Perfect Two

Fu Zhou startled Cheng Xirong, his body reacted a step faster than his thoughts, and he jumped out of the elevator directly.In the end, Cheng Xirong took half a step back, raised his hand to cover his chest, and was shocked.

The two people stared at each other for a long time.

Fu Zhou asked blankly, "What's wrong with you?"

After Cheng Xirong lost his composure, he became a little annoyed: "What are you doing?"

Fu Zhou touched the back of his neck: "Come out first to be safe."

"Then you won't come out? Are you a kangaroo? Are you going to jump?"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xirong walked past Fu Zhou and pressed the elevator again.Fu Zhou followed him into the elevator, glanced at his face, and then again after a while.Cheng Xirong was uncomfortable being watched by him, thinking what kind of state he was in when he was acting in stage plays before?

Will you be so nervous?

How come now, actually start to be afraid of people's gaze?

As the elevator went down, Fu Zhou asked, "Why are you in a bad mood so early in the morning?"

Cheng Xirong gave him a white look: "Is it time to divide when you are in a bad mood?"

Fu Zhou followed up and asked, "Are you really in a bad mood?"

Cheng Xirong: "..." There is no need to dig a hole for this kind of thing, right?I'm just upset, what's your opinion?

As a result, Fu Zhou stopped talking. It seemed that he had no opinion, as long as he protected himself.Cheng Xirong felt tight in his chest, and then thought of Wu Minmin's words, he breathed slowly and tried to adjust his state.

I am not angry.It's not because Fu Zhou is angry.It wasn't that Fu Zhou was angry because he stayed out of the matter.

Or because of poor health, it will affect the mood.

But thinking about it this way doesn't seem to be of much use... There is no comfort at all, and Fu Zhou's sentence "can't give advice" is still in his mind.Such a serious expression, and serious.Even if the sky is falling, there are still tall people standing up, but that advice is definitely not to be given.

Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou: "If Cheng Xirong asks you for advice, how would you react?"

Fu Zhou was reversing the car, and when he heard the words, he slammed on the brakes again, and there was a sudden realization in his eyes: "Where is your anger?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Why is this kind of thing reacting so quickly?Must it be dismantled?

Fu Zhou explained very seriously: "You are still a student, you should discuss with your parents whether you want to have an operation."

Cheng Xirong turned his head and looked out the window, giving Fu Zhou the back of his head: "Go ahead and drive your car. Just pretend I didn't ask."

Fu Zhou persisted: "The advice I can give you is to go back and discuss it with your parents."

Still excited...

Cheng Xirong waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I know. You don't need to remind me."

Fu Zhou continued: "And what you asked, if it was—"

"Is it over yet?"

Facing Cheng Xirong who suddenly turned his head, Fu Zhou's words were pushed back and he could only swallow them back.Cheng Xirong was not in good shape in the morning, and slept with his chest leaned against the back of the chair.I felt a sore neck in the middle, so I changed my posture.

Fu Zhou thought he was awake, and added, "He won't discuss what Cheng Xirong said."

Cheng Xirong: "...if I smack you right now, will there be a traffic accident?"

Fu Zhou stared at the road ahead, serious: "I'm not joking."

"I'm serious too."

Fu Zhou emphasized: "Who will Cheng Xirong discuss with? He made a decision, made an appointment with a doctor, set a time for the operation, and then notified others to accompany him in bed."

Cheng Xirong simply leaned on the back of the chair, leaving his back to Fu Zhou, clearly expressing the meaning of "I don't want to talk to you".

I really don't want to talk to him.It's so annoying.

Fu Zhou doesn't buy and sell by force, so everything that needs to be said has been said.For the rest, Cheng Xirong didn't want to talk, so he kept silent and became a good driver.However, because of the time spent at home in the morning, two long red lights blocked the road, and Cheng Xirong was late.

The make-up artist was shouting at the drama manager: "Have you contacted Xiao Nanlu yet? Where is the person? Why isn't the person here yet?"

The theater manager was in a hurry to find the address book, sweating.Wu Minmin saw Cheng Xirong first, stood up and shouted, "Here we come! Nanlu, come on, we're waiting for makeup!"

When she became anxious, she couldn't take care of it, and her usual cowardly look was swept away, and her voice was much clearer than usual.

Cheng Xirong looked at her and asked, "I'll listen to your arrangement?"

Wu Minmin's face immediately turned red, and the momentum that had erupted just now disappeared immediately, and he collapsed.When Cheng Xirong passed in front of her, she did not know where to borrow courage temporarily, raised her eyes to look at Cheng Xirong, and added: "Everyone is waiting for you! Hurry up, don't let people complain !"

Is this girl a little familiar?The few words I said the day before, and the tears she shed when I saw her, now she is drawn into the ranks of her own people?Are you free to express yourself?

Cheng Xirong couldn't believe it.

Wu Minmin's face turned even redder, with embarrassment: "Don't look at me! Hurry up. There are already people talking about it before you come here, so don't make everyone wait any longer."

Haven't acted with her yet, so don't know what she'll be like in front of the camera.Could it be that he started to blush after three sentences?Then how do you act?

Cheng Xirong swallowed, and swallowed back the sarcasm on his lips.Forget it, no matter what, her starting point is always good.Just treat it as... for my own good.Although this kindness is superfluous, it is useless at all.

The makeup artist picked Cheng Xirong up from the ground like a carrot, dragged him all the way back to the mirror, and pressed him down.The field manager issued a new execution form, and Xie Zhiying came to show again.Cheng Xirong took half an hour to memorize the lines, and reminded Xie Zhiying by the way: "It is not appropriate to issue the execution form in the morning."

The makeup artist's hands trembled, she applied too much powder.

Cheng Xirong squinted at the past, turned his gaze away and continued, "How do you ask them to take pictures without any experience?"

Xie Zhiying laughed: "Look at what you said, it seems that you have excluded yourself."

"Shouldn't it?" Cheng Xirong said with a natural expression on his face, "Just treat me as someone who has been in the industry for 19 years."

The makeup artist couldn't hold back, and asked from the side: "How old are you this year?"

"nineteen."

The makeup artist patted him on the head: "Then you are crazy."

Xie Zhiying answered the words: "Crazy also has the capital of being crazy. I'll follow the schedule and try to send it half an hour earlier tomorrow."

Cheng Xirong: "...do you think half an hour will be useful?"

Xie Zhiying smiled and cursed: "Are you the director or am I the director?"

Cheng Xirong: "...you are." But in terms of experience, few people in this group can compare to me...

Xie Zhiying patted him on the shoulder: "I know you are in a hurry. Take your time, we have time this cycle, and you can save a lot of time in your role."

The makeup artist followed suit and nodded: "Yes, yes! Why are you in a hurry? It's just started. Are you not used to the life of the crew?"

It turned into such a mess right after the machine was started, how can we still praise Xie Zhiying for his leadership?

But this cannot be said anywhere.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, his face was a little gloomy, and he looked down at the execution list.

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