Perfect Two

Fu Zhou felt a little regretful... Who would be able to think about the consequences when they quarreled?Even after the quarrel was over, he didn't expect to be grabbed by the other party.

In Fu Zhou's impression, "Nan Lu" had a bad temper, but he was still reasonable.Moreover, he has his own bottom line, which he must stick to no matter what.From this point of view, it is still a good solution!

Reasonable people can discuss everything with reason, and they will never be too embarrassing.Besides, he has always wanted to start a company, get the filming rights, and gain a firm foothold in this circle.Then you can go up step by step.

That's what he cares about the most, isn't it?It's the only thing he wants to do!

Then if I help him get things done, it's an apology, right?He can understand and accept it, right?

It is too simple to think, but also too beautiful.

Fu Zhou was unable to speak for a long time.When he didn't speak, Cheng Xirong kept silent, and kept stalemate with him.To say that Fu Zhou's patience is quite good.He used to eat and live with the boss of the company in order to ask for a labor fee, and he was not angry, and he never left.The boss made him lose his temper at all, paid every penny, and finally treated him to a big meal.

This can be regarded as a result of cultivation, and when I met this person in front of me...it seemed to be a failure.

Can't hold on at all.

Fu Zhou took off his hat and threw it on the back seat, stroked his hair, and looked ahead: "Are you tired?"

Cheng Xirong's fire was ignited, and it was not easy to dissipate.Hearing Fu Zhou's words was off topic.He didn't want to talk about the previous topic because he was guilty.

A guilty conscience meant that he knew he was wrong.He still refused to admit his mistake, trying to fool the past with such ambiguity.So simple?That's his reason.Swear at people when you are angry, calm down, and come back when you want to come back?

Then what have I become?Toys that wave and go?Are you making fun of me?

Thinking about it carefully, it's quite boring to argue with a junior.No matter how the body is, at the core, this person is still himself, and he should always have a high profile.But other things can be counted. For this one, if you don’t break it apart and make it clear, you can’t pass it at all.

Fu Zhou probably hasn't realized that this is not a question of whether to add sugar to tomato scrambled eggs, and it can't be easily resolved by making two separate portions.Between the two of them, the most fundamental principles have become hostile, and there is no way to reconcile them.

This time I fooled the past, the same scene will happen again in the future.

It's still in its infancy, and if you stop it, you can turn back.It's really on the right track, what should we do then?Divorce?

No money has been earned, no prizes have been won.Wasting time playing?

Cheng Xirong: "Tired. So hurry up, after the talk, each go back to sleep."

Fu Zhou nodded: "Tired...then go back to sleep first."

Just as he was talking, he started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

drove out...

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded, and only after a street lamp had passed by did he realize: "Are you kidnapping?"

Fu Zhou said solemnly, "You have no place to sleep here."

Dig your own hole, jump yourself...

Cheng Xirong rubbed his forehead helplessly: "I have a place to sleep. I just want to rectify... Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Stop."

"Non-stop."

Cheng Xirong didn't dare to move his steering wheel, and at night, the road was wide and there were few people, so he didn't dare to come indiscriminately.He could only use words to explain the current situation: "I didn't stay there alone, there was also the scene, upstairs. You took me away, what should I do if he can't see anyone when he comes down?"

Fu Zhou: "Just give him a call."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

It makes sense... no no no.

Cheng Xirong turned back persistently: "No. I left with someone in the middle of the night, how can you tell me when you ask me to come to the set tomorrow?"

"You still care about this?"

It seems to be right... Has Fu Zhou recovered from the sluggishness just now?That pair of hesitation stopped.The look of being at a loss was swept away, and he returned to his usual appearance.

Is the car his seal?Do you have to hold the steering wheel and step on the accelerator to perform normally?

Cheng Xirong took out the medicine box from his bag, picked up a few evening medicines, threw them into his mouth, and swallowed them dryly.Fu Zhou glanced sideways while driving: "Isn't this for lunch?"

"you know?"

"Yeah. I've seen it a few times, I remember it." Fu Zhou asked again, "You're in a hurry?"

Cheng Xirong squinted at him: "Don't think you can get away with just chatting with me."

Fu Zhou: "...you are really smart."

Such a silent person even found his own words to ease the atmosphere.Isn't it a bit too deliberate?

Cheng Xirong reluctantly accepted this sentence: "Although it doesn't sound like a compliment."

After driving for a while, Cheng Xirong asked, "Are you really stopping?"

"Resolutely stop!"

Don't stop, don't stop, are you still determined?What kind of psychological shadow does this have?Cheng Xirong looked puzzled, and sighed: "I really don't understand what you are thinking. What's the point of you looking for me now? I still have that point of view. I can take things from Feng Yi. None will go to waste.”

Fu Zhou's side face became serious, his eyebrows were pressed down, and his aura changed: "Let's not talk about this now."

"This must be discussed." Cheng Xirong cheered up, "Do you think this can be reconciled? I won't change my mind, do you think you can accept it?"

"cannot……"

"So, you don't need to find any more excuses to sign. There is no need. This problem can't be solved. Do you think we can work together again?"

Fu Zhou took a long breath in his chest, and slowly spit it out: "Those... don't talk about it now."

Come on, this is the same sentence.

Cheng Xirong was helpless: "Then why are you here?"

Fu Zhou held back for a long time before he could speak: "Because, um... I used the wrong words. I want to take back what I said."

What about this?

Cheng Xirong laughed at him: "If you say it, you will take it when you say it and the water that is spilled?"

Fu Zhou's face was tense, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

Cheng Xirong leaned lazily, with a casual look: "Whatever, anyway, language is only useful if you add it to yourself. I really don't care, it's just a breath. It's gone right away."

At first it sounded like a philosophy of life, Fu Zhou pondered for a while: "You don't seem to be trying to persuade me!"

Cheng Xirong was also surprised: "Why should I advise you? I slap you, but are you still willing to give me care?"

"……Won't."

"One reason. All right, stop now, I can still walk back—forget it, you'd better take me back. I can't walk anymore."

Fu Zhou changed gears, and it turned out to be faster.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou: "Since you're tired, let's rest first. We'll talk when we wake up."

Why are you so stubborn?

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