Perfect Two

I didn't look at it for a day, and Cheng Xirong couldn't bear it just after one o'clock.Su Minglin was still working hard, staring at the big screen, then turned his head and said: "This can actually be exaggerated, but it's not the director's fault, the book itself has flaws."

Cheng Xirong was originally leaning on the back of the chair on a soft couch, but now he simply leaned back with his head tilted, without any energy.Fu Zhou called Su Minglin in a low voice across his seat, "I'm taking him back."

Su Minglin was immersed in a long shot, his ears turned sideways, and his eyes were still fixed on the screen: "Huh? What?"

When Fu Zhou pulled Cheng Xirong to stand up, Su Minglin came to his senses and looked sideways: "Leave?"

"Well. You see."

Su Minglin was a little regretful: "It is said that good movies are ranked at the bottom."

Fu Zhou didn't say much, shook his head, walked out with his waist bowed, asking the moviegoers to "give way" along the way, and squeezed Cheng Xirong out from between the knees with Cheng Xirong.

When he was going out, he met a person holding up his mobile phone to this side, Cheng Xirong turned his face slightly, and did not have time to avoid it.Fu Zhou took a step behind and stood in front of him, turning his head to look at the person who took the sneak shot.

It might not be appropriate to say "sneak shot".After the other party finished taking pictures, she still stood where she was. Seeing Fu Zhou looking at her, she raised her hand to say hello to Fu Zhou.It looks like a student dressed up, carrying a backpack, holding a book in addition to a mobile phone.

Fu Zhou lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to take care of it?"

Cheng Xirong exhaled and shook his head: "Forget it. It just so happens that I have rested for so many days, I should find something to do."

Fu Zhou frowned, as if he had thought of something.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be unhappy. There is no exposure, no topic, what are you going to do?"

This is still the problem... Cheng Xirong promised Fu Zhou that he would not let Feng Yi become a shareholder and not use Feng Yi's money, but it did not mean that he would give up his marketing strategy.This cannot be let go at all.Otherwise, the two of them would have no back and no power, and it would be impossible for them to rely on their strength to get ahead.

Cheng Xirong tapped Fu Zhou's chest again: "You pushed my drama, you should have thought of the consequences. Listen to you once, and listen to me this time. There is no room for rebuttal."

Fu Zhou had no choice but to let out a breath: "I didn't say anything."

"You're thinking about it."

Anyway, it's all his reasoning, it's unreasonable.Fu Zhou walked with him to the shoulder of the road, found a shaded place for Cheng Xirong to wait, and drove over by himself.There were flower beds around the tree, Cheng Xirong didn't mind it, and sat down directly.

The girl who just patted him came over, smiling with crooked eyes, looking hearty and open.Cheng Xirong looked up, and the girl asked, "Are you the little boss?"

Cheng Xirong is wearing a mask, the original intention is to prevent the spread of bacteria in crowded and closed spaces.He is currently in poor health and has no resistance to viruses such as influenza.If you really have a cold or a fever, you can't take many medicines, and it will be a lot of trouble.

Being asked such a question by the girl, it seemed that he deliberately hid himself from reporters and fans.

Cheng Xirong shook his head.

The place was a little dazed, staring into Cheng Xirong's eyes for a long time, frowning and muttering: "That's right?! I've seen your photos, you don't have to lie to me."

Cheng Xirong said, "I'm Nanlu." Not some small boss.

The girl was startled by his voice, and she couldn't ask directly, so she changed the subject and said, "Are you in good health?"

Cheng Xirong was put on a ventilator in the hospital, and his vocal cords were damaged.It stands to reason that it will take more than 20 days, and he should recover, but all the common sense is unreasonable for him, and he has to be pushed back for a while.Up to now, his voice is still a little hoarse, more because of lack of breath, low voice, and trembling.Together, at first glance, they sound like old people.

Cheng Xirong still shook his head.

The girl was taken aback, probably because she didn't expect him to give such a response.Generally speaking, don't you just want to be polite, isn't it much better?Then exchange some pleasantries and say something like "Thank you for your concern".

The conversation got stuck, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Most of Cheng Xirong's face was covered under the mask, leaving a pair of slightly sunken eyes, and his voice was muffled inside: "Is there something wrong?"

This look is really not a good look... I have seen people who are thin, but it is rare to see such a thin person with stiff shoulders.The eyes are bright, but they are also too thin, so the eye sockets look shriveled, and even the double eyelids are very wide, with a faint trend of three layers.It doesn't look like a plump 19-year-old at all.

The girl couldn't bear to make too many demands, so she asked cautiously, "Can I sign it?"

Cheng Xirong laughed: "Why do you want my autograph? I'm not a big star."

The atmosphere calmed down a little.The girl was originally a cheerful person, so she smiled and said, "I'm a fan! And I watched your short video yesterday! It's really great! It's the best in the same period! Give me an autograph, I will treasure it!"

Cheng Xirong took the pen and notebook and said, "I'm not very strong, and the pen will change. In the future, someone will say that you are a model, so don't rely on me."

Indeed, this hand hadn't held a brush for a while, and it was ill again, and the strokes alone could be seen as frivolous.The girl didn't care, she put it away happily, and asked Cheng Xirong for a group photo.

It just so happened that Fu Zhou had already driven his car in, stopped at the side of the road, and lowered the window to look out.Cheng Xirong glanced over there, stood up slowly, and said to the girl apologetically, "Next time."

What else does the girl want to say.Fu Zhou had already got out of the car, ran to Cheng Xirong's side in two or three steps, and pushed the girl away.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

A few steps away, it's not impossible to walk, so I can't be so cautious.But it can't show it yet, which makes people feel strange.

Cheng Xirong nodded at the girl, followed Fu Zhou and walked past her.Fu Zhou opened the door for him, and after he sat down, closed the door for him, and then walked around to the driver's seat.

Cheng Xirong waited for him to sit in before sighing: "I feel like you are a little eunuch!"

Fu Zhou: "Who is that?"

Cheng Xirong turned his head and glanced out the window. The girl was frantically pressing her phone with her head down, and she probably wanted to share it on social networks.

"A fan."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Cheng Xirong smiled and slapped him on the arm: "What's wrong? I can't have fans anymore?"

Fu Zhou: "I didn't say anything."

Cheng Xirong: "I will beat you only if you don't speak!"

Fu Zhou took a breath, and looked puzzled: "Tell me, why are you different from before after you got sick?"

"Why is it different?"

Fu Zhou summed it up succinctly: "There are many problems."

Cheng Xirong: "...are you still talking properly?"

There was a smile between Fu Zhou's brows and eyes, which was full of warmth.Rare, but beautiful.

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