taste the bitterness of betrayal, you can't maintain such a peaceful mind.There was a cloud of hatred hidden in his heart, wrapped in layers of thick fog, and blocked to a corner that he couldn't see.But that mass of black despair really exists, and it will be drawn out at any time, and then explode in an all-round way.

Can't take it anymore.

Cheng Xirong's consciousness is not clear, but the thoughts in his mind are clearly coiled: Is it wrong to find Fu Zhou? #####

36

Fu Zhou...Cheng Xirong seemed to remember that there was a silent young man on the set, tall and strong, always keeping the brim of his hat down so that people couldn't see his face clearly.As if before a demolition scene, he bent over to check the blaster.

Cheng Xirong held the steering wheel, watched him through the transparent glass, clapped his hands, and said to the people around him, "It's all right."

He couldn't hear the sound, but Cheng Xirong knew what he was talking about.Cheng Xirong moved his eyes along with his figure, and looked at the person opposite him, but he couldn't see the person's face clearly.The man walked towards this side, and Cheng Xirong saw the sheep's head logo on the chest of his T-shirt.

The man bent down, and his face finally appeared in Cheng Xirong's line of sight - Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled and said silently: "The car is fine!"

Flames burst out of his mouth suddenly, swallowing the entire car in the blink of an eye.Cheng Xirong knew that the car would explode soon, and the flames would spread on his skin, which would be very painful.But after experiencing it several times, you will always get used to it and become numb.

It's just...Feng Yi turned around, took off the young man's hat, and stroked his long hair.Those two people held hands together and walked away from the flames side by side.

Cheng Xirong slowly opened his eyes while being roasted.He knew he was dreaming, had a... strange dream.It's not enough to wake up, but it's even more depressing, and the chest hurts.

There was a person sitting next to him, and when he dozed off, he fell to the side of the bed and woke up immediately.Cheng Xirong didn't want to look at the blurred face in the dream, so he closed his eyes again.The voice rang in his ears, but he immediately opened his eyes and looked over differently.

"Su Minglin!?"

Su Minglin rubbed his eyes and waved his short, fat fingers: "Call me senior!"

"Why...how is it you?"

Su Minglin yawned: "Yi Ming goes back to take a shower and change clothes, come and change my shift later."

"Wait..." Cheng Xirong's mind was muddled, and he couldn't move his thoughts, "Why are you two?"

"Otherwise who is it?"

Wasn't Fu Zhou the last one I saw?In the past few days, I have been with him all the time, and I have almost never been separated... It's not true, and there is no rule that says he must be here.It seems that habit is really a bad thing, it will make people inertial.

Cheng Xirong let out an "oh" and said nothing.

Su Minglin poured out a glass of water, rang the bell to call the doctor, and when he waited for the doctor, he began to babble: "You are really dangerous this time! You almost couldn't be saved. The doctor said that your current condition is very bad, and I suggest you do it again." Operation."

Just in time, the doctor pushed open the door of the emergency room and came in. He took the nurse to give Cheng Xirong a routine examination, and repeated Su Minglin's words: "I don't know what caused your last operation to fail. Generally speaking, two There are almost no cases of failure in the operation of cusp valve expansion. I have explained the risks clearly, and you should think about whether to do it or not.”

Cheng Xirong directly refused: "I won't do it."

The doctor didn't expect him to be so straightforward: "You'd better discuss it with your family. You are only 19 years old and you are recovering quickly after surgery."

"There is no money. I will do it when I have money."

The doctor was speechless: "...then use drugs to control it temporarily, but this does not guarantee that you will have such good luck in the next attack. You must avoid fatigue and strenuous exercise in normal times, and pay attention to respiratory diseases, which will aggravate the condition if available