Perfect Two

This may be a conspiracy by Fu Zhou...

Because a sentence was hidden in my mind all night, circling and turning, I could barely bear it.It's been tough.The result is the same as the previous sentence "I will pick you up".Well, what are you waiting for?

Cheng Xirong blurted out a sigh, as if after decades of walking, he was already old: "Forget it."

Fu Zhou was burying his head in his meal, working very hard, raised his head and raised his eyes: "What?"

The forehead lines are staring out, the eyelashes are a bit wet, and the cheeks are still bulging.Sitting here with such a big man seemed a bit malicious and cute-although that was not his original intention.

It's just that the color of the pupils is too light, which makes it look frivolous.If it was thicker, the swarthy puppy eyes should be more suitable for his current expression.

I want to buy him contact lenses...

Fu Zhou's mouth froze: "What's your idea?"

Cheng Xirong collected his thoughts and asked him: "If you don't take Feng Yi's money, what kind of money are you going to use for filming?"

It took Fu Zhou a few seconds to comprehend his deep meaning. After being surprised for a while, he asked, "Didn't you refuse to change whatever you said?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou glanced at him: "You change your face faster than a woman! You changed your mind after only one night?"

Cheng Xirong patted the chopsticks back: "No! It hasn't been changed at all! Just to let you know that you, a poor man, can't do anything without Feng Yi's support!"

Fu Zhou curled his lips: "I'm rich."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou added: "I keep telling you that I have money. You are the one who refuses to use it."

Cheng Xirong swallowed: "How much money do you have?"

"Half the money of a small-budget urban emotional drama."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Being so serious, I really thought that he had tens of millions of funds in his name, and as long as the project is approved now, he can immediately use it.

Cheng Xirong: "Is it because our understanding of 'small cost' is different? Keeping it under 200 million is considered a small cost, right?"

"almost."

"Half, 100 million?"

Fu Zhou also put down his chopsticks, still very serious: "Don't think too little. One million won't do much, but I will get sponsors!"

Cheng Xirong gasped and smacked his lips: "Then you are amazing! Son, you are amazing!"

This irony is still useful, Fu Zhou put the words back: "You look down on sponsorship? What's wrong? It's not that modern products appear in costume dramas or period dramas. I myself will not agree with that. As long as it is logical and not That's it?"

Where is Feng Yi illogical?Is it that difficult to use his money?

Cheng Xirong didn't say this.The sentence "Forget it" has already been said, and it is meaningless to repeat it over and over again.

Just a little sore.

If Feng Yi hadn't lied to himself about the money, then Cheng Xirong knew best about the amount in his account—it was enough to finish the book in his hand.If there is deception, then Feng Yi's money will only be more.So much money, just let Feng Yi be chic?

Thinking about it, I feel a breath in my chest.

But this guy Fu Zhou...

Cheng Xirong picked up the chopsticks again, bit the ends of the chopsticks and sighed: "Have you ever seen anyone filming a film that relies entirely on sponsorship? Even if it is sponsorship, how much can you get? Do you think it is enough?"

Fu Zhou settled accounts with him: "There is the script. The director has me. The lead actor has you. Other actors invite newcomers. The current market price can't break [-]. The drama manager can find friends. I know a lot in this circle. Do it yourself, don’t need to outsource it. The soundtrack may cost a little money, just keep it within a certain range.”

Cheng Xirong stared at Fu Zhou.Seeing that Fu Zhou couldn't sit still, he couldn't help asking: "No?"

"Let's not talk about whether it's okay or not... I haven't heard you say such a long word."

Fu Zhou: "...you want to hear it?"

Shouldn't it be followed by a sentence of "I will tell you more in the future"?

As a result, Fu Zhou answered, "Don't you think it's noisy?"

Cheng Xirong: "... Seriously. Do you think a film with this kind of cast will be a hit?"

Fu Zhou paused for a moment, as if the following words were not easy to speak.Cheng Xirong didn't wait for him to respond, knowing that he had his own thoughts, but he didn't understand them.

He didn't say anything, just let it go for a while.

Cheng Xirong finished the milk: "Let's talk. I'm going to be late."

Fu Zhou took the dishes on the table to the kitchen, threw them all into the sink, and went out with the key.On the way, he asked Cheng Xirong to catch another half an hour of sleep, and Cheng Xirong remembered and asked, "Why did I go to bed?"

"You fell asleep."

"I know! I fell asleep in the screening room, didn't I?"

"Oh, I dragged you back."

Cheng Xirong squinted at him: "As expected of a professional screenwriter, the word 'drag' is too precise."

Fu Zhou had no choice but to change his words: "Hold me. If you really drag it back, you will definitely beat someone up when you wake up."

It's a pity that I fell asleep and felt nothing.Cheng Xirong tried to think about that scene, but found that he could only think about the moment when he fell asleep.Further down, it is difficult to describe.

All his love experience comes from Feng Yi.Feng Yi is not a lingering person, no matter what time he is indifferent.The two of them talked about their relationship in a peaceful and peaceful way, nothing new or tricky - at least for Cheng Xirong, it was like this.

Hugs are not absent, on the contrary, they are very common.But never in a deep sleep state.After all, Cheng Xirong is also a muscular man with a height of 1.8 meters. To what extent does Feng Yi have to train to be able to hug him?

Most of the time it was Feng Yi who woke up Cheng Xirong and told him to go back to sleep by himself.Or find a blanket to cover him and sleep wherever he lies down.If he is really drunk and unconscious, there will always be an assistant or driver, and two or three people can always carry him.

Being able to move himself into a nest without waking him up... This kind of gesture, Cheng Xirong really couldn't think about it.

Feel a little ashamed.

Coincidentally, I didn't know what Fu Zhou was thinking, and suddenly said: "You are really light, almost like carrying a bag."

Cheng Xirong couldn't take it anymore, and corrected him: "You can describe it in another way. For example, it looks like a bird."

Fu Zhou was puzzled: "Isn't that describing a woman? You've been so weird all night! Why do I think you're not natural?"

Cheng Xirong looked directly at the past, but there was no dodge or timidity at all: "What's unnatural?"

Fu Zhou: "The things you care about are very strange. Although you didn't say it, I can feel it."

"Let's feel it slowly! I'm here, I'm going to get off!"

Everyone from Cheng Xirong had already got out of the car. Fu Zhou leaned over and said loudly, "Remember to read the schedule."

Cheng Xirong patted the door and expressed the unspoken "go you" with actions.It wasn't until Fu Zhou's car had gone far away that Cheng Xirong pressed his chest and exhaled secretly.

This weirdness... probably can't be completely blamed on me.

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