Perfect Two

Fortunately, Fu Zhou walked towards the depths of the park.

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded, and he didn't react until Fu Zhou's back was beyond the vision range of his eyes and began to blur.If that guy dared to go out and showed the slightest sign of throwing himself here, then today's debate would not be as simple as that.

To leave the stage after a disagreement... How angry!If you have the ability to defend yourself face-to-face, what is it to sulk?It's completely embarrassing!

Cheng Xirong sat on a stone bench, stepped on a few dead leaves, and listened to the sound of leaf veins cracking.After waiting for half an hour, Fu Zhou still didn't come back.An hour later, Fu Zhou was still missing.A little self-doubt arose in Cheng Xirong's heart, and he recalled the conversation just now.

Is it too strong a word?After all, I am not "Cheng Xirong" now, and I have no identity in front of me, who would be willing to listen to a reprimand from a young man under the age of 20?Fu Zhou wants face again, he is strong in machismo, and he usually has a strong posture in front of him, but suddenly being scolded... can't face it?

Furthermore, did Fu Zhou really experience something when he was a child that led to his current personality?Digesting a character in a script because of his trauma on "female."When the plot is set, there will be some deviations.

If that's the case, then it's poking someone's scar...

Unable to think about it, Cheng Xirong was a little frustrated, holding his head in a trance.The thoughts in his mind turned back and forth, and he suddenly thought, if these roots are all cut off as side branches, what is the trunk of this matter?

Fu Zhou took himself to the abandoned park to relax, confessed his recent troubles for the first time, and then planned to talk about some of his personal affairs.

The results of it……

Before he finished speaking, he scolded him first.

That being said, I am too much!

Cheng Xirong couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up and walked in the direction Fu Zhou left.Turning around a decadent path, Cheng Xirong was surprised by the vegetation in the depths.It is said to be an abandoned park, but the outside is a bit dilapidated, and the inside is not decadent at all.

But...the stone tables and benches all over the place seem familiar...

He took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a while in front of the browser, and then called up the keyboard to enter the keyword: same-sex park.There are many links and pictures on the page.Cheng Xirong compared several angles to this place, and couldn't help but swear.

Has Fu Zhou lost his mind?Taking yourself to a gay party park for a walk in broad daylight?

Why don't you come back after dark?It just so happens that you can expand your circle of friends and get to know a few more "similar".

Cheng Xirong really couldn't figure out Fu Zhou's brain circuit anymore, so he stopped going inside and simply turned back and waited beside the car.He called Su Minglin, saying that he might not be able to make it to the set, and asked him to make arrangements first.As soon as the phone was hung up, the peripheral vision was blocked by a shadow.

Cheng Xirong raised his head and walked up the slender legs. After the thin waist and broad shoulders, he saw Fu Zhou's expressionless face.Half of my heart is on fire.As for the other half... completely out of control, giving birth to a little pity.

I have never seen a person who is more capable of pretending to be pitiful than Fu Zhou.When I felt aggrieved, I kept my mouth shut and kept a straight face. I didn't say anything, didn't make noise or make trouble, and just got sulky.

Babies who cry only have milk. Zhou doesn't seem to understand this truth at all, and he doesn't want to understand it.Being poked at the most sensitive place, he just flinched and hid in a corner.Then never come out again.There is also a bit of anger.

Cheng Xirong sighed, thinking that he is already such a big man, standing taller than anyone else, why is he still like a child?I thought to myself, isn't this just looking for trouble?In the end, I had to coax him myself and pull him out of the corner.

When have I ever done something like this?Who doesn't want to adjust it by himself, and then come back to me after adjustment.If you can't adjust it well, don't come and shake it in front of my eyes, it will upset you.

Is Fu Zhou special?

Cheng Xirong wanted to argue with him a little bit, the pity in the unbearable half of his heart was getting deeper and deeper, and it kept expanding, squeezing out the anger on the other side.Then he couldn't care about it, and only sighed.

forget it.Otherwise, what else can we do?With such a long journey, I still expect him to drive me back.

Cheng Xirong squatted for a long time, and when he stood up, his eyes darkened.Fu Zhou's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he didn't make any movement, he tightly held Cheng Xirong's arm to support him.When the black spots in front of him faded away, Cheng Xirong caught sight of Fu Zhou's expression. Apart from the previous grievances, he was still a little annoyed.Usually when he is uncomfortable, he will be like this, angry at himself for not caring about his body.

Since there was a reaction... Cheng Xirong straightened his face, and leaned towards Fu Zhou.

Half-truth, half-false, it was true that the previous shaking did not rush up the blood, but now it is purely touching porcelain.I don't know if Fu Zhou could see it, but Cheng Xirong felt that he was quite nervous, and his voice tensed up.

"What's going on? Are you dizzy?"

Still thinking about what excuse to make, there just happened to be a step.Cheng Xirong said in a muffled voice, "Yeah. A little lack of oxygen."

Fu Zhou held Cheng Xirong's back with one arm, took out the car key to unlock it with the other hand, and helped him in.Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair, breathing well, but his face turned slightly pale.This is also true, he had a bad blood flow in the first place, so after waiting outside for so long, it is a good thing that his face is not blue.

Fu Zhou bent over outside the car, stared at Cheng Xirong, and asked in a low voice, "Is it better? Add some sugar water?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "It's nothing, just my legs are numb..."

Fu Zhou's breathing froze for a moment, then he sighed softly, and leaned over resignedly.He didn't say anything, just started to rub Cheng Xirong's calf.

Cheng Xirong yelled: "Hey, don't move! It's numb! Don't move, it's uncomfortable!"

Fu Zhou didn't stop his hands, but his strength was much lighter and his movements slowed down: "Hurry up."

As the saying goes, is short-term pain better than long-term pain?Cheng Xirong leaned against the back of the chair as if facing a formidable enemy, and still grabbed Fu Zhou's upper arm in an attempt to stop him.In the end, it was useless, and in the end he was unconsciously led around by Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou rubbed his other leg, and got a little further into the carriage.The space was small, so he lay on Cheng Xirong's body, with not much distance between them.

The temperature is also higher than before.

Cheng Xirong was facing Fu Zhou's side face, even with myopia he could clearly see the fine hairs on the other's skin.Fu Zhou's skin is really good, there are no pores and no acne, and it is very firm.She also looks good. If she looks good on camera, she doesn't even need to apply base makeup, let alone trim her face. The outline is naturally clear and clear.

It is pleasing to watch.

Cheng Xirong thought for half a second, and then breathed forward.

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