Perfect Two

When Su Minglin woke up, he wanted to stretch and rolled down.It is large in size and mass, and the movement of landing is also very loud, which frightened Su Minglin himself.He lay on the ground for a while, looked at the white floor tiles, and realized belatedly: This is the home of the senior brother.

I ate a lot of dog food yesterday and fell asleep in front of the TV.I don't know when the elder brother and the little boss took a shower, and Su Minglin didn't know at all when they went back to the room.

It must have been washed for a long time.I fell asleep, so it definitely wouldn't be a matter of a few minutes.

The considerate director Su quickly thought whether he should give the little boss a vacation today.After all, the little boss's body can't support too much strenuous exercise.The elder brother hurriedly raised his head, not caring so much.As an employee of the small boss, Nan Lu's director has to consider these things.

If the little boss is not in good condition, today's show will not be able to go.It's better to let him have a good rest at home and rest the tiredness of last night.

Su Minglin got up on hands and feet, thinking a little sadly and angrily: "As a single dog without a partner, I actually have to think about this kind of problem for them!? This is so sad!"

Pitying himself, the door opened.While putting the key down, Fu Zhou turned his head and said to Cheng Xirong, who was a step behind, "You can't eat it!"

Su Minglin: "..." The morning after the enjoyment was not spent in bed?When did you go out?

Fu Zhou snatched half of the shortbread from Cheng Xirong's hand, and the crispy skin fell all over the floor, but he didn't care.It was Cheng Xirong who became anxious: "I agreed to eat one! Give it back to me!"

"I said it was a shortbread, but I didn't say a shortbread plus a deep-fried dough stick."

Su Minglin: "..." What kind of down-to-earth quarrel is this?Are the two still grabbing food?Wouldn't it be nice to buy an extra copy?

Cheng Xirong clutched his chest: "I'm mad at me early in the morning."

Fu Zhou stared coldly, with an indifferent expression on his face: "My heart hurts? Do I need to get you some medicine?"

Su Minglin: "……………" Brother, is this the taunting skill?To the little boss?

As if he didn't want to eat anything, even Cheng Xirong couldn't help it now, so he went to the kitchen to wash his hands in a dull mood.The corners of Fu Zhou's mouth were slightly raised, his expression relaxed, and there was a little pleasure that was hard to detect.He turned his head and saw the stunned Su Minglin, and casually greeted him: "Are you awake?"

Su Minglin still had a dull expression on his face: "Well... what's going on? Are you too poor to afford breakfast for two?"

"It's all fried."

Oh, it's bad for your health, so don't give it to the little boss.This is completely understandable, but the point is, this attitude... Su Minglin was surprised to find that his brother was different from before.is a fundamental change.The aura emanating from the whole person seems to be softer than when he interacted with himself.It is also rare to be placed among the crowd.

The former senior brother was too cold.He holds his own habits and principles, even if he stays with many people, his soul always floats above.I can't get in, and I don't plan to force it.Su Minglin always felt that he planned to live alone in this life.

Fu Zhou put the breakfast on the dining table and went to the kitchen to get the dishes.Cheng Xirong blocked the inner door, raised his head provocatively, and told Fu Zhou to go out.The two confronted each other for a long time, Fu Zhou said something in a good temper, his voice was low, and he bent his back a little.The side face was blurred by the glass door, making it hard to see clearly.

Su Minglin was suddenly very grateful to the little boss.Senior Brother has been unhappy, Su Minglin knows it.Senior brother seems to be carrying some heavy burden, walking very hard alone, every step is heavy.He doesn't want others to share with him, and he never talks about it.No matter what kind of negative emotions, digest them all by yourself.

Not anymore.He was obviously smiling, and there was light in his eyes.His feelings have something to trust.

Su Minglin once again felt that he was too redundant here... The taste of the light bulb is not good, who will share it for me?

In the end, Fu Zhou compromised, so he could continue eating this breakfast.Cheng Xirong took the shortbread contentedly and ate it with bean curd until he was full.Su Minglin suggested: "Brother, next time, it's better to let the little boss eat it once..."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Su Minglin also made up the knife: "Look at him, he ate one and a half shortbread and two fried dough sticks. I said, little boss, you have such a good appetite in the morning? Did you eat too much?"

Cheng Xirong squinted at the past: "Have you reached the age where you only grow meat after eating?"

Su Minglin: "..."

Cheng Xirong: "I'm still growing."

I really can't go on.Su Minglin said angrily: "I will never come to your house again!" So he forgot whether Cheng Xirong should ask for leave or not.When he got to the set, Su Minglin remembered that he was watching Cheng Xirong's walking posture.

Cheng Zi was eating a steamed bun, his mouth was stuffed, and he leaned over like a hamster: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Su Minglin was startled, and moved to the side: "It's nothing, you hurry up and put on your makeup after eating. What time is it, I only know how to eat!"

Cheng Zi, who was lying on the gun for no reason, was very depressed, and complained to Cheng Xirong when the lunch box was put out at noon: "Brother, I don't know why today, but I have been staring at you!"

Cheng Xirong: "... What are you looking at?"

Cheng Zi shrugged: "I don't know either. I don't think there is anything wrong with you either!"

Fu Zhou coughed softly beside him, and put a spare rib into Cheng Xirong's lunch box: "Eat."

Cheng Xirong and Cheng Zi watched each other for a long time, but they didn't know why today's crew was so strange.Not even a word.

Fu Zhou asked again: "How many games in the afternoon?"

Cheng Xirong held his bone in his mouth and didn't speak.

Fu Zhou answered by himself: "Two games. Well, it's after four o'clock. I'll take you somewhere after dinner."

Chengzi asked curiously: "Where are you going? Is it fun?"

Fu Zhou gave a muffled "Hmm" without answering, and buried himself in his meal.

With a helpless expression on his face, Cheng Zi took the boxed lunch and went to eat with other people.Cheng Xirong could see it, and felt that Fu Zhou was a little bored this day, as if he had something on his mind.But Fu Zhou didn't say anything, and he didn't ask too much, and followed after dinner.

Since changing this body, Cheng Xirong has the habit of taking a nap.At noon, I ate a little too much, and I fell sleepy while sitting in the car.Fu Zhou put the passenger seat flat and closed the window over there to let Cheng Xirong sleep.There was no words all the way, only the car shook slightly.

When the car stopped, Cheng Xirong opened his eyes and turned to look at the person in the driver's seat.Fu Zhou was turning off the ignition, and when he noticed his gaze, he was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong looked at it for a long time before opening his mouth, his voice a little hoarse: "I had a dream."

Fu Zhou paused, raised his hand and rubbed his head: "It's just a dream. It's fake."

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