Perfect Two

If so, you should talk to your parents. "

The doctor picked up a few key points and told Cheng Xirong to rest.Su Minglin yawned again, took out his mobile phone to watch the video, he didn't know what movie it was, the background music was low and slow.The voice reached Cheng Xirong's ears intermittently, it was distant and near, very ethereal, making his thoughts erratic.

Is it because the previous life passed too smoothly and too recklessly?This life was reborn, but it took only a few days, but it was always spent in depression.

How much dissatisfaction have you had so far?How many disappointments?

Cheng Xirong suddenly broke the silence between the two of them: "Who pays for the emergency medical expenses?"

Su Minglin was immersed in the video, and raised his head when he heard the sound, with a blank expression on his face: "Ah? What?"

Cheng Xirong pointed to the infusion bottle: "Whose money?"

"Senior. He swiped the credit card."

"What about others?"

Su Minglin scratched his hair: "I don't know. He said there was something wrong and let Yiming and I stay here, and he left. Don't think about so many things, what the doctor said just now, go ahead ? Take a good rest for a few days, we are still waiting for you to start filming!"

Having slept for too long these days, Cheng Xirong didn't feel sleepy at all, so he chatted with Su Minglin: "Did you write the storyboard?"

"It's all finished, and the senior stayed with me for two whole nights and finally got it done. I thought I could finally sleep for a while," Su Minglin simply turned off the video, and said with his head up, "In the end, he dragged me out of bed. Looking for you. Speaking of which, why did you run into that villa area? And... naked, looking weird."

Cheng Xirong keenly grasped the key point: "Two overnight? What's the date today?"

Su Minglin looked at his phone: "Number two, what's wrong?"

The dose of medicine was really big enough, and I thought I had slept all day.Unexpectedly, it was two days.

For two days, Feng Yi stripped himself and tied him to the bed, but he didn't do anything?impossible!There is a purpose behind any behavior. He doesn't want to wash his clothes, does he?

Su Minglin called out, "Xiao Pan? Is there a problem?"

Cheng Xirong came back to his senses and said perfunctorily, "some...personal matters."

Su Minglin moved closer with a gossip face: "Is that Feng Yi's house? Last year, there seemed to be news reports that Feng Yi spent a lot of money to buy a luxury house."

I can guess it! ?Cheng Xirong fixed Su Minglin's eyes even deeper.

Su Minglin covered his mouth and yelled: "I guessed it right!? It's really true! The pictures uploaded on the Internet are also true?"

Seeing Cheng Xirong's bewildered face, Su Minglin turned on his phone again, and showed him the photos.Looking at the scene, it is a few photos of Feng Yi and Cheng Xirong being secretly photographed in the dessert shop.The angle cut is not very good, half of Cheng Xirong's face is blocked by green plants.But it was posted together with screenshots of the video in the memorial hall. Judging from the comparison of clothing, backpack and body shape, it can be confirmed that it is the same person.

Can't solve it in the end?Or did Feng Yi not want to solve it at all?

Su Minglin asked curiously: "Are you familiar with Feng Yi? Look at me asking! You are so close to Cheng Xirong, so you must be very familiar with Feng Yi."

Cheng Xirong shook the phone: "Is this also trending?"

Su Minglin: "That's not true! It's still listed on the hot topic now! The senior ran to find you after seeing this. It turns out... To be honest, I won't talk too much. Do you have that kind of relationship with Feng Yi?" ?”#####

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Cheng Xirong turned his head to look at the past, lowered his eyebrows, and his repulsive attitude was beyond words.Su Minglin twitched his chin: "Uh... I'll just talk about it. Hehehehe... If it's really that kind of relationship, there's no need for the senior to smash the glass and go in to find you."

In my impression, when I was in Ocean City, I heard a sound of glass shattering.Cheng Xirong thought about the layout of the house. There was a glass wall in front of the garden, and inside was a lounge with a tea table and wicker chairs.

The glass is so thick that it cannot be smashed without a special tool.I don't know how Fu Zhou kicked him, but he still kicked with his legs.

Cheng Xirong thought of the price of that piece of glass for a moment, and after another thought, Feng Yi didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.He has to worry about his own image and not allow this stain to be exposed to the public.So if he can escape, there will be no worries. Whether it is the blow he gave him or the smashed things, he will pay for it himself.

Cheng Xirong asked Su Minglin: "Is there any other news? It's related to Feng Yi."

"Yes! Just now, someone followed his car and went to a private hospital."

Cheng Xirong raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"The manager got through on the phone. He said it was a leg injury, and he got cold at night. It's nothing special. Everyone still wants to ask if the meeting with you is related to Cheng Xirong. The manager didn't answer directly."

Cheng Xirong was silent.Sure enough, they didn't dare to say it, but it hurt on the outside, unless he didn't come out for a while.But on the forehead, it is hard to say whether it will leave a scar.

Su Minglin secretly glanced at Cheng Xirong, just as Cheng Xirong noticed.

"how?"

Su Minglin laughed honestly: "Actually, I'm not a talkative person, but I ran into this incident. It's so strange. I must be a little curious. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask .”

But that didn't stop him from guessing wildly.

Cheng Xirong let out a breath, and said helplessly: "It has something to do with Cheng Xirong. I am familiar with Cheng Xirong. This is the second time I met Feng Yi, and the first time was at the memorial service. As for the matter of clothes , I was in a coma for two days, and I don’t know. That’s it.”

Su Minglin suddenly realized, nodded, and then went to watch the video by himself.He did have a sense of proportion, knowing that Cheng Xirong had talked to this level, and he could not inquire about the deeper things.

Cheng Xirong asked him for his bag, Su Minglin looked blank: "What bag?"

"Just the black backpack in the photo."

"I didn't see you! The senior took you out, and you were wrapped in a sheet, and that thing in your hand. Nothing else."

Bag left in Ocean City?Didn't Fu Zhou grit his teeth until he found Bao before he would leave?did not find?

Cheng Xirong asked Su Minglin for a mobile phone, but the latter had no choice but to yawn with a straight face, and finally couldn't take it anymore and went out to smoke.Cheng Xirong can be quiet for a while, and watch hot spots on the Internet with one hand.

The incident of his accidental death was still fermenting, and with the popularity of "Nanlu", that photo had already been reposted everywhere.Some media people began to analyze, starting from Feng Yi's relationship history, all the way to the possible relevant clues in the "Nanlu" Weibo, and forcibly put arrows on the conversation between the three people.

Things that have nothing to do with each other can actually write thousands of words eloquently.For example, Pan Nanxing posted a photo of the sky before. At that time, Cheng Xirong updated Weibo with a photo of an outing with Feng Yi.So they came to the conclusion that there were actually three people on the outing together, but both Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi chose to protect the little boy from being exposed to the public eye.

Cheng Xirong was amused, and guessed the price of the media person's article.The suspicion in my heart was a little bit more biased.Pan Nanxing would believe that it was not deliberately arranged, but he wouldn't.This method is too familiar, and it is exactly the same as the way he used to do it in Morning Star.

The comment area is more lively, and the loudest ones are CP fans.Because the videos that broke out two days ago clearly pointed to the point of "Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi's relationship crisis before his death", so those CP fans didn't have a better chance to refute.After all, that was the latest status between Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi, and they couldn't find any newer sugar to refute that video.

Cheng Xirong is gone, and their CP ended in such a bleak way.It's been so many beautiful years, but there is no perfect ending.This is more unacceptable than not being able to continue the relationship.

Until this photo appeared, CP fans glanced at each other, ignored the rigid confrontation between Feng Yi and the little boy in the video, and shouted firmly: "Look! It was all rumors before! The relationship between the three of them has always been very good ! The relationship between Feng Yi and Cheng Xirong has always been very good!"

Lack of logic, just brains.

Cheng Xirong continued to click on the official blog of Jingma Entertainment, found the picture and forwarded it, and read the hot comments below.This side is better, the strength is more average.Cheng Xirong justly asks "friends from the media" and "certain fans" not to disturb Cheng Xirong's soul.The fans spontaneously formed a formation, and at a glance, they all had the same comments.Feng Yiwei doesn't have many fans, and a small group of people emphasized that "Feng Yi doesn't need to be bound, thank you".

Of course there are fights, and there are also those who scold the paparazzi for disrespecting the deceased, and some criticize the comments.The fans of the three parties, Cheng Xirong and Wei Fan, are more restrained, probably to be consistent with their collective avatar - black mourning.

Cheng Xirong refreshed the comments and saw a normal one among the black heads, so he took a second look.

"That Nanlu is pretty cute! [Picture Comment]"

The attached photo is a photo of Pan Nanxing's ID, which was placed in the textbook and re-taken with a mobile phone.There are very few selfies on Pan Nanxing's Weibo, and most of them cover a certain part of his facial features, only revealing a little bit.This passport photo is the only one showing his full face.

Honestly, it's really pretty.There are very few people who can still be beautiful in ID photos, and even fewer are as easy to see as him.This is the state of bare makeup. Make-up before going on camera will definitely make people's eyes shine.

Many people agreed with Cheng Xirong, and the style of painting in the comments gradually changed, and some people began to focus on Pan Nanxing.

"Who is this little boy!? Can someone explain in detail??? Why did he suddenly appear?"

"It's really cute! The big eyes are super cute!"

"Guide Weibo→@南卫"

"Is this child an adult? Is he dissatisfied that he can accept the inheritance? Does anyone know the law?"

"It's from the post next door. It's very warm for the three of us to travel together!"

"Could it be Cheng Xirong's son?"

Cheng Xirong choked on the saliva and coughed for a long time while clutching his chest.After finally recovering his breath, he looked at the screen again, but was still shocked by this brain hole. #####

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Fu Zhou came back half an hour later, without waiting for Su Minglin to speak to him, he handed the backpack he was carrying to Cheng Xirong, panting and said, "Look."

Cheng Xirong was still immersed in the "son" rumor, and didn't know how to deal with this idea.He looked down and saw that it was the one he had been memorizing for the past few days: "Did you find it?"

"Ah."

Cheng Xirong had a bad feeling: "No, where did you get it?"

Fu Zhou raised his head and poured half a bottle of mineral water, and he calmed down a bit: "In Feng Yi's bedroom. I'm going back."

Cheng Xirong was completely shocked: "You...you!"

Fu Zhou wiped the sweat from his brow: "I searched for a long time before I found it. Feng Yi is not here, he went to the hospital. The security didn't stop me, I ran fast."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Su Minglin poked his head out from the side, and reminded softly: "Brother... Are you burglarizing?"

"I've even robbed people, so I'm still afraid of being robbed?"

Su Minglin: "...It makes sense."

Cheng Xirong still couldn't slow down.Once the house was violently invaded, the alarm system in the community must have been activated.Going back at this time is not the same as smashing the glass for the first time.Someone must have been on guard the second time. The security team in the community is different from the general janitor.When Cheng Xirong lived there, he saw patrols, and they were all young and strong young men.

Fu Zhou sat down on the hospital bed: "Stop talking nonsense. Look, is there enough stuff?"

Cheng Xirong came back to his senses and unbuttoned the bag with one hand: "Didn't you read it?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

Su Minglin bent down and unbuttoned Cheng Xirong, and pushed the bag to open wider.Fu Zhou licked his lower lip, pushed Su Minglin away, pinched the bottom of the bag himself, and poured out all the contents.

The wallet is there, the medicine box is there, and some daily necessities are not missing.The phone is gone.Fu Zhou stared closely at Cheng Xirong, he didn't care about that.

Cheng Xirong reached out to touch the inside of the bag, and stayed in the bag for a few seconds.Fu Zhou swallowed nervously, his long and narrow eyes widened a bit, full of inquiry and anticipation.

Cheng Xirong withdrew his hand and shook his head slowly: "It's gone."

Fu Zhou directly dropped the mineral water in his hand.

Su Minglin was startled: "What? What's missing? Brother, don't worry, what's missing? I'll help you find it."

Fu Zhou turned around and went out.

Cheng Xirong called Fu Zhou: "It's useless to look for him!" He was exhausted now, and his voice was weak and low.He waited for Fu Zhou to turn around before continuing, "Don't get involved in this matter. I will take back my things."

Fu Zhou is usually indifferent, but when he is really impatient, he is more turbulent than anyone else.He didn't even hide his eyes or expression, and directly expressed his impatience: "What can you do? You go again and let him torture you again!?"

Cheng Xirong left the slanted bed behind him, supported his body, and looked straight over: "What's happening to you? I hope this happens? I'm happy to see him snatching my things?"

Fu Zhou paused every word: "The thing was thrown in your hands!"

Cheng Xirong was too angry to speak.Su Minglin quickly came to help him, and pressed his shoulders to let him lie back: "Don't move! Senior brother! Don't say a few words!"

Before he finished speaking, the machine attached to Cheng Xirong's body began to scream sharply.Fu Zhou's pupils closed, his eyes narrowed, and he stood there at a loss what to do.

Cheng Xirong turned his head to look at the yellowed wall, trying to adjust his breathing.The doctor ran in, gave Cheng Xirong a tube of injection, waited beside him for a long time, and taught the two people present a lesson.Su Minglin paid for it for a long time, and promised again and again that he would appease Cheng Xirong's emotions.

The doctor took off the mask: "It is recommended that you be transferred to the hospital. In this situation, he needs to be observed for a few days."

Cheng Xirong suppressed his voice: "Don't stop."

The doctor was helpless: "You young man, you won't have surgery or be hospitalized, you—"

"No money."

Doctor: "...Then go back and rest."

Fu Zhou blocked the doctor's way: "I have money."

Cheng Xirong turned his head immediately, resolutely and coldly: "You don't need money."

The doctor looked at both sides and shook his head helplessly: "You can discuss it—speak slowly, don't make him worry."

Su Minglin also looked at both sides, and pushed Fu Zhou out: "It's already noon, senior brother, go and buy something to eat."

Cheng Xirong's voice came from behind, becoming more and more indifferent: "That's a problem between me and Feng Yi, what's the matter with you? Do you think I have to kneel down and kowtow to you if I break a glass? I live in your house. I have to give my life to you?"

Fu Zhou wanted to argue with Cheng Xirong.Su Minglin immediately clenched his shoulders: "Bring me two bottles of cold beer! Thank you, brother!"

Fu Zhou was kicked out and stood in the middle of the hospital corridor, clenched his fists and said nothing.Someone helped the patient walk slowly past him and looked at him strangely.

There is a fire burning in my heart, and I can't suppress it.

How could he not care... how could he act as if nothing had happened... that was Cheng Xirong's stuff!It is the ideal that Cheng Xirong left behind, and it is his most cherished thing!

It is the only possibility for me to get one step closer to him!

What you can almost touch is right at your fingertips!But it disappeared out of thin air!How can you calm down! ?How can you be willing! ?

In the emergency room, Su Minglin turned to look in the direction of the door for the umpteenth time.Fu Zhou has been away for more than an hour, and the rice still hasn't been bought.Now Cheng Xirong's injections are all finished, and the doctor said that he can leave after observing and observing.

Su Minglin was a little worried.This senior brother had a quarrel with Xiao Pan, did he leave and not plan to come back?What if he really doesn't come back... Xiao Pan lived in his house a few days ago, so should he take Xiao Pan back to the dormitory now?

It's so hot in the dormitory, there is no air conditioning.How to rest?

Su Minglin looked at Cheng Xirong several times, and finally got tired of Cheng Xirong.Facing Cheng Xirong's eyes, Su Minglin unconsciously felt a little timid, and asked with a smirk, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head and asked, "What do you think I am doing?"

"Are you hungry?"

Cheng Xirong sat up, with the hemostatic tape on his fingers: "Go and eat."

"Not waiting for senior brother?" Su Ming didn't ask, but changed his words abruptly: "I'm not hungry."

"Your stomach has been growling for a long time." Cheng Xirong glanced at the mysterious protrusion on his abdomen.

Su Minglin touched his nose in embarrassment, but still had a simple and honest look: "I'm a little hungry. But I can bear it."

The two sat silently facing each other for 10 minutes.The doctor came in again and looked at the data on the instrument: "What's the matter with you? You've gotten better after a while? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Cheng Xirong said frankly: "I have no strength. I am irritable. I don't want to talk."

Doctor in the emergency room: "This is normal. When you get back from the death line, you are full of energy immediately? But I really rarely see such a quick recovery. It only takes a few hours! Normal people need to stay in the hospital for a few days. Your physique is too strange..."

Could it be related to rebirth?Cheng Xirong pondered for a while, and it was only after he took possession of this body that he started to get sick frequently.He always felt that it was because the soul and body did not match, and the frequencies were not in the same band.The speed of improvement is unusual, does it mean that the frequency is right?

It's all guesswork.Cheng Xirong shook his head, expressing that he did not know.

Fu Zhou pushed the door open and came in, carrying a few plastic bags in his hand. #####

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She thought that after Fu Zhou left, he would never come back.So Cheng Xirong was a little surprised to see him reappear in the hospital.

Just happened to meet the doctor, Fu Zhou asked about the situation.The doctor explained her incomprehension, expressed emotion, and still emphasized that she should rest well to avoid getting sick: "I can leave after two more hours of observation. Are you sure you are not hospitalized?"

Fu Zhou looked at Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong kept a straight face and said nothing.Fu Zhou replied in a muffled voice, "Don't stop."

The doctor was quite helpless: "Then I will transfer you to the outpatient clinic, and I will come to get water every day."

Fu Zhou asked Su Minglin to go through the formalities and gave him his card.Su Minglin didn't shirk, and took it as it should.In front of Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou, Su Minglin knew that he was just running errands and doing coolies because Fu Zhou was his senior brother.

As for their relationship... who knows!Anyway, the two of them have a good relationship!If I help Xiao Pan myself, I am helping my brother.Not bad.

In a corner of the emergency room, only Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou were left.After a moment of silence, Fu Zhou moved a little to the side, then a little more, and asked, "What do you eat?"

Cheng Xirong coughed.

Fu Zhou: "...What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong panted heavily: "Talking to you will cause me physical discomfort."

Fu Zhou: "..."

When Su Minglin came in, he shivered and backed out.He stared at the door for a long time before returning the card to Fu Zhou with a shrunken neck: "This is the list."

Fu Zhou's face was gloomy, and he was originally indifferent and indifferent, but this time he was even more deceitful.Even his shadow became terrifying and frightening.He casually put the card into his pocket, and after being bored for a while, he suddenly took a deep breath and vented to Cheng Xirong: "Aren't you not using my money? Why don't you stop me?"

"Then don't ask me about Cheng Xirong!"

"Does it matter?! Obviously you said you didn't need my money and didn't talk to me! You are such a big person, are you naive!?"

Cheng Xirong finally looked back at him: "Am I naive? Okay, from now on, if you want to hear about Cheng Xirong, buy it with money."

Fu Zhou patted the credit card bill on Cheng Xirong's bed sheet: "Money, let's talk!"

Cheng Xirong looked at the numbers above, and sneered: "In your heart, the actor is worth this price!?"

One sentence hit Fu Zhou's fatal point, blocking all possibility of rebuttal.Fu Zhou picked up the bill, and his hand was too strong, and his palm directly slapped Cheng Xirong's lower abdomen.He didn't notice, the voice was low and muffled in his throat, like the precursor of the roar of a wild beast: "Don't misinterpret my meaning!"

Cheng Xirong resisted the urge to twist his body and adjust his posture, facing his innocent and harmless white face, his eyes were calm and calm: "I don't understand anything. Do you want to explain it for me?"

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Su Minglin hurriedly jumped out: "I don't understand it, but it's really not interesting. Eat first, eat first. Xiao Pan, the brother also brought some white porridge, would you like some?"

"Don't eat."

"He doesn't need to eat."

The two are in sync...Su Minglin's hair was black, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.Why do you think the atmosphere is a bit subtle, it doesn't look like a quarrel.It's more like... arguing?Only elementary school students do this kind of thing, right?He said that he was naive, and he had never seen his brother look so stingy!

The two really bumped into each other, and neither of them gave in.

Su Minglin looked at the two of them back and forth, and said helplessly, "Come on. I'm hungry, I want to eat first." He picked a rice bowl, hid somewhere and ate it, and never came back.Half an hour later, he sent Fu Zhou a Wechat voice message, saying that he would go back to school to talk to the actors first, and then contact him if there was anything to do.

Fu Zhou leaned on the back of the chair, a pair of bed legs spread out and overlapped.He and Cheng Xirong stood up, neither of them ate, to see who could stand it first.After all, Cheng Xirong is a patient, how long can he last?He is probably pretending not to care about it now, and if he waits a little longer, he will definitely not be able to bear it and admit defeat.

It's a pity that Fu Zhou miscalculated.Cheng Xirong is definitely not someone who would starve himself out of anger.He has no appetite and can't eat.The body needs very little food supplementation, often not eating much throughout the day.

In the end, Fu Zhou was so hungry that his stomach felt a little uncomfortable, but Cheng Xirong lay down on the bed and took a nap with a calm expression.Fu Zhou endured so much that the veins on his forehead popped up, he gritted his teeth and asked, "You still don't eat!?"

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes, his gaze was distracted for a moment, and it took a few seconds before he focused his gaze: "I'm not hungry."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Cheng Xirong looked him up and down, raised his chin teasingly, "Eat when you're hungry. Anyway, you paid for it."

Fu Zhou was in a hurry: "No. What's wrong with you right now?! What do you mean by talking about money with me all the time?"

Cheng Xirong closed his eyes again and ignored him.

Fu Zhou was not reconciled, and continued to ask, "Did I lose you?"

Cheng Xirong felt a tingling pain in his left shoulder, which disappeared soon after just a moment.So much so that he himself wasn't sure if it just happened or if he was hallucinating.

Silence continued between the two.Until the doctor looked at the various data: "There are no symptoms at all? Boy, have you ever had this experience before?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head.

Doctor: "But it's a good thing. It's fine if you don't have symptoms of chest tightness or cough. Well, sir, are you his brother? Go back and let your brother rest in bed, definitely! As family members, you should take more care of heart disease and other diseases. It's not the same. There are also medicines that must be taken with you, and you should take care of yourself as a brother."

Cheng Xirong waited for him to say the words of the falling board, and was ready to pick up the steps by himself.But Fu Zhou nodded cooperatively: "Understood."

There was no choking sound?The temper just now disappeared?

Cheng Xirong looked at him suspiciously, lifted the thin sheet and got off the bed.Fu Zhou came over suddenly, squatted in front of him, and picked up his sneakers with one hand.Cheng Xirong was startled, bent his knees and raised his feet, and asked nervously, "What are you doing!?"

The doctor nodded from behind: "Your brother treats you very well."

"Whatever..."

While raising his head to speak, Cheng Xirong's ankle was grabbed by Fu Zhou, and he looked down in a panic.Fu Zhou's action was even a bit rude, he shoved Cheng Xirong's foot into the shoe without skill.

This feeling is so strange!

Cheng Xirong hurriedly bent down and stretched out his hand: "I wear it myself—"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes darkened, and he fell forward.Fu Zhou held his arm and said coldly, not in a good temper: "It's okay. Don't make trouble."

The momentum is still fierce.Is he scolding me?He really took me as his younger brother to teach him a lesson! ?

Cheng Xirong was upset, but the black spots in front of him hadn't disappeared yet, and he was lying on the bed weakly.Fu Zhou tied his shoelaces for him and took his arm: "Okay. Let's go home."

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In the end, Cheng Xirong was brought back by Fu Zhou.When I came out of the hospital, I borrowed a wheelchair, but when I went downstairs to the community, there was nothing I could do.He insisted on walking a few steps by himself. Fu Zhou really couldn't see him sweating on his forehead and slow like a turtle. He picked him up without even discussing it.

Cheng Xirong made another note in his heart, and he will pay it back in the future.

The fight ended without cause, because Cheng Xirong's prolonged lethargy was put on hold.Fu Zhou also kept running away without seeing anyone, coming back occasionally, waking Cheng Xirong up to eat noodles with a cold face, and then left again after washing the pot.But no one mentioned what happened in the emergency room anymore.What I said at the time, because I was interrupted, I couldn't continue.

Cheng Xirong thought drowsily, it might be because of that sentence... go home.So he put the knot back, and temporarily hid it in his heart, not to mention it.As for Fu Zhou, the young man was full of anger and kept thinking about Mo Yu's affairs, and his anxiety and uneasiness were still obvious.

On the evening of the fourth day, there was a thunderstorm, and Fu Zhou ran in wet and rushed into the bedroom.Cheng Xirong was standing in your kitchen taking medicine, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and saw a figure flashing past.

"Fu Zhou? Are you back?"

When Fu Zhou came out of the bedroom, he had already taken off only a pair of underwear, and he happened to meet Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong held the cup and turned his head silently, not looking at the opponent's standard abs.Fu Zhou was calm, just walking past Cheng Xirong with his bare feet, squeezed into the kitchen to pour water.

Cheng Xirong took a sip from the rim of the cup and asked, "Is it too big outside?"

Fu Zhou poured half a bottle of ice water: "There is already water on the ground. Why didn't you sleep?"

"Just woke up." Cheng Xirong leaned against the wall, paused and said, "Woke up."

Fu Zhou looked at Cheng Xirong suspiciously, and naturally reached out to touch his forehead: "Isn't something uncomfortable?"

It's really a bit... The weather is too stuffy, and it's hard to breathe when lying down, so it's better to get up and take a walk.

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "No. I have slept enough these few days, and the more I sleep, the more weary."

Fu Zhou put the rest of the water back into the refrigerator: "Su Minglin's will be ready in no time. How are you doing?"

"When?"

"The day after tomorrow. The venue has already been contacted, and I have also rented the equipment."

"is acceptable."

After speaking, Cheng Xirong had to create a state of "okay".He tried not to think about the bed in his bedroom, curled up in the beanbag in the projection room, and forced himself to stay alert.But there was still some fatigue. When Fu Zhou called him after finishing dinner, he answered wearily, and then said in a low voice, "I don't want to eat."

Fu Zhou filled his own fried noodles, and uncharacteristically brought them to the screening room.Cheng Xirong was amazed and looked at him like an alien.Fu Zhou sat down on the ground: "Don't look. I have something to ask you."

"what?"

Fu Zhou took a magazine and put it under the plate, stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and swallowed it, and then continued, "Feng Yi, are you doing something wrong?"

Cheng Xirong nodded his head as a matter of course: "Yes!" If you don't make him feel awkward, should you keep him happy for the summer vacation?

Fu Zhou let out a breath: "I just feel something is wrong. How did you do it?"

No skill at all... Cheng Xirong had worked with quite a few media outlets before, so he picked two at random and sent them an email, revealing that Feng Yi's mansion was violently robbed by someone he knew.By the way, gave them the address and location.

This kind of news is actually very subtle. Depending on the identity of the star, the size of the splash that can be splashed is different.But in daily life outside of gossip, it is easier for media people to express themselves.What Cheng Xirong said was ambiguous, and Feng Yi is at a moment when public opinion is very delicate. How to track and report depends on Yuji's personal ability.

Cheng Xirong was happy to see Feng Yi covered in water, he couldn't tell if it was dirty or not, but he couldn't get away.I hope that he can be tripped by those squatting reporters and can't get away for a while.

Fu Zhou: "He hasn't shown up to the news that broke yesterday."

Cheng Xirong sneered: "Dare he? Now there must be reporters in Ocean City. He doesn't even dare to leave his house, so he dares to show his face?"

Fu Zhou didn't understand: "Why? It wasn't him who robbed others."

"Because he has a head injury!"

Fu Zhou didn't understand anymore.

"Feng Yi is cautious in doing things, never takes risks, and strives to be safe. Do you know what he is most afraid of now?"

Fu Zhou frowned and thought, "Go and grab Pixiu."

"Wrong. He is afraid of exposure now. He is afraid that people will know that he imprisoned a student and tried to strangle him."

Fu Zhou's brows frowned even tighter: "It's as if it's not you."

Cheng Xirong paused, adjusted his tone, and skipped the question directly: "If he was just robbed, everything is easy to explain. But if his injuries are exposed, someone will start digging out the perpetrator."

He was directly face to face with the perpetrator, did he see his face and figure clearly?Can the police check and monitor the identity of the other party?

He couldn't explain these two questions.He could neither say that he brought the person into the house, nor admit to the public that he did not call the police at all.

Why not call the police?Is there an inside story?The media and the general public are never short of brains, and occasionally some conjectures are surprisingly close to the truth.Only people have noticed the slightest sign, which is a threat to Feng Yi.

Cheng Xirong: "If it's a burglary, the story can be overturned by saying that there is no property loss and that the law and order management is strengthened. But for personal injury, it will be difficult for fans to appease, and it is also very difficult for the police to do so."

After a pause, Cheng Xirong continued: "It is very difficult to deal with events related to celebrities. This is the result of the guidance of public opinion. For example, at Haitian Office, ordinary people's wills need to be published. Will the official blog follow up the whole process? In the same way, once it is revealed that Feng Yi was injured, the police will always give a specific statement. Only in this way can they prove that they did not waste taxpayers' money!"

"The reason is this..." Fu Zhou forgot to eat noodles, "How do you understand this?"

"Learned. When you pay me for cooking these days."

Mentioning this, Fu Zhou's expression struggled a bit, with a look of entanglement and unwillingness to accept: "Don't tell me, Cheng Xirong taught you this too."

"Can't?"

Fu Zhou muttered in a low voice, "I thought he only taught others how to act."

It's probably because this young man still retains his passion and sincerity, and occasionally he is so silly that he froths, and he's also ridiculously innocent...and cute.Cheng Xirong looked at a strand of hair next to his ear, and said, "Of course it's teaching acting. That's the root."

Fu Zhou let out a breath, dispelled his depression, and asked strangely: "Why do you know Feng Yi so well? Aren't you not familiar with him?"

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Cheng Xirong slightly raised his eyebrows: "Know yourself and know your enemy. I always want to hear something related to Feng Yi, and if I write it down and analyze it, I can understand his behavior. This is the victory of intelligence, understand?"

Fu Zhou looked him up and down: "I really don't understand the relationship between you and Cheng Xirong anymore...Even Feng Yi will tell you, then..."

How could it be a lover?No generous person can tolerate such a thing.From this aspect, men's jealousy and possessiveness are very strong, directly related to hormones, which represent whether they are dominant.

Calm down and think about it, it is unlikely that Cheng Xirong will take care of this student.Someone analyzed Cheng Xirong's sexual orientation and choices, and he and Feng Yi seemed to be on par when they were together.Pan Nanxing...is very domineering, calm and tough, but his body is too thin.How can Cheng Xirong, a muscular man over 1.8 meters tall?

Cheng Xirong backed away for a moment: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? It's so wretched!"

Fu Zhou moved forward a little bit and lowered his voice: "Could it be true as what was said on the Internet..."

"what?"

"Are you Cheng Xirong's illegitimate son?"

Regarding this rumor, Cheng Xirong was also powerless to refute it, and couldn't find a starting point at all.Netizens' speculations are all kinds of strange, and they develop in the direction of seeking novelty.It's not that one person thinks of this, and I can see other people's opinions here and there, which are roughly the same.The ferment of speech has turned into a wave of momentum.

There are so many people talking about it that some official media who don't know the truth thought it was a new revelation and posted it solemnly.This set off a wider discussion, and the popularity of "Southland" has surpassed any previous explosive news.

Of course there are many other comments, which I followed after Cheng Xirong to confirm.There were even quite a large group of people who had confirmed the authenticity of that conjecture and asked who Cheng Xirong's woman was.The calmer Wei fan could still insist on defending, and the whole CP fan exploded.

Cheng Xirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "Am I like him?"

Fu Zhou stared at his face for a long time without being sure, then raised his hand and traced his facial features: "Eyes...face shape...what if you look like your mother?"

"Then who do you think is my mother and Cheng Xirong's woman in the rumors?"

Fu Zhou sighed, lowered his head and ate the noodles: "Probably doesn't exist. I don't believe it."

"Eat your noodles well. Netizens are idle looking for fun, so are you?"

Fu Zhou felt that the tone was a bit too loud, as if he was teaching himself a lesson?A teenage brat, I ate nearly ten years more food than him, and it was all for nothing?Instead, let him teach him the rules of the entertainment industry?

Thinking about it this way, I can't eat anymore.

Fu Zhou poured a cold beer, licked his lower lip, and asked sincerely: "But why are you doing this?"

A set of action scenes has just been put on the big screen, and the fighting is very exciting.Cheng Xirong was fascinated by watching, but didn't listen: "What?"

"What's the benefit of exposing Feng Yi's information?"

"Just trip him and keep him from going out."

Fu Zhou found out with grief that he still didn't understand...

At the end of a set of shots, the scene switched to the heroine's eye scene, and Cheng Xirong looked away.He looked at Fu Zhou's expression, a little speechless: "You... Mo Yu is in his hands, and now Yuji is watching him closely, so he won't be able to see that Yan!"

Fu Zhou's expression instantly turned serious.

Cheng Xirong asked back: "Do you think I really let go of it? It's my thing! How could I not think about it?"

"Then what's next? How to get it back?"

Cheng Xirong closed his eyelids, then raised his gaze to look at him sincerely: "I didn't think about it."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Cheng Xirong patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry. Get the things in front of you done first. The position of a person determines whether you can speak loudly. Capital, qualifications, qualifications, these are what we need now."

"But……"

"Nothing but. Has the rain stopped?"

Knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Fu Zhou went out to eat with his own noodles in dejection.Cheng Xirong ran to the balcony to take a look outside, went to the bedroom to change into a T-shirt, and then rummaged through the storage box in the corner of the living room.Fu Zhou was carrying a beer can, his eyes followed him around: "What are you doing?"

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