Perfect Two

Fu Zhou said that he was frightened, and it was Wang Jingxian who made him speechless with such a sentence, and it took him a long time to say: "Don't tease me."

Fu Zhou didn't do too many outrageous things, and they weren't too bad.But looking at what he did, I also know that he has no scale in his heart, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, so he looks for his own principles.Nothing else will be listened to, and will not be affected.

This little Nanlu...has only known him for a few days?How could it affect him so deeply?

Wang Jingxian was not in a hurry, she simply started chatting with Fu Zhou, and asked, "I haven't seen you like this before. When you smashed the computer of the producer, weren't you a tiger?"

Fu Zhou muffled: "This is a matter of fate."

Wang Jingxian thought for a while: "That's right. If the computer is broken, it can be reconfigured. If you lose a person, you are really gone, and you can't come back. But I always thought you were the kind of person who was not afraid of death. I didn't expect you to be so timid." ?”

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

Wang Jingxian recalled: "Don't say it, you are really not afraid in my impression. I have done shooting in the air on the top floor, and it would be fatal if you are not careful. When did you start to be afraid of this?"

"After Cheng Xirong is gone."

Wang Jingxian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense with me. I think you are not afraid of death yourself, you are afraid of the death of others."

"Don't say such an unlucky word. The man is still lying in the hospital."

Seeing that he couldn't flirt, Fu Zhou was in a low mood, didn't want to talk, and didn't have any useful information.Wang Jingxian asked him a few words and hung up the phone.

it's getting dark.A light was turned on in the parking lot, I don't know how many watts it was, and he was so faint that he almost melted into the night.Some people in the building went out one after another, and some continued to work overtime.Fu Zhou waited until his decoration workers came out together, as if a shutdown button had been pressed.

He turned off his phone, went home, and went to sleep.

After getting up the next day, Fu Zhou first went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to inquire about the progress, and then went to the building to change the script.The decoration workers thought he was in the way, but he was not annoyed, and half a small wooden pier ran to the corridor, holding a tablet and continuing to write the script.

When it was time for the workers to get off work, he followed them out of the building.Then go home and sleep.

On the morning of the third day, Su Minglin came to the door.It was rare for Fu Zhou to maintain the routine of going to bed early for two days, but he didn't feel relaxed. On the contrary, when he got up to open the door, his feet slipped and he almost fell out.

After opening the door, Fu Zhou went back to catch up on sleep.Su Minglin followed behind him, wandering and thinking: "How long did you stay up last night? Why does it look like you haven't slept all night?"

Fu Zhou squinted his eyes, found the position of the bed, and rushed over.When everyone was buried under the sheets, he said in a muffled voice, "Ten o'clock."

Su Minglin was shocked: "Aren't you? It's already nine o'clock, why do you need so much sleep?"

Fu Zhou ignored him and even rubbed himself on the pillow.

Su Minglin came over and patted his leg: "Are you okay? You don't answer the phone, I thought you were busy serving the patients. Feelings hide here and sleep. Hello, brother?"

Fu Zhou asked lazily, "What?"

Su Minglin leaned over, lifted his head up, and touched his forehead: "It's cold, no fever. Are you really okay? Are you weak?"

Fu Zhou turned over and lay on his back with his elbows resting on his browbones: "I'm also surprised. I haven't slept so much in several years, and it's even more boring."

Su Minghua thought for a while: "Have you eaten yet?"

Fu Zhou: "I had a meal yesterday."

Su Minglin: "...what do you eat?"

Fu Zhou: "A piece of bread... don't talk about it, I know. Go and get me a bowl of noodles."

Su Minglin cared about the fool's eyes on Fu Zhou's back for a long time, sighed helplessly, and rolled up his sleeves to work: "Tell me, the little boss has an operation, why do you feel like you have lost your soul? You have to hold on. You are panicking." Alright, what about the little boss?"

The babbling voice suddenly came and went, Su Minglin came out and went in for a while.Fu Zhou got up to take a shower, took a cold shower with his hands and feet limp, and almost knelt when he came out.

He himself was puzzled.How can you forget to eat?The bread was given to him by the girl at the front desk of the opposite company who watched him write the manuscript.I didn't feel hungry at all, and I didn't seem to remember that I should eat.

Fu Zhou rubbed the water off his hair, feeling a little impatient and fearful.

This isn't the first time this has happened.It's just that the last time I was so depressed was a few years ago.The days in between passed so peacefully and slowly that I forgot those histories.

I also forgot my true nature.

Fu Zhou rubbed the back of his neck so hard that the hair under his palm broke.His skin became hot and hot from being sharpened, but he couldn't stop his hands.

Su Minglin's noodles were served at this time.As soon as the kitchen door opened, the smell of oil came in, causing Fu Zhou to retch.Thoughts and emotions are interrupted, and people return to reality.

Fu Zhou covered his nose and looked disgusted: "You didn't turn on the range hood?"

"Oh! That's not it! I said it's so choking!" Su Minglin put down the noodles and went back to find the button, "What do you dislike! Just eat!"

Facts have proved that people who can't even think of a range hood may not necessarily be good at cooking.Fu Zhou ate the bowl of noodles with boiled water.Su Minglin still had a look of asking for credit: "How is it? It tastes good, right?"

It is oily and salty, making people uncomfortable.

Fu Zhou didn't bother to say anything, and ordered Su Minglin to clean up the kitchen.When the smell in the house dissipated, Fu Zhou asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm here for? You don't answer the phone or reply to the message. I'm worried about something, so I came to see you!"

Fu Zhou asked again, "Where are you from?"

Su Minglin: "Dongtu Datang. Do you still want to ask me where I am going? To the west—"

"To shut up."

Su Minglin was not reconciled: "Let me finish! Can 'Go to the Western Paradise to Learn Buddhist Scriptures' be the same as 'Go to the Western Paradise'? I don't want to go to the Western Paradise!"

Fu Zhou wasn't in the mood to debate this with him, so he just said his own: "You do something for me."

When Su Minglin got into the car, he still couldn't understand what was going on with his senior brother.If he wanted to use key words to summarize his senior brother's behavior or behavior, the first would be "simplicity" and then "directness".

Fu Zhou has always been straightforward in doing things, he wants efficiency and results, and he doesn't want those complicated and complicated side effects.This kind of personality is revealed in many ways, even in creation.In the past, when Su Minglin wrote a notebook and showed it to him, he deleted more than half of it eloquently, with the reason that it was "redundant and useless".

Such a senior brother actually asked himself to lie in the hospital to see the little boss.

Su Minglin failed to comprehend the will, and asked back: "What are you looking at?"

Then he was thrown out of the house.Before the door was closed, his senior brother said together: "Just go and see."

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