Perfect Two

In Cheng Xirong's impression, most women are strong and domineering.For example, his mother, who has taught books all her life and been the class teacher for most of her life, can't take off that cold mask even when she returns home.Another example is Wu Yanshu, who has cooperated the most, she is cold and arrogant, no one can suppress her aura.

Even a silly girl like Manman would break out into a fight if she couldn't say a few words correctly, and compete for who's voice was louder.Most of the newcomers who have been taught a lesson in the crew before are also pretending to breathe, and they have to go to a place where no one is around to cry secretly.

It's so fair and aboveboard that it's just crying for people to see...it's too rare—if it's to create an atmosphere.

But a woman's tears are indeed a very powerful weapon.Cheng Xirong, who is so impatient, raised his eyes and felt a little weak when he saw it. He frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Wu Minmin raised his hand to wipe his face, and shook his head wildly.

Cheng Xirong became even angrier: "Shut up if you don't cry!"

Wu Minmin's tears were even more violent, and she couldn't stop at all.She didn't make a sound when she cried, so she wiped her face vigorously, making the whole face messy.

Cheng Xirong made her cry so much that she didn't see any sign of her stopping, so he picked up his bag and prepared to leave.His feet were on the ground, and before he could stand up, his knees became weak and he fell to the street.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Wu Minmin was taken aback by this prostrating gift, and quickly hid to the side, avoiding the top of Cheng Xirong's head.It was only later that she came to her senses, moved back in a panic, and squatted beside Cheng Xirong: "Are you okay?"

Cheng Xirong gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Wu Minmin reached out to help him, but forgot to continue crying, and asked carefully, "Do you have a heart attack?"

Cheng Xirong suddenly turned to look at her.

Wu Minmin understood this look, and immediately swore: "I won't tell others! I saw your medicine. My father also took those, so I recognize it."

Cheng Xirong withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Okay, don't touch me. Let me lie down for a while."

"That won't work! Even in summer, the floor is cold. People like you, the most—"

"What is 'our kind'? What do you want to say about us? It's so abnormal?"

Suddenly being blamed, Wu Minmin hurriedly changed his words and apologized: "No, I used the wrong word. I'll change it. I'll change it. You get up first, okay?"

Cheng Xirong shook off her and slowly got up.

Wu Minmin glanced at him and then at him again, hesitated for a long time but didn't speak.

Cheng Xirong: "What I want to say is direct."

Wu Minmin: "Otherwise, I will help you and Director Xie take a leave of absence? You can't stand like this, how can you shoot in the afternoon?"

"You don't need to worry about my affairs." Cheng Xirong was a little dazed by the fall, and he also calmed down, and his emotions began to go down.Anxiety is followed by unlimited depression. If you want to fall into the dust of the abyss, you will not be able to lift your spirits at all.

Wu Minmin seems to be very used to this kind of unpredictable personality, so he naturally took over Cheng Xirong's temper and digested it by himself.She didn't know what to say, so she knelt down and helped Cheng Xirong put the scattered things back into the bag one by one.

Cheng Xirong's voice was right above her head, asking, "Are you still crying?"

Wu Minmin shook his head, but hiccupped uncomfortably.She covered her mouth in embarrassment, and waited for a while before she dared to look up and look at Cheng Xirong quietly.

The latter was still leaning against the wall, with a dull and dull expression on his face, without any ups and downs.

Wu Minmin lowered his head again, picked up a few things for a long time but still didn't get up, then said in a low voice: "You have to ensure your emotional stability."

Cheng Xirong sneered.

Wu Minmin paused for a moment, then continued to speak bravely: "You have to think about it, you are a very peaceful person. Your mood fluctuates because you are sick or taking medicine. It has nothing to do with yourself. "

"Then you really guessed wrong. I'm really not a peaceful person."

Wu Minmin: "...In short, don't put too much pressure on yourself. A good rest is the first thing, and you must not be too nervous. The mortality rate of heart disease is very high."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Wu Minmin realized later that he had said something wrong, and the tips of his ears turned red.After picking up the things, she hurriedly handed them to Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong didn't answer, so she had to put it on the small bed and stood up: "Then I won't disturb your rest. Lie down properly and don't run around."

This time I really left.

Cheng Xirong covered his face and rubbed it up and down.

Emotional disorders... have something to do with the body?It seems that we can't wait for the right time, and the operation must be done as soon as possible.

The afternoon play was postponed for two hours. Fu Zhou watched the people who came to pick him up on the schedule and waited outside for two hours.For the first time, Cheng Xirong didn't sit in the co-pilot, and directly opened the rear door, and looked for the pillow after entering.He stretched his hand back, as if he was exhausted, and then dropped it again.

Fu Zhou looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong: "Go ahead. I'll lie down for a while."

Fu Zhou turned on the overhead light, and the dim light fell on Cheng Xirong's face.Fu Zhou asked, "It's happening again? At noon?"

Cheng Xirong opened a slit of his eyes: "It's a pity that you don't go to the clinic. You have good eyesight. You can even tell the time."

Fu Zhou got out of the car, walked around to the back, knelt on top of Cheng Xirong's head, and leaned his body inside.Cheng Xirong's whole body was almost covered by him, the light was covered, the tip of his nose was rubbing against Fu Zhou's T-shirt, and his inhalation was filled with the damp smell of summer.

This taste will spread in the blood.Cheng Xirong twitched his nose very lightly, slowly but deeply.

The limbs are a little stiff.The blood gathered in the chest cavity, carrying this somewhat strange taste, driving away the roaring rush.Then my hands and feet became cold and I couldn't move at all.

Cheng Xirong raised his head slightly, and his face was stuck to Fu Zhou's clothes.The heat is separated by a layer of fabric, very close.

Fu Zhou asked, "Why?"

Cheng Xirong maintained this posture: "What are you doing? I let you suppress it."

Fu Zhou made small movements, his body was hidden under his clothes, and his muscles were in a state of accumulating strength.The clothes were shaking, rubbing the thin sweat on his face, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Cheng Xirong slapped him backwards and said, "Get up quickly. I'm suffocated."

Fu Zhou withdrew his strength and finally pulled out a square pillow. With one hand pressed on the seat, he retreated.Cheng Xirong pushed back his head, turned his head slightly, and looked at the hand on the side of his face.After exerting force, the veins on the back of the hand stood out.

His hands are human, thin and slender.It's a bit rough, with a bit of wild power that I don't know where it came from.

Like the documentary he made when he was a child, the vast grasslands are full of vibrant wildness.

Cheng Xirong lay there without moving until the hand was retracted, and after a pause, he moved over to move his head.Just let him move.He allowed him to tuck the pillow under his neck, and adjusted the position by pinching a corner.

In comparison, which one is more considerate, Fu Zhou or Feng Yi?

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