Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

"Like... really like, as long as he is sent to Mr. Fu's side, the company will be saved!"

The indistinct voice sounded far and near, Lu Wanghe struggled to open his eyes, but found that his eyes were dark, and his head hurt like a needle prick.

The picture in his mind still stays in the car when he took the "Cannes Best Actor" trophy, the oncoming out-of-control truck and the terrified exclamations of the people around him.

A glass of cold water was poured over his head, and Lu Wanghe suddenly woke up from the icy cold feeling. What he saw was a middle-aged man with oily hair and pink face. The bustling street was outside the nearby car window.

"Boy, you have already signed the contract. I will give you 500 million yuan to pretend to be my son and marry Mr. Fu. You have already taken the money. What can you do for such a good thing?"

The car drove into the bottom of the bridge, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The young man reflected on the car window looks like he is only eighteen or nine years old. He has fine bones, a handsome face, a pair of peach blossom eyes with a bit of rebelliousness, and the slightly raised eye ends make this face look a little bit Indistinguishable beauty.

It is very similar to his appearance before he was alive, but his temperament and charm are a little different. The cold and dignified actor Lu will not have such a rebellious and ruffian look in his eyes.

In a car accident, how did he turn into a teenager who looked very similar to him but had never met him before?

Could it be that he acted in too many time-travel dramas during his lifetime, and Lord Yan really let him experience time-traveling after his death?

The current situation does not allow him to think too much, the young man frowned: "Boss Fu?"

"Boss Fu Jingmo Fu is the president of Hongtu Star Entertainment. Many people are eager to climb into his bed. If you marry him, you will enjoy an endless life of wealth and honor."

The president of Hongtu Star Entertainment?

Isn't that his former employer?

It's just that they don't have much contact with each other. Fu Jingmo is a well-known bigwig in the business world. The business empire he has built includes real estate, jewelry luxury goods, media and entertainment... He has a vicious vision and ruthless methods.

Not married, and no pornographic news.

The only rumor that seems to be true or false is that Fu Jingmo has a Bai Yueguang who has been in love for many years.

But the meaning of this middle-aged man's words is to ask him to pretend to be someone and marry Fu Jingmo? !

Lu Wanghe couldn't help interrupting the man's words: "But I'm a man—"

"What's wrong with men, same-sex people can marry now. Who made you look like the person Mr. Fu likes?"

"Let me tell you, you owe hundreds of thousands of gambling debts. If you don't agree, when the debt collectors come, I can't save you!"

After some tentative inquiries, Lu Wanghe roughly understood.

The middle-aged man's son also looks like Fu Jingmo's Bai Yueguang, and he is willing to be a substitute.After finally reaching a marriage with the Fu family, he died unexpectedly.

In order not to let the marriage fail, this man hired him with 500 million yuan to be a stand-in for his stand-in and marry Fu Jingmo.

And the body he wore was an idle gambler who owed hundreds of thousands of debts to outsiders, and was almost beaten to death by debt collectors.Hearing that there is 500 million yuan available for being a stand-in, he agrees without hesitation.

Lu Wanghe pressed the space between his eyebrows.

Now besides being a stand-in for a stand-in, he is being chased for debts. Even if he thinks of other ways to earn money to pay off the debts, this middle-aged man probably won't let him go easily.

It's better to wait until Fu Jingmo's house, and then make plans.

The car drove into the villa area in the center of S City, and stopped outside the main entrance of a single-family villa.

A man who looked like a butler came over: "Is Mr. Huo Yuan here?"

The name of the person Lu Wanghe wants to pretend to be is Huo Yuan.

Before he could answer, the middle-aged man got out of the car, and said courteously, "Yes, Yuan'er, why don't you get out of the car soon? Don't make Boss Fu wait at home..."

Lu Wanghe opened the car door and got out, looking at the butler politely and carefully.

"Boss Fu went to the company in the morning and hasn't come back yet. Please ask Mr. Huo Yuan to sit in the living room for a while."

Although this young man approached Mr. Fu by all means, he was still a rich second generation who was ignorant and incompetent.But I have to admit that the boy who has just turned [-] is tall, has long legs and a slender waist, and his face looks like someone Mr. Fu likes.

Put it as a vase at home, at least it won't be annoying to look at.

Lu Wanghe calmly let the housekeeper look him up and down, brushed his hair casually, and combed his bangs that were a little wet from the tea, his overly delicate face gave off a bit of heroism.

"Thank you." The clear voice was polite and elegant without any pretentiousness, which stunned the housekeeper and the middle-aged man for a moment.

Is this what the spoiled little rich second generation who has no one in sight can say?

Is this something that foul-mouthed little gambler can say?

The air was strangely silent for a moment, Lu Wanghe just took a step to enter the gate of the villa, when he heard the sound of a car engine turning off behind him, followed by the respectful voice of the housekeeper.

"Sir, you are back."

Lu Wanghe subconsciously turned around and looked, his palms were hot and there was a thin layer of sweat.

The jet-black Cayenne was parked outside the villa, walking slowly towards them. The young man looked to be in his early 20s, and his face was sharp and handsome with sharp edges and aggressiveness.

A custom-made black suit, with a few traditional rolling cloud patterns tattooed on the cuffs, immediately added a bit of extravagance.

The tea-brown pupils are very light in color, but the light in them is extremely deep, falling lightly on his face, Lu Wanghe actually sensed some indescribable complex emotions from within.

"Boss Fu, this is Mr. Huo Yuan."

Following the butler's words, Fu Jingmo had already walked in front of him, and his complicated eyes turned into a touch of alienation and disgust, as if there was a hint of irony.

Fu Jingmo glanced at him.

"You come in, everyone else leaves."

The door of the villa was closed, and Lu Wanghe just entered the door and wanted to go forward, but found Fu Jingmo standing in front of him without moving. The young man was about 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than him.

With broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender legs, standing in front of him like this, he naturally blocked his way without using his hands. The strong sense of oppression made Lu Wanghe instinctively back a little, leaning his back against the door, and came There was a bone-piercing chill.

"What is Mr. Fu doing?"

Hearing the question, Fu Jingmo chuckled, his indifferent phoenix eyes seemed to be looking at some crude imitation: "Huo Yuan, didn't I say that there is absolutely no need for you to act in front of me."

"Do you think that if you look like him, I will like you? I agreed to the marriage, but because the family forced the marriage, I had to marry you and put it at home as a show."

"You're not him, don't think I'll touch you."

An hour ago, Lu Wanghe was a young film star who was admired by all the stars, but he was suddenly dismissed as a shameless scumbag, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and retorted: "Boss Fu, since we met until now, I haven't done anything. "

The young man smiled innocently, and his pitch-black peach blossom eyes overflowed with a charming look.

"But you, Mr. Fu, insisted on blocking me here and not letting me in."

As if he had heard some joke, Fu Jingmo narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, raised his hand and lightly tugged at the tie, and put a tail ring on his little finger with his knuckle hand, the style made Lu Wanghe feel a bit familiar.

But before he had time to think about it, he heard Fu Jingmo's icy voice: "Didn't do anything? Who did you show your wet shirt?"

Lu Wanghe was startled, and quickly lowered his eyes to take a look.

The tea splashed on the car not only wet his bangs, but also wet the neckline of his thin white shirt.

The juvenile's lustrous collarbone and the creamy white skin underneath are faintly visible, and it really has the seductive posture of a starlet crawling on the bed.

Lu Wanghe's words faltered, but he didn't feel much embarrassment. He is also a man, but he has ulterior motives if his clothes are so wet?

"It was accidentally knocked over while drinking water in the car." Lu Wanghe raised the corners of his lips, and said unhurriedly, "If Mr. Fu didn't look around, I would have gone to the bathroom to dry my clothes already."