C15

Even without Fu Zhou's permission, Cheng Xirong would go with them. Of course, the first opportunity to come into contact with that girl couldn't be given to Fu Zhou.

The two of them hid their thoughts, and their expressions were filled with a retrenchment. It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit low. Su Minglin's gaze swept across the two people's faces a few times, but he eventually pretended not to see it.

Hee Yiming, on the other hand, was more motivated. He moved closer to Cheng Xirong, put his arm around Cheng Xirong's neck, and asked while shaking, "When did you know this person … Senior? Hm? You are becoming more and more capable! How many more secrets are there? "

Cheng Xirong bent his elbow and just as he made a move, Hee Yiming blocked it with one hand. The tall and sturdy boy had a face full of pride: "What?" Can I fall for it every single time? " Cheng Xirong looked up, his gaze clear and calm, a calm without wind or waves.

The corner of Hee Yiming's eyes twitched. It was too late for him to let go.

In the next second, Cheng Xirong's right foot took a step back and his knee hit Hee Yiming's leg. He bent down to get out of Hee Yiming's imprisonment, grabbed Hee Yiming's arm and twisted it behind his back, then conveniently slapped the back of Hee Yiming's head: "Do I only know one move?"

His tone was aloof and somewhat like he was teaching a lesson to the younger generation.

Hee Yiming, who was kneeling on one knee, could not break free of Cheng Xirong's strength and roared: "Pann Nanxing! You don't want to live anymore!? "

Cheng Xirong pressed down a bit more, and Hee Yiming's curses turned into wails of pain. It's broken! It's broken! It's going to break!

Cheng Xirong forced him: "Speak, you can guarantee that you'll be two meters away from me in the future. If you don't cross the line, then you can."

"I can't carry a ruler with me either — ah ah ah, I swear, I swear I won't touch you again!"

Cheng Xirong finally threw him onto the ground and walked forward first. The small change was covered up by Su Minglin's gimmick. From beginning to end, Fu Zhou had been staring at Cheng Xirong. His long and shallow eyes were hard to see and had a deep look to them.

He bent down and whispered into Cheng Xirong's ear, "You--don't leave after eating. We'll talk."

Cheng Xirong laughed lightly. He didn't pay any attention to Cheng Xirong because he was looking down on him.

The group walked to the west gate of the school and set up two square tables outside Old Wang Barbecue. The two girls sat down first. Cheng Xirong took a corner next to the short-haired girl from before.

Hee Yiming rolled his eyes a few times and then slipped to Cheng Xirong's side. Before he could stand properly on the low stool, he was dragged aside by someone with his collar. Hee Yiming called out twice. He turned around and saw that Senior Dong had already settled into his seat. He even raised his head to look at him and said in a cold and forceful manner, "How can I guarantee that?" "Go stay there."

Hee Yiming looked confused. Su Minglin, too, was embarrassed. Halfway through the sentence, he licked his lips and said, "Come Yiming, let me tell you something."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly went out of control. The remaining four boys looked at each other and hesitated for a long time before finally trying to sit down. Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou, on the other hand, were calm and composed. Even their expressions didn't reveal the slightest flaw.

Wu Tie scratched his head and first ordered a cold beer. Cheng Xirong slightly leaned to the side and asked the short-haired girl beside him, "What do you want to drink?"

"Bring him a drink too."

Fu Zhou raised his chin, indicating Cheng Xirong's direction.

Having his first conversation interrupted, Cheng Xirong suppressed his anger and turned around, emphasizing each word, "I have become an adult." Would you like me to show you your ID? "

Fu Zhou: "Do you need a mirror? Do you want to see your current face? "

Cheng Xirong was stunned.

Fu Zhou revealed a little look, "I'm surprised, why do you seem to not know anything about your own body?"

Doesn't look like … I really don't understand. He was lucky enough to not even have the experience of getting injured in a movie. After living for more than 30 years, besides the last fatal burn, his worst illness was a fever, which could be counted with one hand.

Cheng Xirong had no idea about heart disease. He had been in charge of this body for several days, and the discomfort had persisted and never disappeared. Instead, it seemed more like a normal state. He tensed up, unable to relax the string in his heart. The result of being highly focused was that his perception had been weakened in other areas.

He really didn't realize that there was anything wrong with this situation.

Fu Zhou paused. "Your expression..." "Don't look at me like that."

Cheng Xirong touched his face, and for a moment, he couldn't tell how ugly he looked, nor did he know what expression he had. The only thing he was sure of was that he couldn't go on like this. He was a bit too impatient. "Cheng Xirong" was suitable for the high intensity work condition with fast tempo. This would make him excited and maintain his unlimited motivation.

But now, he was Pann Nanxing. The best way to do that was to slowly draw a diagram.

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and rubbed his forehead. Then, he picked up the cold Coke and poured it for the two girls. The other party's interest obviously wasn't in him. They had a heated discussion around the topic of the 'ward'. It was true that Wu intended to let the actors split up and ask Liu's opinion.

Fu Zhou held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and held a can of beer in his hand. Achievement was success, not being scolded. There is no middle ground. "

He took the cigarette down and added, "You can try."

Su Minglin and the other actors got excited. They added two grilled fish and started discussing the script. The meal lasted for almost 4 hours. By the time the crowd dispersed, everyone had thrown more than 10 beer bottles under their feet — Cheng Xirong and those were drunk by short-haired girls.

Su Minglin Long asked with his eyes closed, "Senior, why don't you go to our dorm for the whole night?"

When Fu Zhou returned from paying the bill, his steps were steady. Only his light pupils were brighter and glittered with water, which made it obvious that he had drunk wine, "No need. He, Pann Nanxing sent me back, he didn't drink. "

Hee Yiming tried to hook up with Cheng Xirong again, and Fu Zhou quickly pulled Cheng Xirong to his side and glared at him warningly. Before Hee Yiming could give up, Fu Zhou shoved Cheng Xirong behind his back and said seriously, "Mine. I collected it. "

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Who said he was sober? I hope alcohol has the effect of erasing memory. You have to find an excuse to explain... A delicate problem was simply too difficult.

Cheng Xirong was forced to drag Fu Zhou to find his Buick under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

As soon as I mentioned the car... Cheng Xirong looked at the man beside him and thought slowly: "This guy, could he be having a private meal?"

It just so happened that Fu Zhou turned around and frowned for two seconds, then suddenly shoved Cheng Xirong into the car. He sat down next to her, rubbed his face, and continued staring.

Cheng Xirong felt goosebumps all over his back. He moved back a little, wanting to find an opportunity to open the door and escape.

The lock clicked softly and the door was locked.

Cheng Xirong's scalp felt like it was about to explode. The pain that was carved into his bones swept over as his hands began to tremble. The oxygen in the enclosed carriage was thin, and his breathing was choked by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

Fu Zhou reached over and pushed away a strand of hair on Cheng Xirong's forehead. "You look really like him, Cheng Xirong."