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Cheng Xirong had actually already planned this when he borrowed the car in the morning. Fu Zhou said he wanted to see him off, so he changed his mind and went back to school. Some things had to be done by oneself. One more person meant an additional risk.

Especially in this situation, he didn't have any room for himself to turn back. He couldn't be as sincere as Fu Zhou. He needed to stay alert and keep his distance from everyone.

But...

Cheng Xirong looked at the side of Fu Zhou's face and felt a strange feeling in his heart. The expression on this young man's face when he fought and when he drove, it was sharp and sharp, making it difficult for people to get close to him. But he was fighting because of himself, and now he was driving too.

Close to... Unreserved protection. Cheng Xirong didn't know that it was due to his personality. His attitude towards everyone was the same. It was because of his relationship with Cheng Xirong that he was given such special treatment.

This feeling made him uneasy. When Cheng Xirong was blocked behind him, he wanted to escape. From the bottom of his heart, that tiny bit of safety zone was enough to make people yearn for it. There was no way to unify the contradictions, and the scales were on the verge of collapse.

Fu Zhou glanced over: "Why are you looking at me?"

Cheng Xirong continued to stare at him and teased, "Do you often fight with people?"

"I think so when I was a kid. There were a lot of fights. But which man didn't fight when he was a kid? "

Thinking back, Cheng Xirong really didn't have it. He was the one commanding the others and was also the one observing from the sidelines. Pann Nanxing's words... The one who was always beaten. Cheng Xirong interjected slightly and said, "Then, it would be the best choice to have you as a bodyguard."

Pausing for a moment, he then added, "He's also the driver."

Fu Zhou's expression eased up a bit, and he said with an indistinct expression: "Don't forget, I'm still the landlord."

"I don't have the money to pay you."

Fu Zhou glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "How much can that piece of jade be exchanged for?"

Cheng Xirong said with a look of pity: "If we were to sell it, it would probably be worth around three to five million. In return, I won't be able to get those scripts. "

"Keep it."

Cheng Xirong thought he wanted his script, so before he could taste what he was thinking, he heard him say: "Keep it for me. I don't have the money to buy it now. "

Meaning... He wanted to save up for this piece of jade? He was really collecting the things that he left behind …

This feeling was very strange. Cheng Xirong has worked in this industry for 20 years and has seen a lot of fanatical fans. Especially in these few years, there had been more and more fans who were willing to spend so much money. Last year, fans bought two subway line billboards to celebrate his birthday.

However, Fu Zhou was different from the admiration they showed, he had a hint of a reserved and personal feeling. Like a true lover, expressing love and reminiscence.

This thought shocked Cheng Xirong. He asked Fu Zhou: "Do you have any other contacts with Cheng Xirong? Except for the detective script. "

Fu Zhou's expression fell: "He didn't tell you?"

"He doesn't tell me everything." For example, things that he had no impression of. Of course, Pann Nanxing wouldn't know about it. The memory of the young man was limited to his detective script. No matter how he searched, there was nothing else.

Fu Zhou said naturally, "I was on the same crew as him."

Cheng Xirong immediately shouted: "When?"

Fu Zhou glanced at him coolly: "Don't be surprised — you said it yourself."

Cheng Xirong coughed dryly: "Why have I never... Never heard of it. "Which movie?"

"I stayed in the group for two months for the previous year's" Chang'an "episode."

She actually didn't have any impression of him at all … However, there were so many people in the team, only those few could really talk to Cheng Xirong. Fu Zhou was definitely doing some menial chores on the outskirts. He could observe him for two months without being discovered by him.

He was familiar with his facial expression management and knew his body language habits, probably from that moment onwards.

Fu Zhou paused for a moment before continuing, "You know that he likes to play cards with people right? I beat him once and won him a lot of money. "

Cheng Xirong: "..."

This is a little terrible! He had sat at the same card table, but he couldn't recall anything about it?

The corner of Fu Zhou's mouth suddenly curled up as he revealed a faint smile that contained a trace of helplessness. Cheng Xirong had never seen him smile before, so at a glance, he felt that he looked pretty good. In the entertainment circle where handsome men gathered, his looks could be ranked among the upper middle class. It was just that he usually had an unfriendly expression, a shallow frown, and was not easy to get close to. "Occasionally he would smile, and his facial expression would soften, allowing people to sense a hint of his precious flavor.

Cheng Xirong admitted to it. His mind was shaken by the smile.

Fu Zhou: "But he was drunk that day. It was time for me to get into the mood and grab me when I couldn't get close enough to the table. The next day I used the money I had won to order tea for everyone. When I brought it to him, I knew that he didn't care. He doesn't remember me. "

That was a fact … Even now that Fu Zhou mentioned it, he still didn't have any impression of it. He had played too many cards, had decided on the spur of the moment, and often found someone on the set. As for afternoon tea … He didn't like to eat on set, so when someone came to deliver snacks, he handed them over to the assistants.

Now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but click his tongue and guess the taste of the afternoon tea.

Cheng Xirong said in an embarrassed and pale voice, "His memory is bad, and his face is blind. Many people he can't remember."

Fu Zhou glanced over: "So, you don't know how many people are jealous of you right now." The last time such a grand situation occurred, it was still because of Feng Yi. "

"Including you?"

"I want to take your brain out and unfold it to find all the memories that are related to him," Fu Zhou said frankly.

Cheng Xirong shuddered.

Fu Zhou shrugged. "But I should be better than someone who goes online and releases his anger on Weibo." I can say these things directly in front of you. "

Cheng Xirong: "... You might as well focus on driving. "

Cheng Xirong led the way and found the law firm hidden in the old residential area. After he said his purpose of coming, little girl, who was serving at the front desk, poured water for them, "You guys wait here. Lawyer Yan is out."

Cheng Xirong: "Are you coming back today?"

little girl sneakily glanced at Fu Zhou, her eyes were filled with girlish feelings, and she said in a delicate voice, "I'm not sure! Why don't I ring up and ask. "What is your name?"

"Pan. I called him, but no one answered. "

little girl asked, "What about this one? I'll register your name. "

Fu Zhou pointed at Cheng Xirong with a cold expression: "His driver, why are you registering me?"

little girl: "... All right. This Pan … "Sir, can you tell me what kind of business you are going to do?"

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou looked at each other and replied, "The will is related."

little girl's phone call was answered by Lawyer Yan. However, after little girl said that, she took a quick glance at Cheng Xirong and said "yes" and "ah" for a long time without saying anything. She hung up the phone and regretfully said, "Lawyer Yan is away on a business trip, and he won't be back for the time being."

It seemed like this matter wouldn't go as smoothly as he had thought.