Perfect Two

During Cheng Xirong's surgery, a gastric tube was inserted. Since then, his appetite has been poor.It was a rare day that he actually felt hungry, so Fu Zhou said he would take him to eat porridge.Cheng Xirong leaned back in his chair and instructed Fu Zhou to turn on the radio.

Fu Zhou did so.

Cheng Xirong felt hot again, so he asked Fu Zhou to turn on the air conditioner.Fu Zhou turned on the air conditioner in the car, stretched out his hand, and turned off the wind blade on Cheng Xirong's side.

Cheng Xirong looked at his side face: "So cute."

Fu Zhou's expression was slightly restrained.

I heard Cheng Xirong add another sentence: "It's nothing more than raising a golden retriever."

Fu Zhou: "...I don't think you can talk anymore."

Cheng Xirong became happy.Fu Zhou's expression was also very gentle, and that little smile continued, hidden between his brows and eyes.

After driving for a while, I bumped into a car at the school gate, and both sides stopped.Fu Zhou frowned, and said in a low voice, "Whose license plate does it belong to?"

Cheng Xirong was resting with his eyes closed, but he wanted to refute after hearing this. He is not the computer of the DMV, so how could he know so much.When he opened his eyes and looked over, he sneered, "The road to Yuanjia is narrow!"

Fu Zhou: "I seem to have seen it before. From the circle?"

Cheng Xirong: "Feng Yi's."

Fu Zhou's expression immediately turned cold, and the atmosphere was all gone, and the atmosphere was a bit stalemate.Two seconds later, Fu Zhou suddenly changed gears and stepped on the accelerator.

Cheng Xirong was startled, quickly grabbed the armrest, put one hand on the glove box, and looked at Fu Zhou in horror: "What are you doing?"

Only then did Fu Zhou wake up, the hostility on his face gradually receded, he changed the brakes, and barely stopped in front of the opponent's car.It was only a punch away, and it was about to hit it.

The people in the other car were also frightened, they first stepped back a little, and then pushed open the driver's door.Fu Zhou didn't speak, and he followed as much as the other party retreated, which was still within a punch's distance.

Cheng Xirong's heart tensed, seeing that although his expression was gloomy, it was still different from just now, so he felt relieved a little.There are two extremes in Fu Zhou's work. He knows how to measure, and everything is done perfectly without any mistakes.Otherwise, you can do whatever you want, with no rules at all, and it all depends on your mood.

If Cheng Xirong was not in the car, he would have to do as he pleases.Fortunately, Cheng Xirong followed, otherwise there would be another big news today.

The driver of the other party saw this posture, but before one foot came out, he shrank back again.The confrontation lasted for half a minute, probably because they were talking inside, and then the other party reversed the car directly, and stopped on the side of the road after a long distance.

Only then did Cheng Xirong let out a breath: "Are you trying your best to take me with you?"

Fu Zhou mumbled, and it took him a long time to feel a little embarrassed: "I forgot."

"It's good to forget."

Fu Zhou walked out along the narrow driveway, holding the steering wheel with one hand and rolling down the window with the other hand.Passing shoulder to shoulder with Feng Yi's car, just showing his face, turned slightly to the side, and gave him a cold look.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

What a provocation!

Cheng Xirong's cell phone rang, and the words "Feng Yi" were displayed on the screen.Cheng Xirong cut off the phone and turned it off.He looked back at Fu Zhou: "You are also strange, you really don't care when you become paranoid."

Fu Zhou: "I really don't remember."

Cheng Xirong asked him again: "Even if you forgot that there was a heart patient in the car, you didn't expect this rookie competition to be Cheng Xirong's last wish? If you bump into it here, it will still be Feng Yi. What will be the impact?"

Fu Zhou fell silent.

Cheng Xirong thought he was talking about it, so he sighed helplessly: "I really don't know what you think. You really read his words, and you don't even realize that?"

Fu Zhou turned his head and took a look this way.The eyes are a bit resentful, but also endlessly clear, they all know, but the other party doesn't know that they know.

The two were thinking completely different things.But the conversation can go on.

Cheng Xirong couldn't help but continued: "And ah! Even if you want to hit him, why don't you just tell me?"

With an expression of "as expected", Fu Zhou glanced at it again reluctantly.This is too similar to the person in his memory, and his behavior just caters to someone's preferences, which is his temper.

Fu Zhou said sincerely: "I will tell you in advance next time."

Cheng Xirong: "Yes, let me go down first, and deal with him as you like."

Fu Zhou: "...won't you experience it together?"

Cheng Xirong said very modestly: "Forget it. With my body, the excitement from outside is just right."

The two of them were so poor that they drank a few more mouthfuls of porridge at noon.After returning home, Cheng Xirong turned on the phone, and many text messages came in instantly, half of which were sent by Feng Yi.

Cheng Xirong didn't even look at it, and directly deleted it in batches, and deleted the others by mistake.Cheng Xirong went out to look for Fu Zhou with his mobile phone: "Can the deleted text messages come back?"

Fu Zhou was holding the computer and preparing to do something, picked up the phone and asked, "SMS or WeChat?"

"Short message."

Fu Zhou turned around and went to the living room, put the computer on the small dining table, and switched on the power.Cheng Xirong moved a small bench and sat on the side to watch.Fu Zhou glanced at him while waiting for the machine to turn on: "Aren't you tired?"

"You find it for me first."

Fu Zhou got up and went to the room to find a data cable and connect it to the computer: "Try it. You should be able to find it."

Cheng Xirong cupped his face and chatted with him: "When I was in school, my parents wanted me to learn a computer, programming or something."

Fu Zhou reminded: "You are also going to school now."

In exchange for Cheng Xirong's strange silence.Fu Zhou changed his words and asked, "Why didn't you learn?"

Just distracted, what Cheng Xirong was talking about was actually his own business, not Pan Nanxing's.His parents always felt that being an actor would not last him a lifetime, and that he had to have other professional qualities, so they wanted him to choose a major in programming and economics.It's a pity that the manager disagreed, saying that radiation damages the skin and also affects the body.

Cheng Xirong said: "I heard people say that if you watch too much computer, you will become ugly."

Fu Zhou: "... What basis?"

"There is no basis. It probably means that programming will be very busy, and there will be no time to take care of myself." There is also no time to take plays and run announcements.

"It's good not to learn. It's good now."

Cheng Xirong just chatted without much emotion, so he asked him casually, "Why do you study directing?"

"I like it." Fu Zhou paused and asked, "Whose text message?"

"I don't know. I just glanced at it and ordered it wrong."

Fu Zhou was typing something on the keyboard, and then moved the touchpad after a while.As a middle-aged man, Cheng Xirong actually doesn't know much about these electronic products.Feng Yi isn't too keen on these things either. The two of them don't know what new features the phone usually has. They only find it rare when they see the assistant use it one day.

If there is a problem with the mobile phone, it is mostly left to the assistant to solve it.When I can't find an assistant, I don't bother to think about it myself.

It still is, too lazy to think about it.

But luckily someone is there.

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