Perfect Two

The scene stalemate for a while.If Fu Zhou really said "I didn't mean it that way", Cheng Xirong's arrogance would definitely be aroused, and he would make a fool of himself based on reason.

But now Fu Zhou said that he does not regard himself as his own, his territory is his and has nothing to do with him.The small flame burning in Cheng Xirong's heart was extinguished, and the whole person was calm and thoughtful: "Indeed. I have no right to interfere with his life."

It was his house, and he was just borrowing it.

Cheng Xirong wondered how this person could be so stupid, and found it funny, but at the same time a little disappointed.But he couldn't get angry, what he said was right and very reasonable, it was because he took himself too seriously.In this case, he should be angry, not himself.

I am lost.

But what to do next... It's a bit embarrassing...

If I had to say it, I should have left in a fit of anger and brought Uncle Tian with me.After all, the reason was to sober up Uncle Tian, ​​and he had to support the scene, so of course he couldn't leave Uncle Tian behind.But... where?

Cheng Xirong himself has no place to stay, and adding a drunk old man, isn't this a joke!

For a while, he couldn't care how lost he was, Cheng Xirong was now filled with embarrassment, his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

In the end, Fu Zhou took a step back and stood in front of Cheng Xirong, still holding his breath and asking, "Are you angry?"

Cheng Xirong got a vent, and cooperated very well, giving a cold response: "Yeah."

It is similar to Fu Zhou's "yes".

Fu Zhou asked again: "Do I need to take medicine?"

I'm not angry either... If you take too much medicine, there shouldn't be any problem, right?Cheng Xirong weighed it up, and felt that in order to frighten Fu Zhou, taking medicine for nothing would be insane.Your body is yourself, so of course you have to cherish it yourself.

Besides, how could you scare him after taking a medicine?Use reason to deal with the situation in front of him, he has said that kind of thing, and even the territory is clearly divided, does he really care about his own health?

Don't be too sentimental.This habit is not good.

So Cheng Xirong replied, "No need."

He felt like a student at this time, childish and funny.Just as he was about to find the root of this thought, he heard Fu Zhou say, "Then can I go back by myself?"

Cheng Xirong looked up.What?Where are you going?

Fu Zhou continued: "You go back first, I will take Yang Tian home."

???

Had a fight, or the original plan?How did Fu Zhou's brain grow?When nothing happened?

Cheng Xirong blurted out: "Where are you going back? Back to your house? That's your house, I dare not mess around."

Fu Zhou: "Yes. It's my house, I invite you to be a guest."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou had already ignored him, turned around and walked towards Uncle Tian, ​​leaving only his back.All I could see was Uncle Tian, ​​his eyes fell on Fu Zhou's face, his face was still so red, but the light in his eyes gradually faded.In the end, Uncle Tian's expression became calm, and there was a kind of coldness between his brows and eyes.

These two people are connected, where is there any business for me?

Cheng Xirong returned home resentfully, but was stopped by the security guard when he passed by the guard, and wanted to give him something.Cheng Xirong thought for a while: "You guys split up, I don't need it anymore."

The security guard looked blank: "Is that yours? Two big bags of fruits and vegetables."

"Well. You don't need to cook, you can eat it."

Just kidding, you are a guest, what else do you cook?

Cheng Xirong sat down in the living room in an orderly manner, wondering if he was in a daze?In the past, when I heard someone talking to me like that, I would definitely explode.He wouldn't just turn around and leave in a fit of anger, he wasn't that cowardly, and he wouldn't admit defeat.

After getting along for so long, put on a stranger's face with me?Then I will use my actions to prove that I am not a stranger.Everything that should be done will not be left behind. In this home, even if you are not the owner, you are definitely not here as a guest.

But what's going on now?Really acted as a guest.

Cheng Xirong stayed on the sofa for four hours.Fu Zhou's face was gloomy. As soon as he entered the door, he threw the car keys on the chest of drawers in the entrance, and said directly, "Come and talk."

Just right.

Cheng Xirong responded, "Okay, let's talk."

Only when Fu Zhou came up to him did he find that Cheng Xirong was sitting upright, with his back straight, completely different from his usual slack and cartilage.Fu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the single sofa next to him.

This is angry, keep your distance.We all know each other well, so there is no need to say some things.Fu Zhou could see it clearly, but he didn't make it clear.

Saved the useless steps, Cheng Xirong thought, let's talk about it.So he directly asked: "Did Yang Tian adopt you?"

Fu Zhou: "..."

Cheng Xirong laughed: "Don't you want to talk?"

Fu Zhou: "...I didn't expect you to ask this."

Cheng Xirong asked back: "Then we still talk about it?"

Fu Zhou was very honest: "I don't want to talk about it..."

With such sincerity, he was actually unwilling to make things difficult for him... Cheng Xirong sighed, and the breath in his chest dissipated, and he also relaxed.Arch your back and slump your shoulders a little.

Fu Zhou looked up, with a little panic in his eyes.He spoke faster than usual, and he came out of his brain: "You can ask another question."

"Like?"

Fu Zhou thought for a while: "For example, the bank card thing."

"What's the answer?"

"I took it away. I sent it back to Yang Tian."

Cheng Xirong didn't speak.Fu Zhou said what he wanted to say, and then explained: "He called me today and said he wanted to sit down. It happened that Su Minglin called me and said you went back."

Cheng Xirong sighed again: "I really can't figure out the reason."

Fu Zhou became even more nervous, his voice tensed into a tight line: "I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"But what you're doing now is blocking things between me and him, right? It's me, do you understand?"

Fu Zhou was silent for a long time, and then said in a muffled voice: "You are with me. You can get close to him, but I have to keep in touch with you."

Cheng Xirong had a small ball hanging from the tip of his heart, flicked and swung from one side to the other.

As if resigned to his fate, Fu Zhou added in a broken sentence: "I have no choice."

The string that tied the ball broke and the ball fell.It has been falling westward, and the bells inside are ringing chaotically.

Such a big man, how can he feel wronged like a child?What about the momentum of "you can continue to be angry if you are not angry to death" just now?Swallowed it all down and digested it?

Cheng Xirong sighed for the third time, and suddenly realized that Fu Zhou was not necessarily the one who broke the pot.Maybe even myself.

There is no other way.The person in front of him looked at him pitifully like a big dog, speaking in a language he was not good at.

"I can't leave you."

It's not that I don't want to.is not possible.

No matter how hard-hearted Cheng Xirong was, he was melted away.

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