Zhong Yuan took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, and the cold milk rolled down his throat because of Zhong Yuan's swallowing, reducing the heat in Zhong Yuan's body.

Zhong Yuan forcibly pulled himself away from the sequelae of an unfortunate past.

Players who cannot learn to be calm cannot play in the mid lane, cannot grasp the overall situation, and cannot make correct judgments. Judgment determines actions. A calm mind is the most important thing for mid laners.

Playing with the enemy's psychology is an essential homework for a good jungler and mid laner.

The night had passed, Zhong Yuan looked at the rising sun, and rationalized his thoughts a little bit. Among all the speculations last night, the one that Zhong Yuan dreaded the most was that this was Fu Fengqing's FYZ.

Fu Fengqing has absolute control over this team, and all his current powers are delegated by Fu Fengqing's acquiescence.

Then, what if he and Fu Fengqing fall apart?

Zhong Yuan stared at Fu Fengqing and Zheng Mingzhi's Weibo together, he still couldn't ignore the sourness in his heart.

But when did this sourness start?

Since when did I walk into the web woven by Fu Fengqing without knowing it, from a stranger to an older brother, and then to an ambiguous relationship like a lover?

Since when has he been unable to withdraw?

In the Weibo photo, Zheng Mingzhi and Fu Fengqing stood side by side.

Zhong Yuan stared at the content of Weibo, and the person who edited Weibo described Fu Fengqing as - President Fu.

Something flashed in Zhong Yuan's eyes.

President Fu!

The court notice that Fu Fengqing showed to Zhong Yuan!

The person who turned the Fu family from debt to the sky, and no one dared to disobey him, really, is he as kind as he shows?

The cold milk swallowed Zhong Yuan's throat again, and Zhong Yuan's thumb gripped the glass bottle of milk. Speaking of which, Fu Fengqing helped him develop even the habit of drinking milk.

Thinking of yesterday, I was not used to the fact that "there is no takeaway ordered by Fu Fengqing at the door", Zhong Yuan's back began to tingle.

Fu Fengqing had invaded his life in every way.

The contract signed with FYZ bound Zhong Yuan for three years, and the liquidated damages were so high that Zhong Yuan couldn't afford it.

Fu Fengqing did give Zhong Yuan a lot of money, but these were not enough for liquidated damages.

Zhong Yuan suddenly realized that his only source of income was firmly in the hands of Fu Fengqing.

In other words, once Fu Fengqing despises Zhong Yuan, he will usher in a darker time.

The youth of an e-sports player is only a few years. Once the liquidated damages cannot be paid, Zhong Yuan will not be able to leave FYZ within three years.

If Fu Fengqing hides him in the snow and prevents him from playing...

Such speculation made Zhong Yuan's heart sink. He didn't know what Fu Fengqing would do, but he didn't dare to bet.

Zhong Yuan didn't dare to bet that a person who carefully designed and approached him step by step would do nothing after being rejected.

Zhong Yuan looked at the Weibo interface on the phone again, and his fingers tightened while holding the phone.

After suddenly seeing the sweet trap woven by Fu Fengqing, it was hard for him to wonder why Fu Fengqing was photographed?Why would a person of his status allow this thing to become a hot search?

Who is it for?Why exactly, after I was kissed by Fu Fengqing, everyone would say in my ears that Zheng Mingzhi and Fu Fengqing used to be CPs, what are they talking about reuniting?

Zhong Yuan's fingers quickly typed and searched on Weibo, and when he saw the results that popped up, his pupils shrank for a while.

really!

All the previous stories about Fu Fengqing and Zheng Mingzhi began to spread this month. Zhong Yuan still remembered that when he first searched FYZ, he couldn't even find a clear photo of Fu Fengqing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't, wouldn't recognize Wind and Fu Fengqing as the same person.

Where did these people go to dig up the history of Fu Fengqing and Zheng Mingzhi?

If he didn't figure this out, what would Fu Fengqing do?

No, wait.

Zhong Yuan calmed himself down again, and thought about it first, what would he do if he didn't figure this out?

In other words, if he didn't have the vague and distant memory of his previous life, which brought him infinite glory and pride, and brought him a calm judgment, he would be shocked at this moment.

What kind of character will I develop from living in the village since I was a child?

He is afraid of trouble, he doesn't want to get involved with others, and he yearns for favoritism from the bottom of his heart. When he feels that he is hurt, he will fight back.

What would he do like this?

Zhong Yuan opened the curtains and stared out the window for a long time, the moon and the sun were in the same frame in the sky.

On the balcony connecting the two rooms, Fu Fengqing was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, seeing Zhong Yuan's gaze, this time he did not look away, but looked at Zhong Yuan gently and firmly as before.

Zhong Yuan took a deep breath, relaxed his mind, let himself forget all the speculation just now, and adjusted his state immersively. Now, he needs a verification.

Zhong Yuan tried his best to recall his state last night, his face was extremely tense, he saw Fu Fengqing's eyes, and he quickly closed the curtains.

Very good, this is the right thing to do, because I am afraid of trouble, so the first thing I think of is to escape.

Zhong Yuan buried himself on the gentle bed, thinking about how long he needs to escape. For the past two days, he has been avoiding Fu Fengqing, did he already instinctively escape?Should it be counted in time?

Fu Fengqing's voice on the phone and a chuckle could be faintly heard.Fu Fengqing had never laughed like this before, except for Zhong Yuan.

Fu Fengqing did the same last night, under Zhong Yuan's gaze, he made a phone call and then left.

So what should Zhong Yuan do now?

Zhong Yuan is extremely eager for favoritism, and every time he can't bear it for long, he will fight back.

Yes, now, according to the past inertia, he should be unable to hold back anymore.

Zhong Yuan rubbed his cheeks, closed his eyes, and experienced the discomfort in his heart like being bitten by insects, feeling the clamoring possessive desire in his mind, and the possessive desire said——his brother is his.

That's right, it's this kind of emotion, his brother is his, this kind of emotion has appeared many times.

Zhong Yuan felt himself divided into two, while immersed in experiencing the real feeling in his heart, while watching his performance coldly.

Ready!

Zhong Yuan grabbed the curtain of the French window with his hand.

He slowly opened the curtains and walked slowly towards Fu Fengqing.

Fu Fengqing didn't look directly at him, or in other words, Fu Fengqing was looking ahead and didn't notice him at all.

Logically speaking, at this time, Zhong Yuan should be lost.

Zhong Yuan stretched out his hand in mid-air, helped his glasses, and then put them down because he didn't have them. It looked like the habit he had done countless times before.

Fu Fengqing was leaning on the balcony and looking forward, the phone in his hand was not hung up, what Zhong Yuan saw was his side face, under the sun, it was extremely dazzling, with sharp edges and corners, the moon in the sky had completely disappeared, Fu Fengqing was too good-lookingAdam's apple hit Zhong Yuan's eyes.

Probably Fu Fengqing was counting the time.

Because after Zhong Yuan walked for a short distance, Fu Fengqing took a look at Zhong Yuan.

How subtle is this?Probably, because of this, Zhong Yuan should have become even more flustered, and then pretended to be calm.

Because Zhong Yuan walked out as usual at this time, but he didn't get the immediate attention of Fu Fengqing who was already on the terrace as usual.

Zhong Yuan could only try his best to overcome the disappointment in his heart, and comfort himself that Fu Fengqing was on the phone, and it was normal if he didn't notice him.

Just after Zhong Yuan had finished his psychological work, Fu Fengqing "just happened" to see him at this moment.

At this time, Zhong Yuan had to use all his self-confidence in his life to prevent himself from escaping. In Fu Fengqing's eyes, he leaned on the railing beside him, pretending to come out to blow the air.

Fu Fengqing turned his head away again, as if he didn't notice Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan thought, at this moment, after the emotional ups and downs, he should be even more lost.

As a result, Zhong Yuan's feet moved, as if the courage he had accumulated with great difficulty was exhausted again.

Zhong Yuan moved to the side, removing the intimate distance with Fu Fengqing.

Intimate distance is the distance that people without rights cannot rush into. It is the culprit that causes people to be extremely uncomfortable on crowded buses, subways, and elevators. It is the space that connects with another person psychologically.

Zhong Yuan backed away from such a distance, expressing his abandonment.

He walked to the other side of the terrace, but just a few steps away, Zhong Yuan heard Fu Fengqing say into the phone: "Well, let's do this first."

The smoke in Fu Fengqing's hand burned to the end, he hung up the phone, and followed Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan could even feel Fu Fengqing's gaze behind him.

But he didn't dare to look back, and when he finally reached the railing, he seemed to be leaning against the railing.

Zhong Yuan casually glanced at Fu Fengqing. Fu Fengqing was standing in the trash can next to him, extinguishing his cigarette.

Fu Fengqing stood on the right side of the trash can, crushing the sparks from the burning cigarette butts with his left hand on the ashtray on the trash can.

But Zhong Yuan and Fu Fengqing walked from left to right. Obviously, it is more in line with people's habits to stop on the left side of the trash can and put out the cigarette end with their right hand.

Going against usage habits, just because it is closer to Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan saw all this in his eyes.

Now Fu Fengqing is too close to him, so close to Zhong Yuan that he can even smell the familiar smell of tobacco on Fu Fengqing's body.

What is unfamiliar is Fu Fengqing's strangeness with Zhong Yuan.

Fu Fengqing just stood beside Zhong Yuan, coughed twice with his hands against his fists, and he took another step forward, completely walking into Zhong Yuan's territory.

Zhong Yuan was already surrounded by Fu Fengqing's breath, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of tobacco all the time.

Instinctively, the same crimson as before slowly bloomed on Zhong Yuan's skin.

Zhong Yuan suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, and moved a few steps to the right, almost cornered by Fu Fengqing.

Zhong Yuan heard that Fu Fengqing had a hoarse voice, and naturally, as if picking up a topic at random, asked nonchalantly, as if saying that the weather is fine today.

Fu Fengqing asked Zhong Yuan: "These days, why are you avoiding me?"

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