Perfect Two

For the time being, Cheng Xirong understood this matter according to his own conjecture.He and Luo Zishu were kidnapped, and they said some explicit things as an expedient measure.As a result, the fact of the kidnapping was erased, other acts of violence were not exposed, and the obscene words of those young people were also hidden.In the end, only the words I said were released.

The psychological gap among the fans was too great, and they dropped fans one after another.Those who watched the excitement flocked to the venue, standing outside the arena and making sarcastic remarks.After arguing for a long time, someone helped to delete all the audio on the Internet, which made the fans even more angry.

This year's netizens are very concerned about "freedom of speech" and hate this kind of centralized control the most.They want an open and transparent environment, and they want everything to be laid out without any concealment.

The more suppressed, the deeper their resistance.

Cheng Xirong sighed, thinking that Fu Zhou is really not suitable for such things as publicity.He thinks about the problem too directly, and never knows that sometimes it takes a corner to do things to be effective.

How can forced deletion at this time solve it... If it is midnight and few people have seen it, then this method can effectively prevent further expansion of information.Weibo has been buzzing for a long time, and everyone who should see it has seen it and noticed it without interest.Deleting the source information at this time will completely ignite the hearts of netizens.

People who don't follow the entertainment industry will also become restless because of the behavior of "deleting Weibo".

But... considering that he even sold his hair, it's better to be touched.In the end, there will always be other ways to solve it. If people are still there, then it is not a hopeless situation.Therefore, the process is the most important.

I don't know what Uncle Tian wants Fu Zhou's hair for - for the time being, I think it's Yang Tian's help.Because apart from Yang Tian, ​​Cheng Xirong couldn't think of anyone else.There are not many people who can face Xingchen.Among them, Uncle Tian was the only one who paid close attention to Fu Zhou's hairstyle.

And the one who made Fu Zhou obedient and cut his hair must have a deep connection.

Although Fu Zhou didn't say it, Cheng Xirong also understood that he grew his hair long to cover the tattoo on the back of his neck.It's not about whether the tattoo looks good or not, what other people think of that tattoo.Hair is a fig leaf for Fu Zhou, and his sense of security comes from it.

It is also his determination and proof of breaking away from the past.

Fu Zhou always concealed his past, but obviously Uncle Tian didn't want that.Uncle Tian would come to the door, not necessarily just for the name of "Cheng Xirong" behind him.A large part of the reason was also aimed at Fu Zhou.

I don't know what kind of past the two of them had.But if Uncle Tian wants to break the distance and barrier between them and return to the state of "father and son" facing each other, Fu Zhou must first face the past.

Getting your hair cut is a ritual.Expose the traces left by the past on the body, and then be forced to turn around and look at the past again.This is also a reminder to let Fu Zhou remember that it is impossible for him to go into battle easily and completely break away from the past.

People come from the past.This fact, as long as you tear off the layer of camouflage under your cover, you can get out from the cracks in your bones.

Cheng Xirong sighed, thinking that Uncle Tian was really ruthless, and he just poked at people's wounds.It's so accurate, you can touch the lifeline in one click.

It's fine if it's used against others.Using such a straightforward method on Fu Zhou... Cheng Xirong felt distressed.

You don't feel sorry for your son, but I still feel sorry for my driver!

Probably because the hair was gone and the blow was too big, Fu Zhou took a shower ten times longer.In the past, I rushed to finish it in 10 minutes, but I stayed in it for two hours today.In the end, Cheng Xirong couldn't wait any longer and called him at the bathroom door.

There was no response inside, not even the sound of water.

Cheng Xirong called again: "Fu Zhou, if you don't answer, I'll just go in."

Still no sound.

Cheng Xirong thought no way, hair is important, but it's not worth it to commit suicide for it.Uncle Tian has his way of coercion, but there is also a strategy of ignoring it.Is this a desperate situation?Don't plan to pass?

"I really went in. Wait a minute, don't call out, say I saw you or something."

Cheng Xirong pushed open the door, and the water vapor blurred his vision for an instant.He adjusted to the light in the bathroom, took a step inside, and saw Fu Zhou lying in the bathtub, staring blankly.

People are all right.The top and bottom are in good condition, the wrist is intact, the face is above the water, and the water is also clear.It's just a little dazed, and the eyesight when I turn my head to look over is slower than usual.

Cheng Xirong heaved a sigh of relief, and then thought: How does Feng Shui turn around... the previous few times, he had seen him all, but now it's the other way around, and he just shows up in front of his eyes.

I've always been envious of his figure.It was the first time that he stared straight at him.Indeed... very good.Compared with Pan Nanxing, a weak chicken, he has absolute overwhelming power on all levels.

Cheng Xirong walked to the bathtub, squatted behind, poked Fu Zhou's face with his finger.

"I'm calling you, are you deaf?"

Fu Zhou didn't move, let Cheng Xirong poke.

"What? Are you going to practice zombies here?"

Cheng Xirong retracted, resting his arms on the edge of the bathtub, stirring the water with his fingers intentionally or unintentionally.The body under the water moved slightly, and then there was a reaction.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou took a towel from the shelf and threw it on the water.

Cheng Xirong slapped Fu Zhou on the head with a smile: "It looks like you're all right?"

Drops of water rubbed against his hair, and one drop fell in mid-air, just hitting the bridge of his nose.Cheng Xirong's hand didn't leave, and he grabbed it directly.

The newly cut cropped hair is thorny and a bit thorny.Even if it gets wet, it still stands upright, and it doesn't matter at all.

Cheng Xirong's hand moved down, along Fu Zhou's cheek to his chin, and then picked Fu Zhou's chin: "Look up and let me see."

Fu Zhou has a small face. He used to think that his eyes were deep, his nose was high, and his facial features were three-dimensional.After the hair is cut, the entire face is exposed, which is very refreshing and neat.The forehead is broad, the lines of the face are tough and clear, and the bridge of the nose is more straight.The previous neutral temperament disappeared, and the whole person became more and more lilang.

Cheng Xirong held Fu Zhou's chin and looked back and forth: "This is more manly. It's handsome and well cut."

Fu Zhou raised his hand, stirring up the surface of the water with a "crash" sound, and with wet water droplets, he pushed Cheng Xirong's hand away.

Cheng Xirong didn't give up, but he couldn't reach Fu Zhou's face, so he had to rub Fu Zhou's head.While kneading, he sighed: "Don't worry, this image is more suitable for you when you go out. Just now I was afraid that you would be proud, but you are actually very handsome."

Fu Zhou didn't speak or move.

Cheng Xirong smiled: "That's how you should look."

"I didn't tell you before, you don't need to hide. You don't need to hide at all, just stand upright in the sun. Go over, it can't hurt you at all."

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