C10

Fu Zhou had a sincere look on his face, as if he was not teasing Zhang Ye at all: "Drink some drinks, drink up the summer heat."

Cheng Xirong's bitter smile gradually froze. He felt a trace of heat from his wrist at an untimely moment. Fu Zhou's hands were very thin, and when he held himself, the veins on the back of his hands could clearly be seen. However, his palm was extremely hot, and it was close to … The temperature of the burn.

Losing his life in the explosion, Cheng Xirong had no good impression of anything hot.

Unfortunately, he couldn't earn it.

Cheng Xirong became annoyed again: "Who would drink in this place? Look back. "

Fu Zhou answered seriously, "He hasn't grown up yet, so it's not good to drink wine, right?"

Cheng Xirong: "... I'm nineteen this year. "

Fu Zhou was shocked, "I thought you were 16 or 17, you're a high school student! "Look at you …"

He raised his hand and made a gesture above Cheng Xirong's head. Then he slid to his chin and added the rest of the sentence: "Do you still grow tall at the age of nineteen?"

Cheng Xirong: "... "Let me go."

Fu Zhou released his hand, Cheng Xirong immediately turned around and walked forward. Fu Zhou still followed closely behind him, always maintaining a distance of half a step. Cheng Xirong turned around and saw his indifferent face, his tense limbs and stiff back. He was so angry that it was funny.

There really was such a person who was separated from the others on the surface, completely different from the others on the outside.

Cheng Xirong shook his head and whispered, "What a big shot."

Before he could finish his words, the hall quieted down. The two of them turned to look at the podium and saw Feng Yi slowly and slowly walking up with his walking stick in hand.

Fu Zhou: "When did he get lame?"

Cheng Xirong answered casually, "It was something that happened to Zang Weiya before."

Two years ago, Vijaka was on the machine, angling, and he was slammed into the wall with his knee. When he was diagnosed with patella comminuted fracture, Cheng Xirong told him to push away the work and recuperate properly, but he refused to listen to him. He used plaster cast to finish filming the rest of the scenes.

The result was that his recovery was not good, leaving behind the side effects. His leg could easily get sore and tired. In this rainy and cold weather, he had to take painkillers to be able to sleep.

Then, three nights ago, he had drunk himself to a kneeling position on the floor.

Fu Zhou answered with an "oh", paused for a moment and said, "I thought he came out to play the drama of heartache."

Cheng Xirong's voice was stuck in his throat. He stopped breathing for two seconds and said in a low voice: "Maybe he is."

However, when Cheng Xirong left that day, he did nothing after seeing Cheng Xirong kneeling down on the ground.

Feng Yi stood firmly on the stage, pursed his dry and cracked pale lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Thank you everyone for being here. I gathered everyone here today to give you a new one... Say it. There had been too much news in the past few days. The more he guessed, the further away from the truth. This was a form of rudeness, a form of aggression, and also a form of annoyance. We all wish for Cheng Xirong to leave quietly. "

The crowd burst into an uproar.

Feng Yi raised his hand to cover his eyes and took a deep breath. When he lowered his hand, his eyes were already red.

"Yes. Cheng Xirong, at 3: 47 PM on the 11th, after being rescued, failed... "Death."

"The accident was caused by an inhuman cause. I and my fellow crew members asked the specialized agencies to do the on-site verification. The reason was that the fixed point of the blasting machine had naturally fallen off, causing the blasting point to deviate. That day, Cheng Xirong's double was sick. At the same time, due to the need of the camera, he wanted to capture a close-up of Cheng Xirong's face, so it was directly shot by Cheng Xirong. All life is equal, and we don't want to see an accident happen to anyone. "

"The dead rest in peace, I hope the media friends and all the fan friends who love Cheng Xirong can treat this news calmly. I hope you can calm down and let him walk in peace to a place of peace. "

"When Cheng Xirong was alive, what he cared the most about was the public's investigation of his private life. Here, I implore you to fulfil his wish and not to disturb his family and friends. As in the case of this morning's tracking incident, I hope the impact ends here. Those were his true loves, the people he tried to protect before his death, and I implore all of you to leave some peace and quiet. "

Cheng Xirong's breath tightened as he grabbed the closest thing at hand and clenched it with all of his strength. Wu Tie gave a muffled grunt and suppressed his voice, "It hurts so much if you pinch me!"

Fu Zhou pried his fingers apart and showed him the deep crescent indentation on his arm: "Why are you pinching me?"

Cheng Xirong was dressed in a solemn manner. His entire person seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, and there was the low tone of a vulture between his brows. Fu Zhou opened his mouth, took back the rest of the words, and put his wrist between Cheng Xirong's fingers.

Cheng Xirong was completely unconscious as he stared at the man on the stage. His breathing was very light and careful.

Feng Yi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He continued, "I thank everyone here. At the same time, I would like to explain some of Cheng Xirong's outstanding matters. I'll stick to it for him when he pays attention to charity projects. This includes — "

"Excuse me--"

A clear and bright voice interrupted Liu Tie's speech. It resounded within the quiet hall, and it was extremely shocking. Everyone's gaze gathered over and landed on Cheng Xirong. They sized him up in surprise. Fu Zhou slightly frowned, but didn't stop him. He straightened his back and moved closer to Liu Ming.

Cheng Xirong: "Excuse me, what kind of position and identity do you have to arrange for Cheng Xirong's affairs?"

No one had expected such an unforeseen turn of events, and not even the media had the intention to raise such a question.

Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi's relationship was well-known, but this was a tacit and sensitive topic. They had never given a positive answer. Earlier in the year, when they went to do some programs, there were even some who dubiously asked. In the end, the difference between asking and not asking was not big anymore.

They lived together, went in and out together, kissed as if no one else was there. Facing the camera, Cheng Xirong was not stingy in praising Feng Yi's merits, saying that he was the world's best treasure, no one could compare to him. Feng Yi did not shy away, directly expressing his love for Cheng Xirong. Every time he mentioned Cheng Xirong's bad habit, he would pamper him helplessly.

Only one more name was left to him.

Feng Yi looked past the crowd and, like everyone else, looked at them for a long time. He and I had known each other for eleven years. Eight years ago. I've been asked by a lot of people for eight years, and now I'm answering the question directly. Cheng Xirong and I are partners, lovers. "

Cheng Xirong: "Then do you love him?"

"Love."

"Will you betray him?"

Feng Yi clenched his teeth. He could see Feng Yi's slightly protruding cheeks due to his emotional state. After a few swallows, he said, "I love him. I won't betray him."

Cheng Xirong smiled faintly and his gaze softened. The fierce and oppressive aura surrounding him retracted just like a real sheep. Beautiful and delicate.

"Do you have his will, then?"