Perfect Two

It's a bad feeling.

Originally, he wanted to get back the few days that Fu Zhou owed.A person who is usually so considerate is so good at taking care of others, even pointing at him.As a result, it disappeared abruptly.Since he appeared at this moment, he had to make up for it when it was time to use him.

The small flame that had just risen was covered by Fu Zhou's hands before it had time to burn.And then... all the flags and drums died down.

This is too inconsistent with Cheng Xirong's style.At this time, he should be violent, but his mind was blank for a while, he couldn't think of anything, and all his attention was on his own hands.Fu Zhou's palm was a bit rough, and his fingertips were hard. When he rubbed it over the skin, the touch was very clear.

His hands are like this man's, slender and thin.His body temperature wasn't too high, and it wasn't as cold as his eyes, and there was still a little warmth left.Very tiny, through the skin, has been flowing into the blood.

Cheng Xirong asked strangely, "Are my hands cold?"

Fu Zhou looked up at him, and said in response, "Yes. Yes."

Only then did Cheng Xirong find his own voice, and with a seemingly calm face, he asked, "What are you doing?"

In fact, there was no need for Fu Zhou to answer, as Cheng Xirong could tell.Fu Zhou still lowered his head, took Cheng Xirong's hand with both hands, and rubbed it little by little.From the back of the hand to the fingertips, and back again, slowly extending to the arm, the thumb massaged for him.

The technique...Cheng Xirong couldn't feel it, but only looked at the exposed forehead of Fu Zhou, as if he was very focused.

Cheng Xirong's mind exploded with a "boom", leaving only one thought: It's over.Now there is no need to hesitate, thinking about whether to go or not.

There is no way out.It can only go on like this.

Fu Zhou's voice came over a step later, a little muffled: "Didn't you say that your hands are swollen and uncomfortably swollen with too much liquid?"

Cheng Xirong let out a "hmm".The air became so cold, no one spoke again, feeling a little embarrassed.Cheng Xirong wanted to explain, it was just complaining to Su Minglin casually, anyway, the whole body is not comfortable now, and he didn't feel that the back of his hand was so difficult.But when the words came to his lips, he turned around and turned into a sentence: "Give me oxygen."

Fu Zhou stopped moving his hands and looked up at Cheng Xirong: "Uncomfortable?"

"Well. I can't breathe, and my chest is tight. Forget it, call the nurse for me, I'm not well."

Fu Zhou got up and bumped into the stool, his wooden legs swayed on the floor, making some noise.He ran out without hesitation, and the family members in the same ward did not stop him from behind, and the words "Just ring the bell" were also thrown behind him.

Cheng Xirong just let out a breath, lying on the bed weakly, staring at the door of the ward.I don't know if it's a psychological hint, but he really felt a tightness in his chest, the air became sticky and stagnant, and he couldn't even breathe in.

The doctor rushed over, looked at the data, and did a simple examination.With his mouth open, Cheng Xirong always felt that his whole body was uncomfortably irritable, and wanted to ask Fu Zhou to help him change his posture.He swallowed the words without leaving his mouth, which made people even more annoying.The doctor gave him an extra dose of medicine, and the white injection was quickly mixed into the infusion bottle, dissolved and disappeared.

Cheng Xirong felt that his eyelids were a little heavy and it was difficult to hold on, and he had to blink desperately.Fu Zhou was lying on the side of the bed, staring at him all the time, making him feel a little uneasy.Cheng Xirong raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids, but was stopped by Fu Zhou in mid-air.

It stands to reason that the previous heat should have dissipated.But in fact, Cheng Xirong felt that it just extended from the skin down, penetrated into the musculoskeletal, and then burned down.Being held by Fu Zhou again, the heat seemed to come alive, and it found its owner, and had a new feeling.

Cheng Xirong felt that if he stimulated him a few more times, he might really need another first aid.

Thinking about it this way, there is still a time when I am so controlled by others?How many intimate and explicit scenes have been filmed, and I can't stand it just by rubbing my wrists?The qualitative is too bad too bad!

Sure enough, if the body is not good, people will be weak.Everything has a root, cause and effect can be found.It was a good thing to have an accidental attack this time, it solved the problem in the chest cavity, and saved the trouble in bigger occasions in the future.

In the future, you need to keep fit, exercise well, and be full of energy.

When Cheng Xirong was distracted, Fu Zhou stuffed his hand under the thin sheet and moved forward: "Don't rub your eyes. Go to sleep when you're sleepy. The doctor said to add some sedative medicine."

Without staying any longer, Fu Zhou withdrew his hand, and kept leaning forward, without sitting back.

Cheng Xirong's eyelids were sore, and he wanted to raise his hand, but he forcibly held back the movement.He blinked a few more times, a little confused: "I just wanted to tell you something... forgot."

Fu Zhou frowned: "I'll ask again when I think about it."

Cheng Xirong's brain was short-circuited, and he felt that something was wrong with what he said, but he didn't think of it when he was stunned.He put this weird feeling aside, and heard Fu Zhou tell him about the business.After hearing half of it, Cheng Xirong fell asleep.When he woke up again, Wu Minmin was beside him, saying that Fu Zhou would stay here until dark before leaving.

Cheng Xirong once again lamented this "unfilial son", and forgot the strange feeling before falling asleep.It wasn't until the next day, when he heard the latest "Entertainment Frontline" from the tablet next door, that he finally understood where Fu Zhou's words were wrong.

He was hospitalized for nine days, and spent the previous week in a coma. When people came to visit him, he could barely speak a few words to people, but it didn't take long for him to be too tired to speak.After the first week, he got better. Usually, he can be discharged from the hospital at this time after the operation. He has crossed a boundary. He is a little energetic at the beginning, and he can sit up and sit for a while.

He is a restless person, and he wants to find something to do when he has a little energy.At this time, he realized that his mobile phone was not there.Wu Minmin said that he was left on the set, maybe he was still in the crew, so the set manager found it and brought it to him.As a result, the mobile phone has not been found, and the doctor warned him to rest for a few days and not to indulge in the Internet.

It can be regarded as cutting off his right to use electronic products in a disguised form, and cutting off his understanding of external information.It was hard to bear, Fu Zhou came, he took a dose of calmness, and fell asleep.Another day later, I was lying on the bed so idle that I asked Wu Minmin for a mobile phone or a tablet, but there was none.Wu Minmin brought him the script and told him to read it when he was free.

As a result, at noon, the daughter in the next bed came to deliver meals, and turned on her mobile phone to watch entertainment news.Cheng Xirong heard about the re-casting of "Our".

Cheng Xirong looked at the script next to the pillow, and instantly understood.

No wonder Fu Zhou never showed up.He also comforted himself that he was afraid of trouble, and never thought that he was afraid that he would ask about the crew.The thing that felt weird before was that he forgot what he wanted to say, and he directly used the word "ask" without beginning or end, and it was also because of this.

There is a new measurement behind the scenes, and you still coax me to read the script?

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