Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

He froze for a few seconds, frowned, and pointed at the trolley in surprise: "Where did this thing come from?"

Bian Xinghuo explained: "I brought it before I came here."

Lu Jiaxi didn't want to understand how such a big thing was brought over by Bian Xinghuo quietly, and if he found fault, he got out without thinking: "Who allowed you to put such a big thing in my house."

Bian Xinghuo said warmly: "It doesn't take up space."

After speaking, he moved the drinks and tea sets on the trolley to the dining table, combined them into a stack, and folded them into a small sheet of A4 paper.

Lu Jiaxi was speechless.

After holding it in for a long time, I said again: "It's expensive, isn't it?"

The phrase "wasting money" was about to be uttered, when Bian Xinghuo said in a low voice: "Mr. Lu who doesn't need money, this is a handicraft made by my alumni at the same time. He gave it to me when I came back."

Lu Jiaxi really has nothing to say this time.

He finished his meal in silence, only to find that it was past eight o'clock.

The living room was very quiet, only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding from time to time in the kitchen.

Lu Jiaxi leaned on the sofa boredly, and the angle was just right enough to see the silhouette of the person washing dishes in the kitchen.

Looking at it this way, he is quite tall, wearing glasses is gentle, and he really has the temperament of a doctor.

But why on earth did a doctor come to work as his assistant?

It's still a major.

His beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and he stared at the people in the kitchen with probing eyes for a while, then took out his phone out of boredom, and entered the three words "Bian Xinghuo" in the search box inexplicably.

Unexpectedly, after a search, the results were actually found. Not only were there many Baidu entries, but there were also photos.

"Bian Xinghuo, born on December 1994, 12, Ph.D. in Finance Department of University A, was recruited into University A with excellent results at the age of 22, every year..."

There are two full pages of Baidu entries, all of which are brilliant achievements of Bian Xinghuo.

After reading it, Lu Jiaxi had one feeling—other people's children are typical high-end ones.

The entire life history is almost open, except for being forced to leave school a month ago.

The entry was recorded in the one who was forced to leave school a month ago, and there was nothing after that.

He couldn't help but look at the figure in the kitchen again.

Bian Xinghuo has finished washing the dishes and is wiping and drying them. The young man's movements are very skillful, as if he is used to doing these housework.

He can take care of people so thoughtfully, and is good at all aspects of housework, unlike a child from a rich family.

He saw in the entry that Bian Xinghuo was receiving a high scholarship every year, so he was able to get a doctorate at University A, probably because of the scholarship, right?

So what happened a month ago that made University A give up such a genius Ph. D., and why, such a Ph. D. would be reduced to the point where he wanted to be a personal assistant for a celebrity?

money?

He suddenly began to face up to Bian Xinghuo's words during the day.

His salary is really high.

At the beginning, it was [-] a month, and after driving away a bunch of assistants in a few days, Sister Lu paid him up to [-], including food and lodging, but only needed to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

But for a Ph.D. from a prestigious school, a mere salary of [-] yuan should not be considered a big deal, unless... he is deliberately suppressed by someone in a high position, like...

Lu Jiaxi was thinking seriously, when a gentle voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "Mr. Lu, the kitchen utensils have been packed."

The person who had been arranged by him in his mind to have a miserable life experience clearly appeared next to him all of a sudden, making him tremble in fright.

"Bian Xinghuo, do you make no sound when you walk?"

It was still the young man's gentle answer: "If Mr. Lu is not used to it, I will increase the footsteps next time."

Lu Jiaxi: "..."

He found that talking to this person was like beating cotton with his fist, and he was always angry with himself.

"At the end of the corridor is the projection room on the right, go and turn on the equipment." After calming down a little, Lu Jiaxi spoke.

Bian Xinghuo nodded in agreement, and walked towards the screening room that Lu Jiaxi had mentioned.

The footsteps... at least one degree louder than before.

Lu Jiaxi: "..."

He only lazily got up from the sofa when he heard the sound of the machines in the projection room, and walked towards the projection room with bare feet.

There are at least three colors of slippers at the door of the house, but he never likes to wear them, both in winter and summer.

The young man stepped on the wooden floor with his slender and beautiful feet like white jade, and the sound of his footsteps was subtle and lazy.

The lights in the projection room were on, a somewhat dim warm light.

He walked in, sat down on the sofa opposite the projector, curled his legs up, and lay lazily on the edge of the sofa.

Bian Xinghuo put down the switch of the projector, and when he bent down, his eyes happened to bump into the young man's feet on the sofa.

The soles of the feet have just stepped on the floor, and the faded blood is slowly returning. The young man's skin is as delicate and smooth as a ball of suet, and even the curled up toes are so beautiful and clean that there is nothing to say.

A momentary gleam flashed in the pitch-black eyes under the black-rimmed glasses, and disappeared completely the moment Bian Xinghuo raised his hand to hold the glasses.

Bending his waist straight up, he put his hands on his stomach, still looking gentle, and asked in a gentle voice: "What does Mr. Lu want to see?"

Lu Jiaxi raised his eyelids and gave him a direct look, not even bothering to say something like "You don't know what I want to see, what's the use of having you as an assistant".

Bian Xinghuo smiled knowingly, turned around and walked towards the storage rack where the video tapes were placed.

The projection room has a dedicated video tape player, and the storage shelves are full of video tapes.

Most of the video tapes have old scratches, which shows how much Lu Jiaxi loves these video tapes on weekdays.

Each video tape is marked with a label. Looking at the label, the upper rows are movies, and the lower rows should be life videos.

The film title and the director's name are marked on the movie video tapes, but among the dozens of video tapes, only one video tape has a different director name, and all the other films are produced by one person.

Bian Xinghuo's hand slid across the video tape with the only different source, his eyes lingered for a moment, and finally he pulled out another movie called "Little Pony and Victory".

He was about to put the video tape into the player, but at this moment Lu Jiaxi stopped him.

"name."

Bian Xinghuo turned around politely, and looked at Lu Jiaxi gently: "Pony and Victory."

Hearing this answer, Lu Jiaxi was stunned for a moment.

He raised his head and looked at Bian Xinghuo for a long time, then said after a while: "Why did you choose this one?"

"To be honest, I have seen all the works of Director Lost. I think Mr. Lu needs a light comedy to ease his mood now." Bian Xinghuo explained with a gentle smile.

After hearing this, Lu Jiaxi suddenly sat up from the sofa.

"You said you've seen all the movies directed by me... Lost?" He looked at Bian Xinghuo less casually by two points, and two points more imperceptibly hot.

Bian Xinghuo nodded as usual: "Yes, Mr. Lu, Director Lost is the director I respect the most."

Lu Jiaxi stared at him for a long while, seemingly unbelieving, but he was half suspicious: "Is it true? Since you said you've seen them all, you are a doctoral student and you should have a good memory. Read all the movie names for me." I listen."

After the words fell, Bian Xinghuo still had the same expression as before, and responded to Lu Jiaxi's request: ""Little Pony and Victory", "Lonely Brigade"..."

After about a minute or so, the young man enunciated clearly, and spoke slowly and reported all the movies that got lost, no matter if it was a famous big movie or a small work of practice.

Lu Jiaxi listened and lay back on the sofa, looking at Bian Xinghuo with rare kindness for the first time.

After a while, the voice fell, and he said quietly: "Just play this one."

The author has something to say:

Our brother Lu has already arranged the life experience for our big brother in the bottom of his heart.

A wild head, the beginning of a pathetic way to be eaten〃?〃