Perfect Two

On the way to KTV, Fu Zhou fell asleep in the car, with his head on Cheng Xirong's shoulder, shaking.The smell of tobacco and wine mixed together is not pleasant, Cheng Xirong lowered his head a little, and was rushed back by the pungent smell.

I've never seen him drink like this before.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and patted his face, Fu Zhou rubbed it, grabbed Cheng Xirong's hand and pressed it on his cheek.Fu Zhou's face was very hot, and Cheng Xirong's body temperature was always cold, so posting it like this was to cool off Fu Zhou's heat.Fu Zhou opened his eyes and took a look, then muttered, "Don't go."

What did you think at the time, why did you get him drunk...it was too troublesome.

I didn't expect Fu Zhou to be so hot when he drank wine. He was usually cold and indifferent, with no temperature at all, and he didn't even want to talk much.Will she act like a baby now?Who is he facing?

Cheng Xirong's heart twitched, and he pressed Fu Zhou's face: "Wake up."

Fu Zhou pressed Cheng Xirong's hand tightly, not letting him move.

Cheng Xirong asked again: "Do you still know who I am?"

Fu Zhou was still a little conscious. He raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Xirong's face.I heard it, but I just didn't speak.

Cheng Xirong pulled out his hand, and with great effort, Fu Zhou sat up unsteadily.Cheng Xirong pinched his face and asked again, "Who am I?"

"Cheng Xirong."

Sure enough...

Cheng Xirong took a breath, and the strength in his hands became heavier, making Fu Zhou's brows furrowed.He suppressed his voice, and added without emotion: "Cheng Xirong is dead."

"It hurts..." Complaining aggrievedly, Fu Zhou came up to him and asked, "Are you angry?"

Cheng Xirong asked again: "Who am I?"

"Cheng Xirong."

Cheng Xirong simply let go of his hand, and stopped being serious with this drunk—he couldn't get anything out, his face turned red, and he still kept saying that sentence.Can't change, no one can change him.

I just lost my interest here, and the flags and drums died down to prepare for a truce, and I went back to adjust myself.Fu Zhou was aroused by it, so he didn't go to sleep, and leaned over to talk to Cheng Xirong full of energy.

"I know he's dead. I know you're not him." After two seconds of silence, "You are Nanlu, I know that. I just teased you!"

Cheng Xirong didn't know what expression to put on.Fu Zhou's mind was deep, and he didn't relax at all after drinking, on the contrary, it became more complicated.He said he was joking just now, but he said it in a casual tone, making it difficult to figure out which sentence is true and which sentence is false.

Fu Zhou seemed uneasy, and added: "Don't be angry. You're not Cheng Xirong, you just want to hear this, right?"

Well, got it.The back is nonsense.

Cheng Xirong didn't want to talk, so he pushed Fu Zhou on the back of the chair, losing his patience: "Sleep."

Fu Zhou looked at him helplessly: "Aren't you angry when I sleep?"

The tendons on the forehead twitched, and Cheng Xirong gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes. Go to bed quickly."

Usually, Fu Zhou took care of himself, and looking back, Cheng Xirong had no experience in taking care of others in his life, and even had countless opportunities to honor his parents at their knees.Now facing this drunkard suddenly, Cheng Xirong was not used to changing his position.

Not just not knowing what to do, but more emotional impatience.Cheng Xirong has always been impatient with troublesome people, and the way of dealing with them is quite rude: just ignore them.If you don't even know how to scold, just ignore you.When will those bad illnesses be cured, come back and talk to me.

He also thinks that Fu Zhou is considerate enough to him, he can't be without a conscience, and he can say a few words with Fu Zhou.He didn't want to take blindly, and began to think that he had to give.Fu Zhou was kind to him, although he didn't want to come, but it was a kindness added to him.If you accept it completely, then you have to give a response.

It was probably after his death that he realized this problem.In the past, the concept of "giving" seemed to be a bit off.The resources he gave, and the attention they brought to Feng Yi, were still materialistic.Outside of work, when Cheng Xirong thinks back, he can't think of what he has done.

Does that count as a problem?

Cheng Xirong was a little dazed.He didn't think about this before, two people live together, love and righteousness, who cares about who pays more and who enjoys more?He always felt that since his career started earlier, in terms of time cost, he should have gone farther than Feng Yi.Just take him with you.Feng Yi usually likes to be quiet and careful, and he is the most suitable person for life.

Don't the two just complement each other like this?

The result is a mess.

Looking at Fu Zhou now, Cheng Xirong actually has no confidence in his heart, and occasionally has the illusion of "I don't know how to get along with others".After living for so many years, I always thought that my strength is that I can make friends, but now I feel a little timid.

Cheng Xirong smiled wryly, and looked back at the people around him. His breathing had calmed down, and he was in a deep sleep.Fu Zhou tasted pretty good wine, he didn't make noise when he was drunk, and he didn't talk too much, on the contrary, he was more obedient than usual.If he was sober, it would be impossible for him to sing at night.He must tell himself to go home and rest in a long-winded manner.

Now that he said he would go, he agreed.so good.

Cheng Xirong didn't have much enthusiasm for singing activities, and he was really tired, and he was accompanied by an alcoholic.He knocked on the partition in front and said to the taxi driver, "Turn right at the intersection ahead, you won't go to KTV anymore."

The driver responded, and Cheng Xirong sent a message to Su Minglin: "I took your senior brother home, you guys have a good time."

Soon Su Minglin called back: "Can you do it? My car is right behind you, and I will go back with you?"

"No. You can ask a few crew members to play together. Don't mess around. You can't drink anymore."

After Su Minglin made an assurance, Cheng Xirong explained a few more words before hanging up the phone.When he said it with certainty, after the taxi stopped at the gate of the community, Cheng Xirong was a little embarrassed.

Taxi can't enter the community, Fu Zhou is still asleep and can't be woken up.Cheng Xirong definitely couldn't carry his big man by himself.After giving the money to the driver, Cheng Xirong pushed Fu Zhou again: "I'm home, go home and sleep again."

Fu Zhou opened his eyes in a daze, exhaled instinctively, and raised his hand to pull Cheng Xirong into his arms.Cheng Xirong lost his balance and fell headfirst. Before he could adjust his posture, Fu Zhou had already fallen on him.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Didn't this buddy know the occasions? !

Kissing in a taxi while the driver is still waiting in front.He drank to this extent?Don't you even have this bit of shame?

Cheng Xirong was angry and bit Fu Zhou's lips.Fu Zhou felt the pain, stepped back a bit, and his eyes became clear.

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