Chapter 22 Are you really angry?
late at night.
Chi Cheng sat cross-legged on the low cabinet against the wall of the bedroom, his back against the cold wall.
He felt a cool and smooth touch at his fingertips. The little jealous girl lazily lay on the back of his hand, and the tip of her slender tail occasionally swept across the back of his hand.
On the phone screen was the call log page, with the same name repeated on it: Wu Suowei.
Followed by a glaring number: Not connected 16.
Chi Cheng's fingertips unconsciously ran across the records.
Sixteen times.
Every cold "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable" was like a tiny needle piercing his heart.
Irritable.
He closed his eyes.
Wu Suowei's appearance on the set today emerged clearly. Those eyes, which always had a little calculation, were filled with panic, and... a deep resistance and hurt that he could not understand.
The force with which he pushed me, and that solid slap...
Why?
Chi Cheng frowned.
He believes he has been "gentle" enough during this period.
Approach him cautiously, find excuses to meet him, and even... indulge his little temper and calculations.
What he got in return was Wu Suowei's even deeper vigilance and rejection?
Why...
Is it because I appeared too deliberately?
Or...Did Dabao notice something?
This thought made Chi Cheng's heart sink suddenly.
If... then all his fear and resistance had the most reasonable explanation.
It was his fault.
The moment he met Wu Suowei, he just wanted to protect him under his wings and do everything he could to be nicer to him, even if the means still had to be a little tough.
But now it seems like he... messed up again?
Scare people away even further?
Chi Cheng let out a breath in annoyance, opened his eyes, and there was a gloom in his eyes.
The little jealous boy seemed to sense his master's emotional fluctuations and moved his head uneasily.
what to do?
Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei's name on the phone screen.
You have done the wrong thing yourself, so you should just make yourself feel better.
What else can I do?
Let him go? No way.
In this life, Chi Cheng is determined to defeat Wu Suowei.
No matter what the cost, no matter what the method.
He swiped his finger and exited the call record page.
The screen went dark.
He suddenly jumped down from the low cabinet. The little jealous girl was so startled that she almost slipped off, and her fingertips wrapped around Chi Cheng tightened.
Chi Cheng walked straight to the bathroom.
The water poured over his head, trying to extinguish the anxiety in his heart that had nowhere to vent and... a hint of barely perceptible panic.
Early the next morning.
Wu Suowei was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, and his mouth was covered with foam.
He looked at his slightly haggard face in the mirror, his mind still working at high speed.
How to get along with Chi Cheng?
Confirming the hypothesis is key.
But what about asking directly “Are you dead too?” or “Do you remember your past life?”?
Too stupid, too dangerous.
What if Chi Cheng didn't remember, then he would be the one to explode the truck; what if Chi Cheng remembered... Wu Suowei shuddered, not daring to think about how Chi Cheng would react.
Temptation.
You have to test it inconspicuously.
Taking advantage of filming?
We happen to have a rival scene today, and it’s a scene where we have to kneel down and admit our mistakes.
The little flame of evil taste in Wu Suowei's heart flared up again.
Chi Cheng, ah Chi Cheng, you deserve this day! You must have been so arrogant in your previous life!
He rinsed his mouth and wiped his face.
I opened the closet and rummaged through a pile of T-shirts that were either washed out or had strange logos printed on them.
His fingers rested on a light grey T-shirt.
This one looks a little newer and... not as shabby?
He hesitated for a moment, then pulled it out and put it on.
Forget it, it’s not a date, does it matter what I wear?
The important thing is to make money and observe Chi Cheng!
Wu Suowei encouraged himself, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
The footsteps stopped instantly.
Under the shade of the trees on the roadside, the familiar black sports car was parked there as usual.
Chi Cheng was not sitting in the car.
He was leaning against the hood, one long leg casually resting on the ground and the other leg slightly bent.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on him.
He lowered his head slightly, and the loose hair on his forehead covered part of his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. But just that posture revealed a coldness that kept strangers away.
Wu Suowei's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and shrink back.
But it was too late.
Chi Cheng seemed to feel his gaze and raised his head.
His sight accurately captured the figure at the door. The sunlight fell on the clean clothes, making the skin on Wu Suowei's exposed neck and arms look particularly white.
The pink color softened his slightly tense features, revealing a clean and cute look.
Chi Cheng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a slight arc, and the gloom in his eyes was instantly dispelled.
anyway.
He was about to decide on the person in front of him.
It doesn't matter whether you use coaxing, deception, or force.
As long as he is in his sight.
However, the next second, he saw Wu Suowei's body obviously stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, lowered his head and tried to slip to the other side along the wall, obviously trying to avoid him.
The smile in Chi Cheng's eyes instantly cooled.
He stood up straight, his voice not loud, but clear enough to penetrate the morning silence: "Where are you going?"
Wu Suowei paused, didn't turn around, and replied stiffly with his neck stiff, "What do you care?"
"Get in the car." Chi Cheng walked towards him with his long legs, his tone imperative, "Let's go to the set."
"I'll go by myself!" Wu Suowei immediately refused and quickened his pace.
"A taxi costs dozens of dollars." Chi Cheng's voice followed him, accurately hitting his soft spot.
Dozens of dollars!
Wu Suowei's heart skipped a beat.
It hurts!
He slowed down his pace, struggling internally: Dignity? Or a few dozen dollars?
How many steamed buns can you buy with a few dozen yuan? It can be eaten for several meals!
Wasting dozens of dollars just to get angry with Chi Cheng? What a waste!
He took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, as if he had made a huge decision: "I won't..."
"Alas~"
The rest of the words were interrupted by a short exclamation.
Wu Suowei felt his eyes go dark, and a huge force clamped around his waist.
He didn't even see how Chi Cheng moved before he was thrown onto Chi Cheng's shoulder.
"Put me down! Chi Cheng! You're crazy!" Wu Suowei was embarrassed and frightened. He struggled with his hands and feet, punching Chi Cheng's hard back with his fists as if he was tickling him.
Chi Cheng turned a deaf ear to him, carried him a few steps to the car, opened the door neatly, and stuffed the man in.
"Bang!" The car door closed, cutting off the outside air.
Li Gang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at his nose and his heart, not daring to breathe.
Chi Cheng walked around to the other side, opened the door and got in the car.
Wu Suowei was so angry that his chest was heaving. He pressed his whole body against the car door, wishing he could embed himself in it and get as far away from Chi Cheng as possible.
He turned his head to look out the window, leaving Chi Cheng with a puffy back of his head.
Li Gang started the car and the engine made a low roar.
He turned sideways and moved closer to Wu Suowei, his warm breath brushing against Wu Suowei's ear: "What's wrong? Are you really angry?"
Wu Suowei's body stiffened, and he shrank back towards the car door, muffled and said, "What do you care?"
"Unhappy?" Chi Cheng's voice was full of teasing, as if he knew the answer but asked it anyway, and there was also a subtle hint of inquiry.
He wanted to know the source of Wu Suowei's abnormality.
"Hmph," Wu Suowei snorted with a strong sense of resentment, "Scumbag."
Chi Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed softly, his chest vibrating.
Not only was he not angry, but he thought Wu Suowei's angry look was extremely cute.
He moved closer, almost touching Wu Suowei's ear, and lowered his voice with a hint of coaxing: "Okay, okay, I'm a scumbag, otherwise... I'll let you slap me again to vent your anger?"
He turned his face to the side that had been beaten yesterday, moving it a little closer.
Wu Suowei's heart trembled suddenly.
The scene on the set suddenly became clear.
The slap he had thrown with all his might, the crisp sound, and the clear fingerprints that quickly appeared on Chi Cheng's face...
He subconsciously turned his head and his eyes fell on Chi Cheng's cheek.
That fingerprint...it turns out that it hasn't completely disappeared yet.
Near his cheekbone, a faint red mark could be seen, standing out against his cold, pale skin.
A feeling of guilt suddenly surged up without warning, diluting the shame and anger I had just felt.
Wu Suowei's eyes dodged, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice softened unnaturally, a little awkwardly: "Ahem... still... still hurts?"
Chi Cheng looked at the guilt and uneasiness that flashed across his eyes, and a corner of his heart felt like it was gently brushed by a feather, making it itchy and soft.
He withdrew his face and said in a relaxed tone: "It doesn't hurt, your hands are weak."
He even curled the corners of his mouth.
Wu Suowei: ...
Does he have weak hands?
His hand was numb from the slap he received yesterday!
This bastard is lying again.
The guilt in his heart was instantly pierced, and he felt a little depressed, but looking at the red mark, he finally did not refute it. He just turned his head and continued to look out the window, silent and depressed.
The car was silent for a moment, with only the hum of the engine.
After a while, Chi Cheng's voice sounded again, breaking the silence: "Have you read the script?"
Wu Suowei said "hmm" as a response.
But my mind couldn't help but start recalling the contents of the script.
Today's play...
It was a scene where Xiaoyu finally couldn't stand it anymore and drove away the domineering boss Dalei. Then Dalei repented and ran to Xiaoyu's house on a rainy day to beg and admit his mistake.
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