Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong was leaning against the head of the bed, the needle of the indwelling needle was still on the back of the hand, and the adhesive tape stuck to the skin and wrinkled up.He watched Fu Zhou put the shoes on his feet, and then watched Fu Zhou tie the shoelaces casually and tie them in a rough and rough knot.It's loose, it looks like it will open after two steps.

Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back: "Fasten it tight!"

He opened the chest, and there are steel wires in the chest cavity and drainage tubes on the skin.It is said that there is no restriction, but it often feels creepy psychologically, and many actions cannot be done.Probably because I have been lying down for too long, I feel a little dizzy just sitting up.When Fu Zhou went out to look for a wheelchair, he glanced under the bed, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

It seems that I have become a useless person, unable to do anything.

On the contrary, Fu Zhou didn't notice it. He was very comfortable doing these things, including wearing shoes.On the contrary, Cheng Xirong was more embarrassed.He hadn't taken a shower after the operation, and the nurse had wiped his hands and feet, and they weren't very clean.

Now that Fu Zhou is holding his ankle, he feels that his skin is dirty, and his hand must not feel very good.After he finished that sentence, he instinctively wanted to pull his foot out, but Fu Zhou gripped him even tighter.

"No. That's fine."

In the end, Fu Zhou didn't give Cheng Xirong a chance to walk.I thought he was going to help himself up and move into the wheelchair.Cheng Xirong supported the bed board, just about to leave the pillow.Fu Zhou suddenly bent over and approached, one arm was already on his back.

Before Cheng Xirong came back to his senses, Fu Zhou had already picked him up and turned around easily.Then leaned over and carefully placed him in the middle of the wheelchair.

The princess may be used to this kind of thing.There will still be violations now, and it makes people feel a little awkward to be treated like this as a man.But Fu Zhou hadn't had time to straighten his body, he kept bending over at [-] degrees, his breath was very close to him, and his heat was within easy reach.

This feeling has changed.There is a bit of unconcealable excitement in the reluctance, like doing something shameful and getting caught, a little excited.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand, grabbed Fu Zhou's arm, and tightened his fingers.

Just as Fu Zhou was about to get up, he paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong swallowed, and said solemnly: "You turned too fast."

Fu Zhou became nervous, let Cheng Xirong pinch himself, raised his other hand, and waved it in mid-air a few times, not knowing where it should land: "Uncomfortable?"

"Just a little bit."

Fu Zhou kept this posture and stared at Cheng Xirong for a long time.It wasn't until Cheng Xirong raised his head, grasped Fu Zhou's arm to adjust his sitting posture, and let go of his fingers that Fu Zhou was relieved.At this time, it's time to ask him if it's okay, and discuss it before going out.The words paused on the lips of the two, but neither of them spoke.

Fu Zhou took a small blanket from the hospital bed, put it on Cheng Xirong's lap, and pushed him outside.

This may be the most exciting.

The man next to the bed kept looking at them, turning his gaze away as they moved.Fu Zhou squinted at him, but he still looked over, but didn't respond.Like sleepwalking.

Outside the ward, the nurse had just changed a patient's fluid, the sound of footsteps passed by the door, gradually disappeared into the duty room.Fu Zhou pushed open the door and went out to take a look. The corridor was quiet and there was no one there.

Fu Zhou came back again, pushed the wheelchair and went out.

Fu Zhou is really good at determining things, and his ability to deal with them on the spot is too strong.He walked out without panic and dissatisfaction, his footsteps and speed were even, without any urgency.Make the thief look like he is shopping, calm and composed.

It's a pity not to act with this kind of psychological quality.

The elevator stopped on this floor. Fu Zhou pushed Cheng Xirong in after pressing it, looked around, and asked, "Would this be uncomfortable?"

Cheng Xirong turned his head and looked up: "What?"

Fortunately, the elevator occasionally uses a wheelchair bed, and the space is large enough.Fu Zhou turned Cheng Xirong to face the outside.

Cheng Xirong smiled: "Do you think it would be better for me to block it when someone grabs the bag when the elevator opens?"

Fu Zhou: "I think you may be recovering soon."

Cheng Xirong pouted.Let him say it.

On midsummer nights, after the heat of the day has subsided, the heat is lurking beneath the ground.There was still no cool breath, and Cheng Xirong couldn't see the wind, so the two found a small secluded corner and stopped.Fu Zhou put down the handbrake of the wheelchair and sat down on the opposite flower bed.

For a while, they were speechless.

It stands to reason that Cheng Xirong can have an attack at this time. There are no other patients here, so he is not afraid of disturbing anyone.Fu Zhou was right in front of him, and he could vent out what he should question, scold, and get angry with.

As a result, after the emotions were interrupted, the drums died down, leaving only a little lingering warmth.In the end, he was still hugged like that, and there was nothing left in the end.Cheng Xirong sighed, feeling more exhausted than the previous few days.

Originally, he was holding on to that breath, thinking about getting out of the hospital as soon as possible and returning to the team as soon as possible.If you delay for one more day, there will be another possibility of accidents. You can't relax, and you can't go on slowly.He raised his spirits, his body was exhausted, but the strings in his heart were always tense.

it's good now.There is no crew to let me return, no matter how fast it is, even if I go through the discharge procedures now, I can only go home and lie down.Eagerness is cut off, the tension is loosened, and the energy that lifts the spirit is gone.

Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back, and sighed again.

Fu Zhou moved forward, folded his long legs together, and raised his knees.The two were close, and he spread his legs apart to avoid Cheng Xirong's legs, showing a tolerant gesture.As long as he merged his legs slightly, he could sandwich Cheng Xirong's knee between his own.

Ambiguous and subtle.

Cheng Xirong looked up at Fu Zhou, but he still had no good temper after all: "Let go if you have something to say."

Fu Zhou moved forward again, straightened his back, and said seriously: "The company's approval has been approved, and the decoration of the studio has also been completed. There are only some soft furnishings left, and it depends on your preference."

Okay, I won't mention it, he is in a hurry.

The smile on the corner of Cheng Xirong's mouth didn't have much warmth: "That's all?"

Fu Zhou: "I wrote a new book, which can be regarded as a customized, low-cost light comedy. The preliminary framework has been completed, and I can start filling it out after adjusting it."

"Then?"

Fu Zhou paused, and continued: "I plan to regard this as the first work of our studio."

Cheng Xirong's temper was circumvented by Fu Zhou, without any sympathy: "Who's talking to you? Let's get to the point."

You can't pretend to be dead in front of Cheng Xirong.What has to be faced cannot be escaped.Fuzhu knew this, and didn't intend to just fool around like this.It's just that you always have to put something that looks good and sounds good, and when you confess your mistakes, you can add points appropriately.

Fu Zhou exhaled slowly: "This is Xie Zhiying, don't act."

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