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【Don't mention roses to the actor】

Rewind the time to 10 minutes ago, the bored Zhou Cheng was drinking black coffee, and the police were no longer in the house.He calmed down again and began to recall what happened in the early morning of yesterday.

While waiting to arrest Gu Rong this afternoon, Sun Xian and Zeng Yu had already interrogated him.

Regarding how Du Ruo fell to the ground, Zhou Cheng's mind was actually foggy.

How did it start and how did it end?He couldn't remember it anymore, he just remembered that Hu Yu said he asked him to make an apple for the fans to eat.

The skin was broken the first time, but the second time the filming went smoothly.

When Zhou Cheng said the last sentence to the camera, "Remember to brush your teeth after eating the apples."

A person crawled out from behind the sofa, tried to touch his neck with cold hands, and said quietly, "Can you give me something to eat?"

Zhou Cheng stood up abruptly, turned around and saw Du Ruo with disheveled hair.

At this moment, he was holding a fruit knife tightly in his hand.

Du Ruo giggled and slid down the sofa. She didn't wear shoes and stood barefoot on the cold tiles.

"It's so cold..." Du Ruo rubbed his arms, "Can you accompany me?"

Zhou Cheng took a few steps back vigilantly, "Du Ruo, calm down."

"Calm down?" Du Ruo tilted her head, the hair that covered her face fell down, revealing her mouth that was painted with the same lipstick on the card.

Zhou Cheng gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

"How to calm down?" Du Ruo staggered and took a few steps, "Don't you like roses? Don't you?!"

The last tone was hoisted so high that it almost pierced the ceiling.

He should have run away, but he froze in place as if dazed, muttering: "I like it."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you, okay?" Du Ruo giggled, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth, the bottoms of which were stained by lipstick.

Zhou Cheng stared at that redness like a demon, and that redness was in his pupils.

Beautiful colors, how beautiful it is to write on.

R, O, S, E

Four letters made of lipstick graffiti appeared in front of his eyes.

His world seemed to have stopped, while the time outside was flowing extremely fast.Someone rushed forward, and the blood splashed on the floor. Du Ruo's wrist was limply hanging down, and the blood gushed out in twists and turns.

The rose tattoo on the wrist was dyed red.

One second before the door was pushed open by Li Xiaoran, Hu Yutu sat on the ground.

As for the knife tightly held in Zhou Cheng's hand, the blood on the blade dripped onto the tiles, splashing out blossoming roses.

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Fuck your fucking toys!

Amidst Gu Rong's nervous laughter, Li Xiaoran directly supported the table with one hand and jumped out of the table. As soon as he landed on the ground, he rushed out of the door of the interrogation room before he could stand still.

Zhou Cheng!

The scene he imagined did not appear outside the door.

Zhou Cheng turned his back to him, his back straight.

He was humming softly, singing a song softly.

The lyrics are vague, but the tune is beautiful.

"Zhou Cheng!"

But Zhou Cheng didn't give him any response, he still sat on the stool and hummed.

Li Xiaoran's leather boots knocked on the ground in a hurry, but it couldn't wake up Zhou Cheng who was humming.

Li Xiaoran walked around from Zhou Cheng's right side, and what caught his eyes was a blade tightly held by Zhou Cheng's right hand. The blade was very small, but the metal luster was enough to sting Li Xiaoran's eyes.

Li Xiaoran's eyes darkened, he staggered a few steps forward and rushed forward to hug his right arm in vain, but he never knew that Zhou Cheng's strength was so great—so big that he could ignore his whole body's strength and still hold it mechanically. The blade repeatedly slashed at the wrist of his left hand.

"Zhou... Cheng..." Li Xiaoran begged him hoarsely, "Look at me...look at me..."

Sun Xian also ran over, and the policeman who heard the noise at the door pushed the door open and entered.

Li Xiaoran was about to grab the blade in Zhou Cheng's hand, but was blocked by Sun Xian, "Boss, boss! Brother Zhou is fine."

Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise Sun Xian would not dare to imagine what Li Xiaoran would look like.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes fell on his left hand.

A thick white gauze was wrapped around the wrist of Zhou Cheng's left hand. He hit himself hard. The knife edge on the gauze had been repeatedly cut to pieces. Fortunately, the blade hadn't completely cut through all the gauze layers. .

Li Xiaoran was stunned, and suddenly got up and hugged Zhou Cheng's neck tightly.

The moment he hugged Zhou Cheng, the blade snatched it away and threw it on the ground.

Zhou Cheng's pupils were still out of focus, his right hand was mechanically making repeated movements, and he was singing a song.

Li Xiaoran held his face and kissed him like this.

He bit Zhou Cheng's lips, and the singing voice disappeared into the air.

But Li Xiaoran knew that he was still singing, Zhou Cheng's mouth opened and closed mechanically, but his voice was swallowed by him.

Li Xiaoran's lips pressed against him, tracing his dry and peeling lips.

His Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng who stood in the spotlight with ease... Zhou Cheng who was calm in front of gangsters... Zhou Cheng who comforted him and made him stick to his faith... Even Zhou Cheng who sang "Half Sugar" sadly Cheng... Even Zhou Cheng when his confession was rejected, how could he ever be in such a mess?

Li Xiaoran couldn't hold back anymore, tears rolled down his face.

"Where, where did you get the sheet music?"

Li Xiaoran groped around, and finally saw the score engraved with needles on the table on the right side of the chair.

Li Xiaoran tried to hum a few tunes.

Suddenly Zhou Cheng moved, his hand grabbed Li Xiaoran's coat corner heavily.

Li Xiaoran didn't struggle, and let Zhou Cheng push him to the ground, covered his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Don't-look, it's dangerous."

"Zhou Cheng..."

Li Xiaoran looked at his bloodshot eyes, trembling all over.

Fear and anger...

He was a good person who was tossed into this appearance by those scum.

"I'm fine..." Zhou Cheng tried hard to regain the control of the language center, he patted Li Xiaoran's back with his gauze-wrapped hand, "Be good, don't be afraid."

"En." Li Xiaoran drew a thick nasal voice.

The surrounding colleagues dispersed tacitly, and no one was surprised or felt uncomfortable.Not everyone accepted same-sex love calmly before this, but when this scene was played out in front of them.They found that they could not speak a word.

The leader who didn't shed a single tear even when the bullet stuck in his ribs actually cried just now.

Zhou Cheng, who seemed to have been lowered, miraculously woke up when Li Xiaoran found the music score, as if...he didn't want him to suffer any harm.

Li Xiaoran is obviously stronger in this aspect...

That's right, obviously Li Xiaoran is powerful...

But both of them overturned their cognition.

A few policemen quietly left the room, and some went to the balcony with cigarettes. The moment the door opened, the noise outside dispelled their depression.

The depression dissipated, but I found that even the wind blowing over seemed to have a knife, harsh and ruthless.

not like just now...

They probably saw the two softest hearts just now.

Heart with all armor removed.

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