Perfect Two

After Su Minglin asked, he regretted it. He wanted to find something to remedy, but he uttered baldly: "You don't care if you go to the hospital, this is not his style of doing things."

It would be too obvious to say "he is busy". Su Minglin has known Fu Zhou much longer than Cheng Xirong.Su Minglin must have a deeper understanding of Fu Zhou.

As a result, Cheng Xirong didn't know what to say and fell silent.

Unexpectedly, the little boss would acquiesce, and Su Minglin was also a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say next.Do you ask him why?I am not very familiar with the little boss, so asking too many questions seems to be nosy.Or do you say "don't argue with senior brother"?I don't even know anything, and I don't have a target for persuasion.Su Minglin thought for a while, then fell silent.

The driver had just been bullied by Cheng Xirong, and he was also concentrating on driving, also silent.

The eerie atmosphere continued until the destination.Cheng Xirong took out the key and opened the door, Su Minglin followed in and saw the senior standing at the door of the projection room.

Su Minglin: "...Brother, what are you doing?"

Cheng Xirong followed and glanced over there. Fu Zhou maintained a twisted posture, as if he was preparing for some strenuous exercise.But before it was deployed, it was frozen in place, even the expression was stuck.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

He was bored for a few days and ignored people, ate and drank little, and didn't move.As soon as he left, he had fun?How about preparing for heaven at home?

how?Did I affect his performance at home?But I won't go either!It's exhausting here, and I don't want to leave if I have money to buy a house!

Cheng Xirong looked away, with an expressionless face, entered the room indifferently, and slammed the door behind him.He didn't move when he entered the room, leaning against the door panel to listen to the movement outside.

Su Minglin spoke first, with a slightly awkward tone, as if explaining, and said, "The little boss is not feeling well."

There was no response from Fu Zhou.

"Senior brother, you are really serious, no matter how much you quarrel, you can't let him go to the hospital for an examination alone! What if something happens, how dangerous is it?"

Su Minglin's voice got farther and farther away, and the footsteps belonged to two people, heading towards the kitchen.The downward sound could no longer be heard, and Cheng Xirong felt that he was old enough to still do this kind of eavesdropping...

so childish...

He let out a breath, left the door panel, and hung the bag on the hanger.Cheng Xirong stood by the bed and looked around, but couldn't lie down after doing mental training several times.I just came back from outside, my body is dirty and smells like sweat.Let alone going to the hospital today, I really can't bear not taking a shower.

This psychological construction is also useless, it is no match for the living habits of so many years.Cheng Xirong had no choice but to change his psychological construction and let himself go out to face Fu Zhou without showing any emotion.

As a result, when he walked to the bathroom door and saw Fu Zhou squatting beside the bathtub in a daze, he didn't know what to do for himself.The sound of running water was still there, and Fu Zhou was wearing a gray vest with his back arched. Two shadows were cast by the butterfly bones, highlighting the sharp edges.The vest is rolled up and attached to the body, framing the lower back.

Cheng Xirong stood still at the door, his eyes fixed on Fu Zhou's waistline, and he could see the accumulation of power in it through a layer of fabric - it was brewing little by little, just like his expression, from the initial carelessness At the beginning, it converged and became low and dull.

Cheng Xirong saw that his arm was retracting. It was resting on the wall of the bathtub before, and it flicked on the edge of the water for a while.At this time, he also stopped, with water droplets on his fingertips, and when he stood up, he fell down and melted into a pool of clear water.

Fu Zhou was a little embarrassed, such a big man, standing there, actually looked a little at a loss.The mist dissipated, floated up little by little with the sound of water, and fell on the face and hair of the person, wetting everything.

Cheng Xirong didn't look back until another drop of water fell and hit the ground, splashing and shattering.He closed the bathroom door, took two steps forward, threw the towel on the shelf, and was about to start undressing.

Fu Zhou pressed his wrist.

Cheng Xirong looked up at him, but his tone became more relaxed and provocative: "What?"

Fu Zhou paused for a moment before asking, "Shall I wash with you, or should Su Minglin come?"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou: "Don't have an accident like last time."

Cheng Xirong: "Get out. Nobody needs it."

If ordinary people have a hundred ways to spoil the fun, Fu Zhou has a thousand.These thousand kinds have the same root and origin, but in the final analysis, they are still closed eyes and ears.Cover your eyes, plug your ears, and shut your mouth, just pretend nothing happened, and it won't happen.

Cheng Xirong was a little angry.

They are all grown men, so why play hard to get?Doesn't Fu Zhou himself know that the lust in his eyes is so strong that it is almost uncontrollable?

Fu Zhou said "Then I'm at the door", and went out directly regardless of Cheng Xirong's reaction.

Just as the water was half filled, Cheng Xirong turned on the shower and rinsed it casually.The water on his body was not wiped dry, he wiped it twice randomly, and then went out wrapped in a bath towel.Fu Zhou was really at the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

When Cheng Xirong used to shoot magazines, the cameraman didn't like the gesture of crossing his chest.In their view, this is a closed and conservative state of defense, and the whole person will restrain themselves, making it unsightly to shoot.

What is Fu Zhou guarding against?

Are you afraid that I will overwhelm him?

Cheng Xirong didn't look good either, and walked directly in front of him and entered the room.

Su Minglin came out of the kitchen, looked at the door of the room strangely, and then looked at Fu Zhou: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak, and went straight into the screening room.Su Minglin followed in, and was surprised to find that there was an extra beanbag, side by side.Fu Zhou took an old one, Su Minglin sat down on the other one, and asked again: "You and the little boss are not quite right! What's wrong?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

Su Minglin: "I haven't finished talking to you just now. He asked me if I knew what 'old friend' means. I think something is wrong, because you two have been inseparable all day long, he shouldn't ask me anything , just ask you directly."

Fu Zhou: "..." I asked, but I didn't tell him...

Su Minglin pondered for a while: "Didn't you two quarrel over this matter? If you want me to say, don't be too tense. He is a patient and is in a bad mood. Let him have some. Besides, don't you know that he has Protect you more. I had a fight with the driver today."

Fu Zhou was slightly taken aback, and finally had a reaction: "What?"

Su Minglin talked about the incident in the car, and the whole day's affairs by the way, and finally commented: "People will get used to it, how well you took care of him before! You can't even bear to walk two steps away from him Walk more. As a result, there was a quarrel, and he went to the hospital for an examination, but you didn't care about it."

Fu Zhou was even more puzzled: "Didn't you accompany him there?"

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