Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong suddenly remembered that the conversation he had with Fu Zhou during the day was a bit abnormal.He made Wu Yanshu's insanity annoyed him, and he said harshly that he wanted to bring out the orange so that he could slap Wu Yanshu in the face.This led to the later words, which were a bit of a complaint.

People are irrational when they are emotional, and they don't care about what they say.It wasn't until the dead of night that he realized that what he was talking about were all secrets in the circle!Things that most artists don't know.I heard this because I was close to Zhou Sheng and Feng Yi was undercover in Xingchen

Especially Zhou Sheng's strategic adjustment.This is considered to be a major decision-making arrangement for the company. Even if the people below can see it, it is impossible to feel it so clearly.

But Cheng Xirong talked eloquently and clearly...

This is very strange.However, Fu Zhou didn't ask himself where he knew it!This is even more strange!

It cannot be assumed that it was relayed by "Cheng Xirong".With my current status, I am a 19-year-old kid. Where did I have the face to listen to such deep gossip in the circle?Cheng Xirong is not such an old lady, telling a child about these things.

And my tone is not a paraphrase at all, it is true, just like I have experienced it myself.Otherwise, he is bragging and pretending to be big.

In short, everything revealed unreasonableness, but Fu Zhou didn't expose himself!

The bad premonition in Cheng Xirong's mind became stronger.He turned over and looked at Fu Zhou's on the opposite side, his heart was beating up and down, which was unexpectedly clear in the middle of the night.

What is this called... Even though the distance is so close, the words are contained in the chest cavity, and you can ask them with your mouth.But he didn't say it, and he didn't say it himself.

Play dumb, okay?Do you think you are deaf?Or are you blind?

Cheng Xirong fell asleep while thinking about this question. When he woke up in the morning, he saw Fu Zhou kneeling by the bed, holding his mobile phone to check his pulse.After sleeping all night, Fu Zhou's hair was messed up, and he couldn't see any shape anymore.

This looks like some kind of vagabond singer.Cheng Xirong couldn't help laughing, thinking that if he is dumb, he should be dumb, and it doesn't feel too bad to be able to laugh at him at such a close distance.

With a helpless expression on his face, Fu Zhou reset the stopwatch to zero: "Don't stop for a while, I'll finish the test for you."

Cheng Xirong: "I just laughed, what else does it affect you?"

Fu Zhou didn't say what the impact was, just stared at the phone, stopped after a minute, turned around and counted in the small book.Cheng Xirong sat up lazily, yawned and asked, "How much?"

"63, normal."

Cheng Xirong wakes up early and lacks energy, gets up slowly to wash, and chews for a long time after eating, the whole person is half a beat behind.After Fu Zhou finished eating first, he set up the computer across the dining table, staring at the screen with a solemn face.

Cheng Xirong tore the bread into small pieces like playing with a toy, but didn't put it in his mouth.Fu Zhou looked over, a little helpless: "You make cat food?"

"It's too dry, I can't eat it. I want to eat noodle soup."

Fu Zhou: "Let's save it. Make it and don't eat it, I'll take care of it."

Cheng Xirong can't eat much in the morning, a glass of milk is enough.But sometimes he is greedy and always wants to eat something salty.At first, Fu Zhou made dumplings for him, and once again got up early to make dumplings for him, but he ate three.

Fu Zhou added: "Put it in the sink after drinking."

Cheng Xirong held a milk glass: "This is different from what was agreed! Didn't you say that you can order food?"

"You have to eat after ordering."

Cheng Xirong pondered for a while: "I'll do it myself. Don't move! You're busy with your work. I don't believe it. What's so difficult about cooking?"

As a result, the oil was poured into the hot pan, and the water in it had not yet boiled dry, and the oil stars flew up and flew around.Cheng Xirong was so startled that he threw away the spatula, covered his chest and leaned against the glass sliding door and called Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou was more frightened than Cheng Xirong himself. First he carried the man out and threw him on the sofa, then took the medicine from the tea table and stuffed it into Cheng Xirong's mouth.

"Swallow it. Swallow it quickly."

Cheng Xirong was just frightened, but his heart was fine, and he didn't have colic or chest tightness or suffocation.On the contrary, it was Fu Zhou's current posture that made his breathing a bit difficult - Cheng Xirong was lying on his back, and Fu Zhou was above him, who... straddled him.

No, no, no sitting.Just cross.

But... Although he didn't sit down, this relative gesture was really ambiguous.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhou didn't realize it, and even moved his hand deep, and put his palm on Cheng Xirong's chest, his eyes fixed on Cheng Xirong's expression: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Does it hurt? Breathing? The door is not stuffy." ?”

Cheng Xirong blinked: "It hurts...it's a bit boring. Help me rub it."

Fu Zhou was at a loss for what to do. He was just about to make a circle, but he was worried that his strength was too strong and there would be some sequelae.There is an artificial thing here, if you knead it, will it be misplaced?Will it break apart?Are there other effects?There are still steel nails on his sternum, have the bones grown well?The doctor was not asked if he could apply such external force.

Cheng Xirong was looking forward to it, but before Fu Zhou hesitated to come up with a trick, the phone rang...

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Don't let me know who's calling!

Fu Zhou shuddered, belatedly realizing his posture, and was embarrassed for two seconds at first.Fortunately, the ringtone reminds people, so it doesn't give people too much time to ponder.Fu Zhou got off Cheng Xirong in a panic, tripped with his left foot and knocked on the coffee table with his right foot.

Cheng Xirong lay on the sofa and reminded disappointedly: "The fire is not turned off yet."

Then I heard Fu Zhou running towards the kitchen.After waiting for a while, the ringing was cut off, and it was Fu Zhou who picked it up.After another half-minute pause, Fu Zhou came back and stretched out his cell phone with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Your cell phone..."

Then what are you doing so actively! ?

Cheng Xirong first glanced at the name on the screen, very good, Su Minglin.

Su Minglin had no idea what he had sabotaged, so he simply finished his business with Cheng Xirong, said "See you at school" and hung up the phone.Fu Zhou cleaned up the spatula and the overturned oil pot in the kitchen.With his back to the living room, he couldn't see his expression.

All right.Thanks for having this phone.Otherwise the house might burn down.

Cheng Xirong found a reason for himself, took a deep breath, gave that breath to Shunping, and stood up.Fu Zhou came out of the kitchen after hearing the commotion, his expression was very calm, no fluctuations or abnormalities could be seen.Cheng Xirong couldn't guess whether he recovered in a short time, or whether his face didn't change at all.

Unknown.

Without waiting for Fu Zhou to ask, Cheng Xirong said directly: "Su Minglin told me to go to school. The school and the competition organizing committee have to arrange the next step."

Fu Zhou took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "I'll take you there."

As always, nothing has changed.

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