Perfect Two

Fetch him water: "You apply it yourself. The swelling is still due to the congestion, so rub it well yourself."

Cheng Xirong took the potion, poured it slowly into his hand, and asked, "Yang Tian came suddenly and drank your tea. Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Fu Zhou replied fluently, and answered smoothly, "If you don't lift the quilt, where will you smear it?"

Cheng Xirong's hand was stained with potion, and he held it up in the air: "God Yang! That's the one who used to act in TV dramas. He played all kinds of tough guys and good men. He was the pillar of the family. Later, he retired to open a bar."

Two people said two things, each said their own things, and they were able to continue the conversation.Cheng Xirong kicked the quilt away with one leg, and stroked the bottom of his trousers up against the instep, but failed several times.Fu Zhou couldn't stand it anymore, sat down by the bed and folded his pants up.

Some kind of reminder from before is back.Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, changed his posture unnaturally, put his leg on the other side, and slightly blocked it.

Speaking of it, this is really too hypocritical.This is not a particularly private part, it is often exposed, why do you care so much?

Cheng Xirong rubbed a few times indiscriminately, and was just about to stop, but thinking of Fu Zhou's current vigor, he continued obediently.Otherwise, he would have to do it himself, which would be even more embarrassing.And it hurts.

Fu Zhou put away the bottle he threw aside, put the lid on and put it aside.Looking back at the way Cheng Xirong was dealing with it, he reminded: "You do that?"

"Yes." Cheng Xirong abruptly turned the subject back, "Let's not talk about that for now. The bar opened by Yang Tian is quite famous. It's in the old town. Have you been there?"

"No."

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath: "You really don't know Yang Tian?"

Fu Zhou asked back, "Should I know him?"

Cheng Xirong's doubts were not concealed, and he expressed it bluntly: "Su Minglin can recognize him, but you don't know?"

Fu Zhou was silent for three seconds, and changed his words to refute his statement: "I know, I have watched his TV. I also supported Chen Jingtian's box office. If I go out, can I say that I know Chen Jingtian?"

The word "knowledge" is indeed very subtle, and there is another way to understand it from another angle.The strange thing is Fu Zhou's attitude, he was denying from the very beginning, just like he said he didn't remember in which bar he lost his photo album.There is simply no silver here.

He didn't know the truth, and thought that it was the first time Cheng Xirong touched that photo album, and he didn't know anything about what had happened.Otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed so many flaws, and Cheng Xirong wouldn't have discovered that he was lying.

Just because he knew it so well, Cheng Xirong was able to connect these seemingly inconspicuous factors together.Normal people will not forget the bars they frequent, nor will they just blindly put aside the relationship when they see a legendary character.

At the very least, you have to sigh with emotion, "That's an old actor", right?

Fu Zhou doesn't mention Jiu Zhan's name now, and he also treats himself as having nothing to do with Uncle Tian.It's hard for him to be calm and serious, as if what he said is true.

Cheng Xirong rolled his eyes at him: "Wait! I'll let you know Chen Jingtian sooner or later! That guy is stingy, you can only stay with him for two days."

Fu Zhou didn't have much interest in this, so he started to clean up the messy garbage in the room.Cheng Xirong wiped off the potion on his hands with a paper towel, and lay on his stomach with his feet up. He missed a long-range shot, and the ball of paper rolled down to Fu Zhou's feet.

Cheng Xirong lay on his arm: "Help me pick it up."

Fu Zhou looked back at Cheng Xirong, took out a pillow towel from the cabinet, and turned Cheng Xirong [-] degrees by his legs: "Lie down. Congestion is even more difficult."

Cheng Xirong touched his nose, and let Fu Zhou put the pillow towel under his feet, acting like a suffering uncle.Fu Zhou didn't seem to notice it at all, doing everything was very natural, like throwing a piece of clothing into the washing machine.Cheng Xirong lay upright like a stick, and asked curiously, "Did you serve others like this before?"

"No." Fu Zhou paused, and said casually, "I have been served like this before."

"The young master is grateful to the society and repays mankind?"

Fu Zhou covered Cheng Xirong's feet with a quilt, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner: "I know how to make it more comfortable."

Cheng Xirong elongated his voice: "Oh—I feel the same way! But why did you let others serve you before? Is it related to the injury on your neck?"

Fu Zhou's movements got stuck in mid-air.Cheng Xirong thought he would cover the back of his neck, but after waiting for a long time, he only let out a muffled "hmm".

There is no more text.

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I asked the question "how did you get hurt" twice, and the answer I got was always a face of "I don't want to say".Fu Zhou pursed his lips and buried himself in his work, but didn't speak.When Cheng Xirong asked the third time, he stood up and breathed out silently: "Traffic accident."

Cheng Xirong just wanted to make a comment.Fu Zhou added: "You should be like this."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

If you deceive people, you must deceive people thoroughly!Don't let people see that you are lying!This is really too bad!Putting a piece of meat in front of you and not letting it go into your mouth, what kind of cruel psychology is this?

When Su Minglin bought the meal, when the three of them crowded around the small table, Su Minglin sighed, "When can you buy a dining table, brother?"

Cheng Xirong suddenly remembered: "Have you contacted the auction?"

Fu Zhou: "Who to contact?"

Cheng Xirong was stunned: "I didn't give you your cell phone number? You forgot it! I'll call him later and ask."

Su Minglin looked blank, and didn't know what they were talking about.Cheng Xirong briefly explained, and Su Minglin took some time to digest: "Whose house did you say you moved the sofa from?"

"Feng Yi."

Su Minglin smacked his lips and said with emotion: "I don't understand more and more... What's the relationship between you two? I don't think it looks very harmonious..."

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou looked at each other, then smiled at Su Minglin, but said nothing.

After all, they are young people, who are more familiar with new things on the Internet. Su Minglin analyzed them: "It's not good to give them to those traditional auction houses. It's different now. You said that more than ten years ago, a piece that passed through The T-shirts are precious, and I don’t even want to wash them when I take them back. Most of the current fans are chasing stars rationally.”

People who say things like "Call me idols, just scold me idols, don't rise to me", the fundamentals of star chasing have quietly changed.The previous spirit of dedication is no longer worthy of pursuit, but more of self-entertainment.Chasing stars is to make yourself happy.

Su Minglin held up his chopsticks and tapped in mid-air: "Now I will take out my personal belongings, which are related to public welfare. If I really use my used things to make money, I will only be scolded."

Cheng Xirong thought for a while and found it very reasonable, and then said: "Anyway, it belongs to Feng Yi. He is the one who gets scolded."

Su Minglin: "...you hate him so much?"

There is no way to say the reason for this, Cheng Xirong responded indiscriminately: "Anyway, we can't deal with it."

That sofa cost close to [-] yuan when I bought it. With this fact in mind, it wouldn't be impossible to even replace Fu Zhou with an ordinary sofa.Cheng Xirong didn't expect this to make money either, it didn't matter whether it was a celebrity or not, or how much it sold for.

Of course, it would be even better if there is an extra set of dining tables and dining chairs.

The three of them went out together after dinner.Fu Zhou reminded Su Minglin: "The editing must be fast, the preparations for the Newcomer Award have come to an end, and it will be announced soon."

Cheng Xirong was surprised: "So fast?"

Su Minglin was carrying a bag of trash: "Oh yes! What I was going to tell you this morning was interrupted. I also saw some movement on Feng Yi's Weibo recently, and it will probably be soon. Are you sure now?"

Fu Zhou nodded: "About a week."

Cheng Xirong asked, "What about the standard?"

"Newcomers," Fu Zhou locked the door and continued, "There are no newcomers on record."

Su Minglin panicked immediately: "Xiao Pan, Director Xie must have prepared that one, right?"

Cheng Xirong: "Just use your name to report. Don't worry, the qualification review will never be strict for the things that Feng Yi leads."

"you sure?"

Cheng Xirong patted him on the shoulder and led him into the elevator: "Sure. The first session requires attention. They won't screen me out."

Having said that, Su Minglin immediately understood.This is Cheng Xirong's last wish, and Cheng Xirong will be the center of publicity in both the opening and the advocacy.In the current situation, whenever Pan Nanxing appears on matters related to Cheng Xirong, it will attract attention and heated discussions.

Even if it is a public welfare undertaking, it must be attended by people to be meaningful.

Su Minglin sighed: "Everything is inseparable from these marketing methods!"

Fu Zhou's face was very ugly, and it was even more ugly after hearing Su Minglin's words.Cheng Xirong could understand his mood, it was probably a kind of...a sense of anger that his heart was stained, and his impotent impatience.If you understand it, you understand it, Cheng Xirong can't empathize with it.

Fu Zhou drove Su Minglin to the subway station, then turned around and got on the elevated road.After arriving at the bank, the lobby manager asked them what business they were doing, and Cheng Xirong said the account manager's name and job number.The lobby manager ushered them in, poured them tea, and turned his head twice before going out.

The small room is quiet, and the air conditioner makes a slight noise.

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou teasingly: "You said you are not an actor, why are you so used to other people's eyes?"

"what?"

"For a normal person, if someone looks at you, you should have a reaction. Whether it's shyness or dodging, or just thinking that you are super handsome, it's good to be proud. Why don't you react at all?"

Fu Zhou didn't understand why he asked such a question: "What kind of reaction should I have?"

Cheng Xirong: "...that's what I just said..."

Fu Zhou: "They look at me, what does it have to do with me?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

"They looked at me, and they should be the ones who reacted."

She's quite confident... Fu Zhou must have had a good life in the past.Children who grow up in a good environment can be stable and peaceful, confident enough, but not arrogant.Negative emotions such as cowardice and low self-esteem can be completely avoided if you educate them well when you are young.

Cheng Xirong found that it was basically impossible to dig something out of Fu Zhou's mouth.It's just that the bottom of my heart is itchy. After my curiosity is aroused, I will inevitably want to tease him a few times - anyway, Fu Zhou will not fight back, and if he asks too much, he will just stop talking.

The two chatted without saying a word, and Cheng Xirong asked him to what extent he was taken care of by others.Fu Zhou didn't shy away from this kind of question, and said frankly: "Eating, drinking and lassing are all on the bed."

Cheng Xirong looked him up and down, and his gaze fell somewhere in the middle: "Then this level is very deep."

Fu Zhou took a deep breath, and when he let it out, he still had a calm expression on his face, and turned to ask Cheng Xirong, "Do you know that you look very wretched now?"

The points that the two people care about are not on the same channel at all, all attacks are ineffective, and they will not affect each other at all.Cheng Xirong accepted the description of "obscene" calmly, only thinking that Fu Zhou was out of embarrassment.

At the end, Cheng Xirong was about to ask how badly he was injured before he would be bedridden, when the account manager opened the door and came in.

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The account manager read the will and property handover procedures, and took a set of materials for safe transfer, and asked Cheng Xirong to find various departments to stamp the procedures.Arriving at the bank after one o'clock, I made two trips to other districts, and did not finish until it was dark.

Cheng Xirong had to come forward for many procedures, and Fu Zhou could not replace them.After running back and forth all afternoon, when it was time to open the box, Cheng Xirong couldn't stand up all of a sudden.Fu Zhou was startled by letting him shake for a while, leaned on the chair and bent down: "What's going on?"

Cheng Xirong looked at the account manager and rubbed his ears embarrassedly: "I'm hungry..."

Fu Zhou: "..."

The account manager accompanied the overtime work to this point, and the subsequent series of staff did not leave work.Cheng Xirong didn't want to waste any more time, so he pressed down on the handrail and stood up: "Just bear with it. Miss, can he go in with me?"

Before getting an answer, Fu Zhou said first, "Go in and get something. I'm going to do some shopping."

Cheng Xirong immediately grabbed Fu Zhou's wrist. Xia Tian was wearing short sleeves, and his palm was directly on the skin. It was hard to tell who was hotter.Cheng Xirong let go of his hand and looked up into Fu Zhou's eyes: "It should be possible to add a co-custodian."

Fu Zhou pursed his lips, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What do you eat?"

Among the snow and ice in the mountains, occasionally a clear spring can be seen, shrouded in the sun, thinly dripping out along the cracks in the rocks.All the way to cool and cool into the heart, with the taste of grass and soil.

As long as there is little of everything, it is precious.

Thinking about it in reverse, those things that suddenly hit the heart are weighed down heavily, and they are so precious that they want to be preserved forever, probably because they are rare?

Until the account manager went out with the key and left Cheng Xirong to enter the password by himself, he didn't understand the logical relationship.It may be that I ate too little at noon, and my brain was so hungry that I lacked oxygen, so I couldn't think too deeply.

But...it is very suitable for spreading your emotions.

Cheng Xirong took out the box, moved it to the round table, and sat down to enter the password.He is not in the habit of locking antiques in boxes.It's also because I haven't bought anything priceless, and the price is not within an acceptable range. Those ornaments are kept at home.The bank opened a small cabinet to put the contracts, securities, documents and so on in his hand.

The passbook and house book under my name are also here.The safe is now transferred to Pan Nanxing's name, and all these things are in his hands, but it's useless to just hold these small books.The will clearly stated the ownership of these things, and following the formal procedures, all he could touch were these books.

In addition, there is a jewelry box, which is very small, less than half the size of a palm.

Cheng Xirong took out the velvet box, opened it for a look, and stuffed it into his pocket without stopping.He found what he needed from the thick stack of documents, and locked the rest back.Not too much time has passed, but it is enough to look back at my more than 30 years.

At the end the papers are left.

When Cheng Xirong went out, Fu Zhou just came back with a KFC paper bag in his hand.Fu Zhou gave one of the bags to the account manager. Amidst the little girl's surprise and emotion, he still kept his face paralyzed.A good thing has added a layer of frost for no reason, and the little girl is so cold that she dare not say extra words.

When I came out of the bank, the lights of the whole city were already on.It is a short break to show another fast pace.

Cheng Xirong ate a hamburger in the passenger seat, and showed Fu Zhou those copyright contracts: "There are many other things in it, such as passbooks, house books, etc. According to that... will, most of them belong to him." Parents. Some should be donated, I don’t know how the procedures were followed by the parties, and no one came to find the certificate.”

"Cheng Xirong's money hasn't been used yet. All the funds are now padded by Feng Yi." Fu Zhou didn't listen so much, after flipping through it, he leaned behind and took the notebook.

"Feng Yi wants to come up with such a trick?" Cheng Xirong asked himself and answered, "That's right, how could he not want such a good reputation?"

When Fu Zhou waited for the computer to turn on, he took the time to say: "Now Feng Yi is the leader, in the name of Cheng Xirong, mobilize people in the circle to do this together."

"This is death..."

It was originally a matter for one or two people, Cheng Xirong wanted to do it, Feng Yi, as his ex-boyfriend, could help him if he wanted to.Others can follow if they want to, and there must be people who don't want to participate.But if this matter is forcibly turned into a matter for the entire industry, and public welfare and charity become a matter of rushing ducks to the shelves, it is inevitable that some suspicions and suspicions will arise.

What's more, there should be a lot of gossip behind Feng Yi now.At this critical moment, the relationship between him and Cheng Xirong is doubtful, and it seems that he is too eager to lead this matter as a "widow".

After Cheng Xirong finished feeling, he felt a little puzzled.Feng Yi considers problems from a one-sided perspective, and often gets into a dead end, unable to take into account the overall situation.But he is still cautious in the end, and will not make big mistakes.

He was too reckless to do this step.

Cheng Xirong sighed, and said to Fu Zhou: "That's fine too. The more people who participate, the more bonuses we can raise. At that time, we will get a lot of money, which can be used as funds for the first film." .”

Fu Zhou gave a "hmm".

Cheng Xirong pulled his attention back, and continued: "These books need to be re-signed or notarized. How to go through the formalities, I have to find a lawyer."

I don't know if Fu Zhou heard it, but he took out one of the CDs attached to the contract and read it with a computer.These few books were carefully selected by Cheng Xirong, not following the trend, they are all classic dramas.Needless to say about the quality, Fu Zhou has worked as a screenwriter, so you can find it at the beginning.

Cheng Xirong ate a sesame seed on the corner of his mouth, and after licking it off with his tongue, he raised his hand to push Fu Zhou: "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Fu Zhou swayed following his movements, still staring at the screen: "Who will do it?"

"I'm going to join the group tomorrow, you go."

Fu Zhou nodded: "Understood. If you need me in person, you have to come."

"Let's talk about special circumstances." Cheng Xirong stretched out his hand to press the computer, "I have plenty of time to watch. There are also serious things."

Fu Zhou was reluctant to let go of his hand.Cheng Xirong staggered over to close the computer screen. When he got up, he had nowhere to put his strength, and his palm was still pressed on the computer.Fu Zhou supported his upper arm and sent him back, staring at his face: "Bai Zhima."

Cheng Xirong raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, but Fu Zhou stopped him by grabbing his wrist.Fu Zhou took out a tissue with the other hand, pasted it naturally, and wiped Cheng Xirong's mouth.

Cheng Xirong held the hamburger with one hand, and Fu Zhou held the other, completely passive.

The car window was wide open, and the summer night wind was hot and dreary. It slowly crept in, and then refused to leave.Cheng Xirong suddenly felt that the oxygen content in the air was a bit too much, which made people's brain excited.

like a signal.

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The problem is that Fu Zhou's attitude from the beginning to the end is too natural, even a bit serious.No matter how beautiful and charming he is, he can't withstand his calm face, which is really a bit... disappointing.

On the way back, Cheng Xirong kept reflecting on himself.

With a new body, there is no problem of guarding one's body or not. Pan Nanxing is still a virgin, so I won't discuss it.So, do you still plan to keep your heart for Feng Yi?

When this question came up, Cheng Xirong was extremely disgusted.He could still think of the appearance of Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng when they were entangled, the voices they made, and the passion rippling in that room.Just thinking about it makes my stomach sick.

And the last expression I saw on the set.The strangeness and rupture displayed on Feng Yi's face.It was a complete betrayal, and since then, there is no possibility of turning back.

Cheng Xirong will definitely not deliberately suppress his feelings because of Feng Yi.There are a hundred reasons for him to cut off the fetters around him, but there is absolutely no trace of Feng Yi's existence among them.Now that I have a new identity and a new life, I still have a long way to go.He is only 19 years old now, just an adult, and has nothing to do with Feng Yi, so why can't he meet a new lover?

The difference is that he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't see the sunlight outside the window for a long time.Just like the glass of white water he drank in Jiuren, it was tasteless and tasteless, and he didn't taste any enthusiasm when he was young.

The car went through a section of the road that was not stable. During the bumps, Cheng Xirong suddenly thought: "I can't do this. I am a new me. I want to meet new people and start a new relationship. I want a new bond. "

Someone on the opposite side turned on the far light, and the strong light shone on the closed eyelids, and the world suddenly broke away from the darkness and became bright.As the car passed by, it took Cheng Xirong a long time to let the light spots in front of him fade away.The driver beside him held his breath and spat out all his emotions.

Cheng Xirong turned his head to look at Fu Zhou, his side face was very focused when driving, the tip of his nose was in the blurred background, and the curve was beautiful.

Not without a little sunshine.At least for the one next to him, he raised the heavy curtain with his hand, and there were two strands of light leaking in.The nightmare is finally not so rampant, so that it doesn't choke the heart all the time.

It's a pity that this one doesn't know it.

Can only forget.

Cheng Xirong slumped in his seat, squinting his eyes and looking at the road ahead: "You have a really good temper, and you don't swear when you encounter high beams."

Fu Zhou said very sincerely: "Swearing at people is too time-consuming."

"Then what's the delay?"

Fu Zhou: "I don't want to turn around and chase him. It would be difficult to force that car to stop in such road conditions."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

He may have been out of his mind.

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou had a good discussion about who should be scolded.Cheng Xirong is considered half a road rage sufferer, and he has no problems when riding in a car.Once the steering wheel is in his hands, the whole of Reuters will become very anxious and anxious.He'd blow off steam while driving, and by the time he got there, everything would be back to normal.

Fu Zhou insisted that swearing is meant to be heard by others: "I wasted my tongue, but only I heard it. Don't you feel sorry for your own mouth and ears?"

Cheng Xirong: "...you go and see your brain!"

What kind of weird logic is installed in it!

When he got home, Cheng Xirong really didn't want to move anymore.He had an idea in his mind, and after sighing "forget it", he was still itchy, and he was not reconciled without teasing him a few times.Fu Zhou parked the car, Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair, looked over with lowered eyes: "I'm so tired."

Fu Zhou paused when he opened the door, then turned around and said, "I'll be home soon."

Cheng Xirong emphasized: "I really can't walk anymore."

Fu Zhou sighed inaudibly, got out of the driver's seat, went around to the co-pilot's side, and opened the door from the outside.He bent his body and turned his back to Cheng Xirong: "Come up."

Cheng Xirong lay down on his stomach, his whole body relaxed, and he didn't raise his hand to grab Fu Zhou's neck.Fu Zhou has never seen anyone like this, he hurriedly walked over with his hands behind his back, holding Cheng Xirong's leg to stabilize, so as not to let him slide down.

Cheng Xirong tilted his head on Fu Zhou's shoulder, with his arms drooping in front of him: "The car door is still open!"

Fu Zhou kicked the car door shut with his foot, pressed the key to lock the car door in confusion, and adjusted his posture before walking into the corridor.Cheng Xirong asked him, "Are you very reluctant?"

"No." Fu Zhou paused, and it was rare for him to take the initiative to respond: "You refused to let me before."

He was talking about the shopping mall, but Cheng Xirong didn't let him recite it.

Cheng Xirong said in a low voice: "I don't want people to know that this body is sick. The more serious the spread, the harder it is for me to accept the show."

Fu Zhou paused for a few seconds: "Don't worry about them, I'll take pictures for you."

Words and sentences, take root.Fu Zhou has the ability to lift that curtain with the most innocent attitude.When you turned back to look for him, there was a moment of sway over there, and the curtain that covered the sky fell down again.

What's it like outside?Just glimpsed a vague outline.There was no time to see clearly.

Probably in the end, I can only say "forget it", and then there is nothing left.

Fortunately, this is the beginning.I have just stepped into this situation, and there is still a long way to go, and there are still various possibilities.Many, many kinds.

While waiting for the elevator, Cheng Xirong said with emotion: "The floor area ratio of the house you bought is so high, you have to fight before going to work in the elevator in the morning."

Fu Zhou: "If I'm in a hurry, I usually take the stairs."

Cheng Xirong was amazed at his patience, and when he got into the elevator, the topic changed again: "Do you want to hear about Cheng Xirong? Since you have been very dedicated to playing Xiaozhouzi these two days, I reward you with some past stories."

Fu Zhou didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.But the body can't lie, the back that Cheng Xirong clings to becomes stiff and tense in an instant.

As long as it is a topic related to himself, he will give this kind of reaction, without exception.

Cheng Xirong first asked: "Have I told you about Feng Yi's cheating? Let's just talk about cheating. This industry itself is, um, very chaotic. This group is also a lot of messy people. So being an actor and liking the same sex is like stepping into two puddles with one foot."

Fu Zhou retorted: "Not everyone will act recklessly."

"Yes, not everyone. But the probability is always higher than other groups, right?" Cheng Xirong smiled, and at this moment, he didn't know what he wanted to express, "In this way, in this In this environment, it seems a bit excessive to want to ask a partner to be faithful."

Fu Zhou almost threw Cheng Xirong out, but Cheng Xirong frantically grabbed his neck and failed.Fu Zhou's voice was very cold, and the chill came out from the cracks in his bones: "You want to whitewash Feng Yi!?"

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"White what?" Cheng Xirong understood for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "Do I look so sick? Do you want to whitewash him?"

Fu Zhou pursed his lips and did not speak.Through the reflective mirror on the inner wall of the elevator, it can be seen that he has a gloomy face, and his anger can explode at any time.Cheng Xirong couldn't imagine what kind of guidance or comfort he had given him, which made him defend himself with all his heart.

Even if I am no longer there.

Cheng Xirong teased, "I was very tempered when I was driving, what about now? Because I can hear and see, so I must get angry?"

Fu Zhou threw out a sentence forcefully: "Only Feng Yi, I will never forgive him."

"He doesn't need you to forgive him." Cheng Xirong patted his chest reassuringly, "Don't be so excited. Feng Yi should pay it back, sooner or later. I exist here for this."

His attitude has always been clear, Cheng Xirong has never shy away from his hostility towards Feng Yi, and even admitted it to Su Minglin.Even to Feng Yi himself, he didn't hide his feelings.

But it was the first time Cheng Xirong told Fu Zhou such blunt words.The impact of the words was still very powerful, it went straight into the heart, circled around inside, and carved a knife.Fu Zhou raised his head abruptly, staring at Cheng Xirong in the mirror.The portraits were deformed and distorted, but their eyes were properly reflected and looked at each other.

Cheng Xirong added: "Of course, if you throw me on the ground now, I will let you return it."

Fu Zhou: "...I didn't."

"quibble."

When the elevator stopped, Fu Zhou asked Cheng Xirong to open the door and went straight to the bedroom.When you're tired, there's nothing better than a bed to rest in.Cheng Xirong directly collapsed, turned over and hugged the quilt, and snorted twice comfortably: "I declare that I don't want to take a bath today."

Fu Zhou: "It's summer now."

Cheng Xirong had no choice but to say, "Isn't it okay to give me a mouthful? I'll take a break and then wash it off. Come here, and I'll talk to you."

Fu Zhou took down Cheng Xirong's bag, tried it on the coat rack, turned around and put it on the bedside - usually it is hung on the coat rack.Today, several contracts and a lot of formalities were loaded, which was heavy.

Cheng Xirong didn't care what Fu Zhou was doing, and continued: "But you said, isn't it the simplest and most basic thing to maintain loyalty between partners? This is a kind of...reason, a social law that higher creatures should abide by ,right?"

Fu Zhou summed up the meaning of Cheng Xirong: "An individual should be able to do it."

"But it's a pity that no matter which side of the circle of these two people are in, it's very difficult to do this." Cheng Xirong sat up, "The herd mentality in the general environment is terrible. After a long time, many People will think, that's the way it should be. 'Hey dude I like gays, so I'm going to fuck', or 'There are no clean people in showbiz, only dirty and dirtier'. That will become mainstream thinking. Even if it's not right."

Having said that, Cheng Xirong was silent for a while.Fu Zhou didn't quite understand what he wanted to say.

Cheng Xirong rubbed his face, and abruptly changed the topic back: "He once drank and chatted with Yang Tian—Yang Tian likes young, same-sex, and has that kind of hobbies—and when it comes to this loyal Question. Yang Tian asked him, what should I do if I find out that Feng Yi has cheated?"

Fu Zhou lowered his head and lowered his eyes, unable to see the expression.

Cheng Xirong recalled what he said at the time: "If Feng Yi cheated, then take back what he got from me bit by bit. Don't be too fast, but slow down, let him get a little less every time, every time Lose a little every time. When he really has nothing to lose, then...kill him."

Fu Zhou looked up and frowned.

Cheng Xirong smiled: "Drinking at the time, talking indiscriminately after drinking, daring to say anything. After speaking, he patted Yang Tian on the shoulder, saying that he would not dare to act recklessly even if Feng Yi had ten guts. Those people outside, A hundred people would not dare to have Feng Yi's idea. He, Cheng Xirong, has no possibility of cheating."

"But someone did it anyway," Fu Zhou asked holding his breath, "Who is the other person?"

"You don't have to know."

Knowing that he couldn't ask, Fu Zhou asked again: "Do you still want to kill him now?"

"It's all drunk nonsense, how can it be taken seriously." Cheng Xirong blinked, "Besides, if you want to kill him, you have to be Cheng Xirong to do it! What does it have to do with me?"

Maybe it was because he said such a cruel thing before going to bed, Cheng Xirong's dream was full of blood.The smelly mucus is everywhere, and it will stick to the body no matter where you go, and you can't get rid of it at all.When the viscous liquid invaded, he woke up with a cry of surprise.

Someone beside him was looking at him, his eyes were exceptionally bright in the darkness, burning with passion.Cheng Xirong was startled, he slapped the bedside lamp on, and when the glaring light flickered away, he directly reached over.Then came Fu Zhou's low voice: "It's me."

Even though he knew it was him, Cheng Xirong still pinned him on the bed and beat him up violently.Fu Zhou couldn't dodge in time, and didn't want to tire Cheng Xirong with unnecessary activities, so he just hugged his head and was beaten. When Cheng Xirong stopped, he pulled down the quilt on his head, grinning and feeling: "The attack was too hard... ..."

Cheng Xirong covered his heart and gasped for breath, then kicked him again when he heard the words: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Fu Zhou: "I can't sleep, come and see if you are asleep."

Cheng Xirong was really frightened, and his breath couldn't calm down: "Go! Go out and run around if you can't sleep!"

Fu Zhou didn't feel sleepy at all, and was very energetic. He rolled up the quilt and sat up: "I want to chat with you for a while."

Cheng Xirong instructed Fu Zhou to pour water for himself, and it took a long time to stabilize his beating heart.When he was drinking water, Fu Zhou was lying on the side of the bed, looking at him eagerly: "Are you having nightmares again?"

"You are a nightmare!" Cheng Xirong tried to make his breathing normal, "How many times do you think my heart can scare you like this?"

"Are you easily startled?"

Cheng Xirong corrected him: "It's your actions that can easily scare people—what do you want to talk about?"

"The topic that was mentioned before, you guys, what else did they say?"

"What do you want to hear?"

Fu Zhou thought for a while and asked seriously, "Is there anyone who disagrees with his opinion?"

"Yang Tian was the first to object." Cheng Xirong paused, staring into Fu Zhou's eyes, "Yang Tian has many children, and the waiters in the bar are more or less related to him. They are all The students at school are at the young age, and they look good... Oh, I forgot, you don't know that bar. You should go and see it."

123

Thinking of the ambiguous relationship between Fu Zhou and Jiu Zhan, Cheng Xirong was really looking forward to it, and introduced to Fu Zhou excitedly: "Jiu Zan's environment is really good, the wine and drinks are good, and it's relatively quiet. It's Yang Tiankai Yes, so it is mainly aimed at the entertainment industry, where you can often see people who appear on TV and news."

Fu Zhou let out an "oh", but there was no response.

Cheng Xirong moved to the side, and it was almost on Fu Zhou's face: "Don't you like to collect Cheng Xirong's things? This is his favorite bar, you don't plan to try his favorite liquor?"

Fu Zhou pushed Cheng Xirong's shoulder with one hand and pushed him back: "I have been there, have you forgotten?"

Cheng Xirong didn't wake up, his mind was confused for a moment, and he immediately asked: "Didn't you say you don't remember Jiu borrow?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Zhou's eyes became brighter, and the brilliance was really not suitable for such a night.Cheng Xirong was completely dumbfounded, and after he figured it out, it would be too late to say anything to remedy it, let alone take back that sentence.

Fu Zhou said that he didn't remember the bar where the photo album was lost, but he didn't say that he didn't remember Jiu Bian.On the contrary, Cheng Xirong, who got the photo album from the will for the first time, should know nothing about the past.This sentence was directly exposed, how did Cheng Xirong know that Fu Zhou lost the photo album during the nine borrowings?

Also, Cheng Xirong knew it clearly, but pretended not to say it.why is that?

So the two of them stared at each other with four eyes for more than half a minute.Fu Zhou sat down on the floor, returned to the topic as if nothing had happened, and then asked before: "Then? What did Yang Tian say?"

Cheng Xirong tried hard to find his own thoughts, and was forced to follow Fu Zhou's topic: "Say... I think about it, it basically means that in this kind of circle, it is just to have a good time, where can there be so much loyalty? "Feng Yizhen is looking for someone outside, so just wait, he will come back sooner or later."

Fu Zhou let out a breath: "Don't tell me you want to get back to the old way when you come back?"

"The meaning of same-sex couples is to have someone to accompany them. There are no other restrictions. So no matter who they are, whether they are the same person or not, as long as there are people around." Cheng Xirong recalled Uncle Tian's expression at that time, " Yang Tian said, it is indeed rare to see a partner like Feng Yi who can stay for so many years, and it is almost enough. Half of this life has passed, and the remaining half, let Feng Yi live in guilt, this is Cheng Xi. What Rong needs most."

Fu Zhou frowned: "Why?"

"Ordinary people, such as Yang Tian, ​​just change their partner. Cheng Xirong is not a messer, so why not find a way to get Feng Yi back. Just wait patiently, wait for Feng Yi to change his mind, wait Feng Yi repented, built a cage for himself, and then he will be obedient for the rest of his life."

Fu Zhou held back for a long time before giving a two-character evaluation: "Fart!"

Cheng Xirong laughed: "It's fart...so Cheng Xirong didn't listen. In fact, the cheating happened last year, and it has been a long time. Cheng Xirong moved out directly, cut off all contacts, and refused to see each other. There are some Cheng Xirong also asked a lawyer to split up the economic projects. Feng Yi refused to cooperate and kept begging Cheng Xirong to give him a chance."

Having said this, Cheng Xirong stopped.Fu Zhou asked, "And then?"

"Then there was an accident." Cheng Xirong sighed softly, "One thing Yang Tian didn't understand is that people don't have to be accompanied by others. It's just right to sit in one seat alone. If a person comes who is quite right, let him sit in half, and make it up for yourself a little bit. If he refuses to sit, then get out of here as soon as possible. It was originally divided into half of the space, and it made a mess. Then the remaining half of the stool can’t sit still.”

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