After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

Zhao Liuke sat on the sofa flipping through the recipes and chose a few dishes. It was 11:30 and he fell asleep.

Huo Jinfeng's mental state is much better than before.

In the original book, Huo Jinfeng watched his mother jump off the balcony. At that time, he stopped filming to accompany her when he came back from abroad because of his mother's poor mental state.

That's why he got into a car accident.

He couldn't feel his legs, but he didn't want to heal his legs. He was no longer hospitalized when he was well-raised, and went back to accompany her in a wheelchair.

She was much more energetic during that time.

Zhao Liuke dreamed about this passage, he was like a God's perspective, seeing the person who was still stable after a car accident...

He turned over on the sofa, frowned tightly, and made a low struggling sound.

The point of collapse is coming soon.

Until one night, Huo Jinfeng entered the room with a bowl of porridge, and the window was wide open, just in time to see the sky filled with sunlight.

The gorgeous orange-red fire clouds were in the sky, meeting his eyes, and dyed the irises of the young actor into a beautiful golden color.

The woman took two steps forward from the balcony on the fourth floor, and jumped up, lightly like a flying butterfly.

A big hole was punched in the mud in the garden downstairs.

Zhao Liuke was cold all over.

He saw Huo Jinfeng stunned for a few seconds, and gently pushed the porridge bowl in his hand.

Only trembling hands betrayed his thoughts.

The hot porridge spilled on the legs;

The servant who built the flower bed downstairs found his wife jumping off the balcony and screamed;

The servant came up to him and hurriedly wiped the porridge off his legs;

120 is honking;

It's all chaos.

The world is clear and open, and the cool wind blows into the manor from the wilderness, blowing away Huo Jinfeng's long forehead hair.

He saw the strange light in Huo Jinfeng's eyes.

Huo Jinfeng spoke, not knowing who to ask, his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion.

"No one can change..."

Zhao Liuke's leg twitched, and he kicked on the coffee table, knocking over a glass he used to drink just now, and it fell to the floor, shattering and cracking.

He woke up from the pain, got up and grabbed the soles of his feet, straightened his legs, and let out a breath.

His heart was beating violently, and a sore feeling crawled through his body along the blood flow.

Zhao Liuke was sweating profusely, picked up a tissue to wipe it clean, and then woke up from the open but suffocating environment in the dream.

He rolled his eyes, blinked away the hazy feeling, and looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Huo Jinfeng, who was sitting opposite him at some point, saw him wake up, and asked aloud, "Are you hungry?"

Zhao Liuke was startled a little, his eyes froze for a moment.

After seeing that it was Huo Jinfeng, he fell silent again.

This look is too obedient.

Huo Jinfeng thought nonchalantly.

The young man rubbed his stomach, looked down at his wrinkled shirt, looking dull in thinking, his eyes fell on Huo Jinfeng's lap, and then looked down.

In Huo Jinfeng's view, his depression came for no reason.

"I'll go get something to eat."

"Have a nightmare?"

The two spoke at the same time.

"Ah."

"Ah."

The two said at the same time.

Zhao Liuke woke up a little bit, had just had such a dream, he really couldn't laugh, subconsciously wanted to stay away from him.

As a result, such unanimity amused him.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "You speak first."

Huo Jinfeng shook his head: "Is your hand ready? The wedding banquet will be held again soon, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It just so happens that the filming hasn't started yet."

"Hands are ready," Zhao Liuke paused, and actually wanted to ask him how he knew the filming hadn't started yet, but he wisely shut up and asked, "What should I do?"

"Are you good at acting? Just pretend to be affectionate." Huo Jinfeng said indifferently. When facing Zhao Liuke, he talked more than usual, like a normal person.

He recalled Zhao Liuke's one-and-a-half-minute performance, and thought, the acting skills are not only good.

How could such a person only run the notice before?

Zhao Liuke nodded to express his understanding.

He stood up and stepped over the debris, putting on his gloves to clean up the debris, while Huo Jinfeng looked at him from the sidelines.

He moved neatly and cleaned quickly. There was no carpet on the ground because it was wheelchair-friendly, so he could pick up the debris.

After packing it up, I packed it in a plastic bag, wrapped it with an account, pasted a piece of paper on it and wrote "glass shards", and there was a bold and long exclamation mark at the end.

Zhao Liuke opened the refrigerator——

The fridge was empty.

He turned around and met Huo Jinfeng's playful eyes, and surrendered, "I'm going downstairs to buy vegetables."

Huo Jinfeng nodded and picked up his ipad to read some unknown newspaper.

When he went downstairs, Huo Jinfeng slid two fingers to go away from the current page, clicked on a video software, and opened a variety show that was rarely popular.

On the screen, it was Zhao Liuke participating in a blunt performance in a variety show.

Can a person's acting skills change so much in just a few days?

He looked at it for a long time, and when the pointer pointed to around three o'clock, he closed the page.

The acting is too bad to watch.

At the same time, the nimble young man had brought a large bag of vegetables, meat and a pot, opened the door, and smiled at him.

There are a lot of things, but he holds them effortlessly, and even makes people feel organized.

Huo Jinfeng thought of the silent young man in the tidbits he saw just now.

Totally two people.

Zhao Liuke bought a lot and swiped the card given by Huo Jinfeng.

He didn't look at that card carefully. When he took it out to swipe it today, he realized that it was different from his original bank card. It was platinum, beautiful and luxurious.

He unpacked the pan, opened the box, folded it and put it aside, cleaned and oiled the pan to be used today.

Put some vegetables and meat that need to be frozen into food bags and put them in the refrigerator.

Then wash some vegetables and boil water, and put them in the refrigerator to freeze after blanching.

Leaving enough food for two, he soaked the vermicelli and opened the duck blood, and started to process the shrimp.

It may be that the sound of water in the kitchen has not sounded for a long time. When Huo Jinfeng controlled the wheelchair and came to the door of the kitchen, he rarely felt in a daze.

The smell of hot air, steam, and spices mixed together, and the range hood made a slight vibrating sound.

These stacked sounds and smells opened up his long-lost senses. Huo Jinfeng originally wanted to take a look, but was left where he was.

Ordinary and beautiful, Huo Jinfeng can't remember the last time he felt this way.

Zhao Liuke was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, which was mainly reflected in his cooking speed.

He cooked four dishes in more than half an hour, braised prawns in oil, duck blood vermicelli soup, boiled lettuce, and even fried a few saury.

He didn't put much on the plate, but the appearance was good enough. When all the dishes were cooked to the same extent, the rice was ready.

He held the rice spoon to put the rice, glanced casually, and saw Huo Jinfeng propped his chin with his hands, half-raised his eyes, and didn't know how long he had been looking at him.

His hands were steady, his face was expressionless, but his heart trembled.

Zhao Liuke brought the meal to the table, and Huo Jinfeng had already sat at the table. He didn't feel that disability was a big deal, and propped up his body steadily.

Zhao Liuke took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, and posted them on Weibo, which was counted as business.

His mobile phone was used by the original owner before. After using it for a long time, it is inevitable that it will be bumped and bumped. It looks miserable.

He opened WeChat and saw the message, it was Di Yun.

[Di Ge: Where do you live?The company assigned a life assistant to you, and he added you, remember to agree.I've finished the filming, and the male lead is indeed that Lu Ming, and the filming will start in two weeks. 】

Zhao Liuke replied.

[Cut the knife: I don't need an assistant. 】

Di Yun returned quickly.

[Di Ge: How can I do that? You always need someone to help you in your daily life. In the past, Brother couldn’t get it for you. Now that you have it, why don’t you make good use of it? Feel free to use someone. 】

[Walk the knife: I didn't mean that...]

[Di Ge: I'm still in a meeting, and there's a drinking party tonight. If there's anything I need to talk about tomorrow, can I go through someone's application first? 】

Zhao Liuke sighed.

【Cut knife: OK】

Huo Jinfeng sat there watching him look at his mobile phone for a long time, and then he raised his head, his voice was cold, and he seemed not in a good mood: "Don't watch it?"

Zhao Liuke shook his head, "I won't read it."

"Yeah." Huo Jinfeng suppressed his inexplicably violent emotions.

He was angry, but it was so funny that he felt like a vexatious schoolboy.

He was angry at Zhao Liuke for breaking a small agreement, eating and playing with his mobile phone.

But they never agreed.

Zhao Liuke put down his phone and started picking up food. He naturally gave the first chopsticks to Huo Jinfeng, and said, "My manager, Di Yun, has arranged for me a life assistant to take care of me. I don't want it."

Huo Jinfeng raised his eyes, his gloom was completely gone, like an ordinary person: "How do you say?"

"Let's not say that I can take care of myself, just say that I live with you and it is very troublesome to be disturbed by others."

Zhao Liuke seemed a little annoyed by this situation, and frowned slightly, "Your legs are not good yet, I'm afraid that the assistant who came here is young and ignorant, and I can't help but beat him."

He himself didn't realize how biased his words were.

Huo Jinfeng heard himself say.

"Is your agent treating you well?"

Zhao Liuke ate the prawns sullenly, and said after chewing: "Well, it's too good for me. I don't want this assistant, and I have to give it to me. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow and change it. I'm not a child, so I don't need it."

"That's easy." Huo Jinfeng said.

He is like a giant dragon who has found his beloved treasure, which is a human being, but he is willing to give him the most shining diamonds.

"Go out tomorrow, fill the house, and let your agent know by the way."

Zhao Liuke's eyes lit up.

Indeed, Di Yun's original intention for him to have a life assistant was to make him live a better life, as long as he knew that he was fine now.

Huo Jinfeng casually looked at the fragrant dishes in front of him, and then said: "It's too tiring to cook every day, the servant is not here today, I..."

The young man interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

An obedient insect slips into a pitcher plant trap.

"No, soon, I'm not busy," Zhao Liuke continued, "it's agreed in the agreement, otherwise it's not good for me to do nothing."

"Then take me grocery shopping tomorrow, okay?"

"no problem."

Zhao Liuke scooped up soup for him.