Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong couldn't tell what happened afterwards, he didn't accept Fu Zhou's apology, and he didn't intend to let it go.But Fu Zhou stayed in the hospital, taking care of everything, big and small.

It might be because Fu Zhou's wrist hurt the next day, so he took a film examination at the nearest provincial hospital, and the conclusion was: ligament injury.The cause of the disease is biting by an unknown object.

Su Minglin came to the hospital to eat fruit, read the report, and held back his laughter all morning.In the end, Cheng Xirong's face turned dark, and Fu Zhou drove Su Minglin away, and said with a gloomy face, "He is a patient, don't be mad at him!"

Cheng Xirong watched him complete the routine, and asked with a smile, "Why did Su Minglin come?"

Fu Zhou: "...I was afraid that you would kick me out, so I asked him to come here."

Feel free to say it!

Cheng Xirong didn't speak to him, and wanted to get out of bed for a walk, Fu Zhou hurriedly cleaned up the garbage Su Minglin ate, and came over to put Cheng Xirong's shoes on.Cheng Xirong sat by the bed, looked at the head in front of him, and suddenly reached out to touch it.

Fu Zhou froze in place, the shoelaces were wrapped around his fingers and couldn't be tied.

Cheng Xirong lifted Fu Zhou's hat and rubbed Fu Zhou's hair: "Show me the scar on your neck."

Fu Zhou put on the shoes for Cheng Xirong, watching him slowly get out of bed and stand firmly on the ground.Fu Zhou pulled the chair over, sat down in front of Cheng Xirong, and brushed the hair from the back of his neck.

It's still the steering wheel, black.There are a few strands of hair still falling on it, and the vision looks a little illusory and not very clear.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand to touch it, and the unevenness under his fingertips was more obvious than it looked.

"burn?"

Fu Zhou let out a "hmm" and after thinking about it, he probably felt that this answer was too little, and he needed to say more if he wanted to ask for forgiveness, so he added: "I also injured my cervical spine, and I'm fine now."

Cheng Xirong withdrew his hand as if being shocked.No wonder he said that he was lying in bed for a while and could not move, and asked others to take care of his food and drink.If the cervical spine is injured, it may be paralyzed.

He can run and jump now, and his body is strong.It's really lucky.

All talented people are the favorite of God.Cheng Xirong always thought he was lucky.

His fingers moved before he could think of it.Cheng Xirong brushed his hair back, ran his five fingers through his hair, and smoothed his hair once and for all.While doing this, the villain in Cheng Xirong's heart began to sigh, one by one, and finally dropped a sentence.

"What else can I do? If you can't drive away, that's it."

Cheng Xirong twisted a hair, pulled it off, looked at it and threw it into the trash can.After pulling four in a row, Fu Zhou turned his head quietly: "If you pull again, you will be bald."

"To shut up."

After pulling two more strands of hair, Cheng Xirong finally felt bored, and let go of Fu Zhou's hair: "Get out and eat."

After receiving the amnesty, Fu Zhou stood up from the chair, as if he had grown up, and quickly overwhelmed Cheng Xirong with his body, and his momentum also opened up.Cheng Xirong was a little disgusted, and pushed his shoulder: "Stay away from me."

Fu Zhou took a step back and said in a low voice, "I was wrong."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

It's over, the policy of coercion and intimidation seems to be a bit too much.Everyone was terrified.

But this effect only lasted for one day, and Fu Zhou immediately recovered his paralyzed and indifferent look.There is something to do, the efficiency is very high, and there is no nonsense.

The previous state disappeared so quickly that Cheng Xirong wondered if Fu Zhou's appearance of a wronged little daughter-in-law was staged.For this reason, Cheng Xirong also discussed with Fu Zhou the feasibility of finding him a supporting role.

Fu Zhou thought for a while, put on an attitude of "I'll confess some more problems to ask for forgiveness", and said to Cheng Xirong very seriously: "I can't act."

Cheng Xirong: "...I just said it casually. I really want you to act and compete with me for a job?"

Fu Zhou was still very serious. He pursed his lips and pondered for a long time. After he had done enough mental construction, he said with difficulty: "My face is stiff."

"I know your face is stiff—wait, what did you say? What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong turned back in horror, staring at Fu Zhou's face carefully.I don't know if Cheng Xirong's reaction was too big, but Fu Zhou suddenly became discouraged. The contemplation and seriousness that had been brewing before dissipated, and it was difficult to continue talking about the following words.

Just because Fu Zhou didn't talk about it doesn't mean Cheng Xirong didn't ask.On the contrary, Cheng Xirong couldn't just put it down after hearing such words with divergent space, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

"Isn't that what I thought it meant?"

Fu Zhou didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

Cheng Xirong moved closer to him cautiously: "Is it really what I think?"

Fu Zhou exhaled, took another deep breath, and then nodded.

"Snapped--"

Cheng Xirong patted Fu Zhou's chin with both hands, holding his head.This time, I just posted it directly to my face. I looked back and forth many times, and even squeezed it: "You really have plastic surgery? Why can't you see it at all?"

Fu Zhou is even more standard than the nine-headed body. He is tall, has long legs and small head, which is a very photogenic figure.His face is also small, not as soft and delicate as Pan Nanxing's. His skin is very tight, which is another kind of restrained and sharp small.But this is also very consistent with his temperament, with narrow and long eyes, a slightly pointed nose bridge, and thin lips.On the whole, there is nothing wrong with it.

Cheng Xirong couldn't remember at all, he actually had plastic surgery!

Cheng Xirong touched Fu Zhou's face with his hand for a long time, and felt that the skin under his fingers was getting hotter and hotter, so he quickly withdrew his hand: "Oh! This face that has been knifed, can't you touch it! Why is it still hot? What's the reaction?"

Fu Zhou: "...No."

Is it a good thing or a bad thing to keep your face unchanged no matter what?Drinking can't make your face look good, the heat is unbearable at the moment, and it is also said to be a plastic reaction... It is basically a physical desire reaction... Has this guy lived in vain for so many years?Don't you know that skin-to-skin contact is easy to cause accidents?

Cheng Xirong leaned forward resolutely, not daring to make a move, so he just looked at it: "It's a bit natural, right? Where did you do it?"

"foreign."

"There are a lot of adjustments in the circle, and it's quite common. But the natural ones are all fine-tuned, and the fine-tuned face is not stiff. Your face is stiff, must you have moved a lot? I can see the face that has been moved a lot. , Am I blind?"

Fu Zhou didn't reply him such a long list.

Cheng Xirong looked at it for a long time and thought to himself, "What did you look like before?"

Fu Zhou swallowed his saliva, his back was straight and his neck was stiff, and he said in a low voice, "It's almost the same as now."

Only then did Cheng Xirong separate his thoughts, and exchanged a glance with him: "Then what did you do?"

A moment of silence.

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