C12

At least Fu Zhou was not so noisy, silence was too important to Cheng Xirong at this moment. However, human curiosity would not end there. It would only be the difference between more and less, as well as their self-control. At the second red light, Fu Zhou turned around and looked at Cheng Xirong, who was in the front passenger seat.

"What's the matter with you? You have a grudge with Feng Yi? "

Cheng Xirong leaned back in his chair and hugged his backpack. The reflection of his tired face reflected on the car window. "I don't want to answer."

Fu Zhou knocked on the steering wheel with his fingertips: "Then why did you get into my car?"

Cheng Xirong almost choked on his own saliva. Finally, he turned around and looked at Fu Zhou. Fu Zhou's appearance was very unique. His pupils were pale and gave off an ethereal feeling of distance. The shape of his eyes was sharp and also showed indifference and rigidity. Nowadays, men with long hair were rarely seen even in the entertainment circle.

It's the same way you talk... Rare. His actions were even more bizarre, even daring to hit Feng Yi. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was a limpid person.

Cheng Xirong let out a breath, picked up the script and answered: "I want to discuss that script with you."

Fu Zhou didn't even have time to catch his breath as he decisively said: "I refuse."

Cheng Xirong just sat on the side facing Fu Zhou, looking at Fu Zhou's profile: "Why? "You're not thinking that Cheng Xirong can come back to life, are you?"

Fu Zhou looked sad. The red light turned green, and he didn't step on the gas until the car behind him started to whistle. He answered sullenly, "Not at all."

"Are you willing to throw such a good book in your hands? "Actually, with a slight modification of the book, Yang Xiulin was promoted to be the male lead. From his point of view —"

Fu Zhou was shocked and angry: "You've seen it?!"

Cheng Xirong held onto his chest that was jumping up and down and swallowed his saliva: "Can you not be so surprised — I haven't seen it. Cheng Xirong told me. Didn't you say that you can't afford to hire him? He also refused to let anyone else produce the movie, so he wanted to know how he was going to get the movie. The best way is to weaken his role and change it to a male lead.

Of course it's nonsense. Cheng Xirong had never had this thought before this meeting with Fu Zhou. Fu Zhou's original script was very perfect. With the right angle, no matter how he adjusted it, it would still be useless. But he also said that the play was based on Cheng Xirong, and that there was a specific point to it. The "Cheng Xirong" in his heart was no longer there. If it was anyone else, they would not be able to satisfy him.

Then he could only switch out this character.

Fu Zhou pulled the car to the side of the road, pulled up the handbrake, took out a cigarette and was about to light it.

Cheng Xirong reminded him, "I can't smell the smoke."

Fu Zhou said "Oh" and got out of the car. He squatted on the shoulder of the road and smoked a cigarette in silence. When he came back, he didn't get into the car. He walked straight to the front passenger side and stood there with his hands on the roof. He bent down and looked Cheng Xirong in the eye.

"Actually, I should ask the most. Who are you?"

Bones... Only now did he remember this question?

Cheng Xirong repeated: "I'm a student supported by Cheng Xirong."

Fu Zhou shook his head in disbelief: "Just like that? Then why do you look like... Too familiar with his affairs. "

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, "He often comes to chat with me."

"Why didn't he come to me?"

Cheng Xirong: "... Are you familiar with each other? "

The corner of Fu Zhou's mouth twitched. He turned around and leaned on the carriage as he put a cigarette between his teeth. He didn't smoke and just stood there in a daze.

At this angle, Cheng Xirong could see the faintly discernible lines of muscles on his arm. If he tilted his head, he would be able to see what was hidden under his T-shirt... pectoralis. Cheng Xirong retracted his gaze and shifted his gaze to the car. In the blink of an eye, he saw a small indentation on the storage box in front of him.

At first, it looked familiar. Cheng Xirong stretched out his hand and touched it, as if he had been electrocuted. He pushed Fu Zhou aside through the door and got out of the car. He walked around to look at the license plate before he was struck by lightning. "Where did you get this car?"

Fu Zhou answered vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "I bought it."

"Where did you buy it?"

The car was an old Buick Yue. It looked quite old. In fact, Cheng Xirong had mentioned one to Feng Yi when Jun Yuehan was first introduced. Feng Yi did not take it, he did not drive often, and the car had always been under the company building to take up a free space. Then the assistant tried to pick up a girl student and borrowed her car for a while. When the assistant and the student's sister were engaged, Cheng Xirong drank two more cups of wine and promised to give the car to them on the spot.

Cheng Xirong asked, "What about He San?"

His assistant at Zhou Sheng's place was called He Shan. His name was not right, everyone called him He San. Later I heard that he became an agent and got himself into a position of power under Zhou Sheng. The house and the car were all changed.

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou looked at each other for a long time. Seeing that pair of light colored eyes slightly enlarged, the answer came out. Both of them were in a bad mood, and their hearts were filled with energy. It could be said that they were in a terrible situation and were unable to remain calm.

"You are... For what purpose? "

"How do you know?"

Both of them spoke up at the same time. Cheng Xirong answered first, "There's a mark here that Cheng Xirong stabbed himself."

Fu Zhou's reaction was even better: "You know it again!?"

"The problem is, are you... Are you collecting Cheng Xirong's stuff? "

Fu Zhou bent down and looked Cheng Xirong in the eye again. He put down the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. His long and indifferent eyes looked a little empty, but his words were very heavy. He typed each word out loud. "Can't you?"

Cheng Xirong: "Then do you want to collect me too?"

After Cheng Xirong was thrown by Fu Zhou to the side of the road, he regretted saying those words. Thinking about it carefully, Fu Zhou was only a young man in his twenties. His qi and blood were vigorous, and his personality was very distinctive. He had his own bottom line and dignity. Moreover, he probably didn't have any good feelings towards her.

something like... Jealousy. Or sour. Because he had too much information related to "Cheng Xirong". It was personal and private. This was what he wanted but had never touched.

Cheng Xirong sighed as he covered his face. He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing to meet a fanatical fan at this time.

He stood there for a moment, watching the Buick return. Fu Zhou parked the car in front of him and handed over a small box from the window: "Here's your medicine."

Cheng Xirong stretched out his hand to receive it. Just as the words were about to leave his mouth, Fu Zhou had already raised the car window. Then, under Cheng Xirong's dumbstruck gaze, Fu Zhou turned around and left once again.

So what's the point of leaving the box in his car?

Cheng Xirong was so angry that his chest felt stuffy. He slowly exhaled to make his thoughts a little smoother.

In order to slap Feng Yi, he exposed himself in front of the public, in an extraordinary way. Next, he would be a topic of conversation, and for a short period of time, he would be caught in a whirlpool. Single explosive news is not a good base point, on which to develop any of the possibilities, is not stable.

Cheng Xirong didn't want to be carried away by the whirlpool. He had his own plans. He needed a longer and firmer start. Before that, he thought Fu Zhou was a good choice. However, Cheng Xirong wouldn't give him a third chance since he was left behind twice.

Cheng Xirong calmed down for a while and gave Xie Zhiying a call.