Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong said it seriously, and suggested to his roommates that "you each have three thousand", and let them spread it out.So much so that after they left for a long time, after the roommate packed up his suitcase, he didn't react.

It is agreed that the value cannot be estimated by money? What is 9000 yuan?And, why did you spend 9000 yuan on a pile of rags?How do you feel you were cheated?But it seems to be a hole dug by myself, and I jumped into it by myself.

too weird!

And the person who took the IOU was in a good mood, and his steps became brisk along the way.The afternoon sun was hot above the head, and after walking a few steps, I was sweating, and I didn't feel tired, and I couldn't hold back the smugness at the corner of my mouth.Once this happened, even the drowsiness disappeared, and the whole person became alive.

Fu Zhou looked sideways at Cheng Xirong's expression, a little helpless: "Are you short of money?"

Cheng Xirong twirled the cigarette pack paper with his fingers, dangling in the air: "Is it necessary?"

of course not.It's just that this kind of scene is quite strange, and people who know the inside story will probably feel this way.Even Cheng Xirong himself said that this kind of behavior is really the most childish he has ever done.When he said this, he was in his own capacity.When doing things, of course it's not Pan Nanxing.

He was obviously several decades old, and the methods he used were only a thin line away from Sapo.Pan Nanxing's roommate, who is nineteen or twenty years old, is just over half of his age.In the end, if I want to care about them like this, it would be quite embarrassing for me to let people I know know.

Fu Zhou also thought of this, and always found it a little funny.But Cheng Xirong didn't know what Fu Zhou was thinking, instead he asked confidently, "Can't I want what he did?"

Fu Zhou nodded in agreement: "Yes."

If it's really Pan Nanxing... There is no difference between him and those children, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Cheng Xirong patted Fu Zhou's chest: "You heard what he said about credit cards, they are all lies to you. He is a second-generation rich man, and [-] is his pocket money for a month. Did you see what cigarettes he smoked?" ?”

Withdrawing his hand, the piece of paper from the cigarette pack remained on his chest. Fu Zhou raised his hand to catch the tattered piece of paper, looked at it, and put it in his pocket.

Cheng Xirong exclaimed, "Hey, my money!"

"Buy you medicine."

Before the words finished, Fu Zhou stopped, thinking about something.

Cheng Xirong kicked him habitually: "What are you thinking?"

"Since he has money, wouldn't it be over by direct transfer? What kind of note is it? Are you planning to see him again?"

Cheng Xirong laughed sullenly: "Are you really planning to ask for this money?"

"Do not want?"

"Take a break! There is a note for him to think about for a few days, that's all. No matter how poor I am, I still have to face. I don't like thousands of dollars."

Fu Zhou didn't show any expression. He took out the piece of paper from his pocket, tore it twice, and stuffed it into the trash can next to him.Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded.Fu Zhou came back after throwing away the trash, and said solemnly, "I let him think about it, so you don't have to think about it."

It makes sense... I can't refute it...

The two of them walked a long way to the place where the shuttle bus stopped.Cheng Xirong was so hot that he was good at using his hand as a fan, Fu Zhou moved to the side, barely blocking the sunlight and leaving a little shade for Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

How do you feel that this guy is becoming more and more like a loyal dog?

But a loyal dog must also conform to human relationships, right?While denying yourself, pushing yourself out.Expressing these sincerities again, the taste seems to be different.Shouldn't a loyal dog be in a relationship?What kind of loyal dog is this?

It's just regret!It's his way of expressing his guilt!

Um.It makes more sense to think so.

There are not many people on the small electric car. At this time, the students hide in the dormitory or classroom to cool off, and no one comes out to bask in the sun.The car that can seat eight or nine people is very loose. Excluding the two of them, only the couple in the front is left.

Cheng Xirong enjoyed the human-shaped parasol with peace of mind, and sat comfortably at the door.The guard is still blocking the car.When Cheng Xirong passed by the door guard, he heard the other party take a breath, and then looked at Fu Zhou a few more times.

Fu Zhou returned a look, quite angry and angry.The guard made him look puzzled, waved his hand to direct the vehicles behind, and watched Fu Zhou pass by.

Cheng Xirong laughed again: "You may have been recognized."

Fu Zhou: "Are you embarrassed to laugh?"

"Why can't I laugh?"

"Who am I for?"

After blurting out a sentence, both of them were silent, and then turned away at the same time, watching the scenery of the two scenes - only the sun was shining on the ground, it was too bright, reflecting dazzling light.The trees, flowers and plants all looked gray, hidden behind the sun, and there was nothing to see.

At the end, Fu Zhou gave a dry cough and asked, "Go home?"

Cheng Xirong walked down the slope: "Go to the studio and have a look."

"Aren't you tired?"

Cheng Xirong had already opened the car door, and when Fu Zhou entered, he turned on the air conditioner to cool down, and hid himself in the shade.Seeing Fu Zhou's face sweating from the heat in the car, and seeing him carelessly lift up his clothes and wipe his face, Cheng Xirong always felt a little uncomfortable.

No matter what excuse you say, it's just self-comfort.What the truth looks like, neither of them is a fool, can feel it.

But Cheng Xirong just didn't quite understand, what was Fu Zhou's purpose?Follow your word and do whatever you want.Just because I carried the name "Cheng Xirong" on my back?

It can't be so firm, can it?

The temperature inside the car dropped rapidly, Fu Zhou told Cheng Xirong to get in the car, interrupting Cheng Xirong's conjecture.It seems that if you go down a little bit, you can touch something crucial.Once disconnected, it cannot be connected again.

Cheng Xirong got into the co-pilot, first took out a tissue and pasted it on his face, and paused for half a second to wipe off the sweat.By the time Fu Zhou started to turn around, he already had a normal expression, and he had nothing left.

Fu Zhou looked around and asked, "Do you really need to rest?"

"No. It's more comfortable to move around."

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Cheng Xirong just remembered, went to search for the medicine box in the bag, and climbed to the back seat to get a bottle of mineral water.The water was scalding hot in the car, he touched it and threw it back, and picked up the half bottle of drink left over from lunch.

"I drank your Coke."

Fu Zhou squinted over, his eyes stayed on Cheng Xirong's lips, and his own words became: "Can Coke drink medicine?"

"Just drink it in."

Fu Zhou withdrew his gaze, and his eyes no longer looked at the mouth of the bottle, nor did they look at Cheng Xirong.

The hot summer is almost over, and the following autumn and winter are very exciting.More meaningful than any previous year.

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