Perfect Two

This comparison is a bit weird.Cheng Xirong gradually fell asleep while wondering if he was about to fall into Fu Zhou's hands.When I woke up again, the smell at the end of my nose remained the same, it was still inside the car.He saw an upside-down face above, with a strand of hair hanging down and brushing his face.

Cheng Xirong blurted out: "I just use you, don't be too sentimental."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Fu Zhou dragged Cheng Xirong out of the car, carried him upstairs, and entered the house.Only then did Cheng Xirong vaguely realize what he had said.

This is embarrassing...

As if nothing happened, Fu Zhou put Cheng Xirong on the bed, went to the bathroom to fill the water, and then went to the kitchen to cook.Cheng Xirong was so tired that he fell asleep in the bathroom, feeling chest tightness, wiped off the water droplets on his body and rolled back to the bedroom without eating.

This time I slept until I woke up naturally, the curtains were not drawn, and the faint morning light penetrated outside.At five o'clock, the city has woken up.

Not wanting to get up, Cheng Xirong turned over on the bed, facing away from the light.Then he followed the thoughts interrupted by sleepiness before, and continued to ponder.

After hearing such ambiguous words, isn't Fu Zhou puzzled at all?What won't he think?Shouldn't you be very angry?

Originally, I had already made up a Qiong Yao drama of "You listen to me to explain" and "If I don't listen, I won't listen".Even the excuses and reasons have been thought out, such a scene, such a sentence without beginning and end, it is easy to diverge.

As a result, Fu Zhou didn't give him this chance.When the meal was ready, he came over and pushed his shoulder, asking him if he wanted to eat something.Cheng Xirong gave a vague "hmm", indicating that he would not eat.Fu Zhou left.

Cheng Xirong couldn't figure out what Fu Zhou was thinking, and he was really not sure whether he was holding back his energy to swallow, or if he really didn't care.

Can't you?He is a normal man, a young man with blood and temper.How can there be no reaction?

Cheng Xirong sighed, and checked the time on the phone, it was only ten past five.Time has become very slow, so slow... It seems that the previous 30 years have passed in vain, and I suddenly returned to the age of 19 years old.All anxiety is justified, and all immature and simple ideas will not appear stupid.

Someone said Cheng Xirong was immature before.It is said every year, and every year it is expected that he will change in the coming year.When I was a teenager, I was a standard bear child. After the show, I secretly went to play arcade games, and asked my classmates to help me with my homework at school.In his twenties, he still loves to play. When he couldn't see it for a while, he would slip out of sight and run around with a registered gun.

After thirty... people look human, as if that's the case.As soon as he drank wine, he still showed his true colors, wanting to be lively and having fun.

The media got used to it, and later changed their tune and said that when Cheng Xirong was 60 years old, he might play with children for the ball.

How can it be so reliable?What ball to grab?Can't you buy another one if you have the money?

Cheng Xirong does not agree with the media's evaluation.He feels that he is always changing, he has new ideas every year, and he becomes more stable every year.

So in your 30s you are [-] years old, there is no such thing as naive.

Until this moment, he felt as if he really had to return to the age of 19.I am playing a young hero who travels all over the rivers and lakes, and is haunted by his favorite lady from the house.

Let's substitute it in this way... A lady like Fu Zhou...

Forget it.

Cheng Xirong couldn't think about it anymore, so he used his mobile phone to surf the Internet.He searched for rheumatic heart disease, and several promotions popped up on the page immediately.Skipping those advertisements, he scrolled down a few pages and clicked on the keyword "surgical success rate".

The screen was dimly lit, and the data "98%" was displayed on it.

Cheng Xirong was a little speechless.With such a high success rate, how did Pan Nanxing hit the [-]%?The operation itself will damage the vitality of the body. If it is successful, it can also offset that part of the side effects.It just didn't work out... that's really only something more serious.

The memory in his mind showed that after Pan Nanxing's surgery, he couldn't get out of bed for nearly half a year.His body is too weak, and he has little strength to speak.

If I do it again...will it work?Or will it crash again?

Cheng Xirong kept pondering over this question, lying on the bed until the sun was bright.Fu Zhou opened the door and came in, ready to call for someone. When he saw him staring at the ceiling, he said "Get up and eat", and went out again.

After a while, he turned in again, a little helpless: "Why are you still in bed?"

Cheng Xirong asked him: "When you say that people are unlucky, how unlucky can they be?"

"what?"

"After dying twice, will there be a third time?"

Fu Zhou looked at him like a fool: "You can't die twice. Get up and eat."

Cheng Xirong glanced at him quietly, but didn't move.

Fu Zhou took two steps inside, still holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand: "Want to be late?"

Cheng Xirong turned over, put one leg on the quilt, and sighed heavily.Fu Zhou walked in again, all the way to the bed, bent over and looked over: "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No. I was wondering if I should have another operation."

Fu Zhou fell silent, as if thinking.But Cheng Xirong waited for a long time without listening to his response, so he raised his foot and kicked him: "Give me a suggestion."

"I can't give this."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou said solemnly, "Your life is your own. What if you die for the third time?"

Cheng Xirong changed the kick into a kick, and stomped on Fu Zhou's thigh lightly and lightly: "Get out, get out."

I've lost my mind, and that's why I'm looking for you to discuss this... life and death matters.

Cheng Xirong recalled the plot that had been played before. Outside the operating room of the hospital, the family members had to wait for the signature before the operation could be performed.That character has no relatives, and Cheng Xirong played her resurgent first love. After begging the doctor for a long time, she still couldn't sign the name.

After filming that scene, Cheng Xirong went back and asked Feng Yi: "In the future, if something happens to either of us, what should we do?"

Feng Yi was sensible, holding a pot of flowers, looking back at Cheng Xirong: "Then don't get sick."

Where can it be achieved by talking about it?No one can decide life and death.Not even myself.Cheng Xirong sighed for several days, as if his fate had been handed over, and he would never have another chance to make decisions.

At this time, it seems that everything that has been said before has been overturned.Matters like life and death can really be decided by one's own wishes.It's a pity that I let this opportunity go, but the other party refused to accept it...

Cheng Xirong got up lazily, washed up in slow motion, and ate breakfast in slow motion.Even going out, he followed Fu Zhou slowly. The elevator had called the police overtime, and he still couldn't move.

Fu Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his paralyzed face also changed slightly. When he came out of the elevator, it was a little vivid.

Cheng Xirong took a look and felt a chill on the back of his neck, and finally regained his strength, and shouted across the corridor, "Aren't you afraid that your head will be clamped off?"

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