Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Zhao Yu could hear the coldness in Lu Wanghe's words through the mobile phone.

He knows the artists he brought out by himself best, don't look at Lu Wanghe's usual smiling, polite and easy-going manner.

In fact, once he has made up his mind or touched the bottom line, no one can try to persuade him to change his mind, he is so stubborn that ten cows cannot be pulled back.

All right, if you don't speculate on CP, you won't speculate. His artistes can rely on their strengths, why rely on their business, at most they just become famous a little later.

Zhao Yu slowed down his tone: "Okay, I'll contact the crew immediately and refuse... Well, Xiaolu, I'll tell you about the CP speculation, don't let Boss Fu know."

Lu Wanghe reacted so much when he heard that he wanted to fire CP, let alone Mr. Fu.

Knowing that he will have to deduct several months of salary in the future.

With the hands-free on, Lu Wanghe turned his face and glanced at Fu Jingmo, seeing that the coldness on the young man's face had faded a little, and his pursed lips relaxed a little.

Thinking about Zhao Yu again, although the proposal to fire CP is really not very good, after all, from the point of view of an agent, of course, he hopes that the more fans he has, the more popular he is, the better, which is beyond reproach.

So Lu Wanghe thought about it and lied: "Don't worry Brother Zhao, Boss Fu is not with me...I won't tell him."

After a while, he spent time coaxing the overturned Dog Hook.

Boss Fu, who was almost smelling of vinegar, half-closed his phoenix eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and watched his boyfriend tell clumsy lies without saying a word.

Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good... No, don't you live in the same hotel as Mr. Fu? Doesn't he share a room with you?"

Lu Wanghe, who just slept with the big dog in his arms last night, did not change his face.

"Of course not with me."

"Oh, then I'll hang up. I'll drive over to pick you up tomorrow morning to Hengdian Studios."

Seeing Fu Jingmo's dark eyes, Lu Wanghe quickly retorted: "No brother Zhao, Fu Jingmo will send me there."

"Okay, hang up."

Lu Wanghe put down his mobile phone, put it in his trouser pocket at any time, and was still writing a draft in his heart, when he heard the chair pull away "嗞啦".

The tall and slender young man beside him slowly got up, walked behind him in two steps, leaned close to his neck, pressed his hands on the table, and completely confined him in his arms.

"Fried cp?"

The deep voice was like a smile but not a smile, and the warm breath sprinkled on the skin of Lu Wanghe's neck.

"I'm not with you?"

The tail tone dropped two more degrees, almost hoarse.

Lu Wanghe's cheeks burned up, his eyelashes quivered a few times, and they were half drooping to hide the slightly bewildered look in his eyes.

He tried to explain a few words first: "Didn't I refuse... I never thought of agreeing."

Fu Jingmo didn't seem to hear his explanation, so he went on talking on his own.

"I won't share a room with you?"

The thin lips kissed the skin on the side of his neck with a bit of force.

When it was released, a bright crimson plum blossom was left behind.

Lu Wanghe hummed softly, carefully distinguishing the slight annoyance in Fu Jingmo's tone that couldn't be concealed.

He reached behind his back and hooked Fu Jingmo's neck.

She leaned her neck up and let him kiss her.

The handsome eyebrows and eyes were stained with a layer of misty laziness.

"...You are by my side, let's live in one room." Lu Wanghe's voice was a little hoarse, as if infected, and coaxed softly, "We not only live in one room, but also in one bed."

"Don't be jealous... It's impossible for me to fry CP with others, you know."

Half an hour later, Lu Wanghe walked into the bathroom with the ointment, looked at the person in the mirror with red and swollen lips, and the side of the neck was covered with red spots, and couldn't help but exert some force on the long and thin knuckles holding the medicine bottle.

His silly dog ​​drank a few jars of vinegar... He actually made him like this with his mouth.

If he didn't apply some medicine, he probably wouldn't be able to go to the crew to film normally tomorrow.

After all, he couldn't wear a turtleneck sweater to shoot a drama of the Republic of China, could he?

Lu Wanghe dipped some ointment with his fingertips, carefully dabbed it on the red marks on the side of his neck, and sighed softly.

Next time, you can't turn on the hands-free casually, even though Fu Jingmo doesn't care if the crew wants him and Zuo Kai to fire CP, he can't agree to this kind of business method.

But for the smooth progress of my filming work, instead of going to work with hickeys all over my neck, it is better to be careful about such things in the future.

"Hehe, Hehe?"

Lu Wanghe raised his face slightly, his fair and slender neck bent into a beautiful arc.

"……What's wrong?"

Fu Jingmo took the ointment in his hand, and half a moment later, the fingertips that had applied the ointment gently rubbed the skin on the side of his neck.

Lu Wanghe was so happy that he didn't have to do it himself, he relaxed his body and leaned into Fu Jingmo's arms, humming softly.

"You still have a little conscience."

Fu Jingmo just quietly applied the medicine to him without answering.

Lu Wanghe closed his eyes and waited for a while, then felt something was wrong, and turned to look at him.

The young man's light tea-brown eyes seemed to have fallen a layer of snow, a little empty, and a little self-blaming, as if he was regretting something.

"...I've finished kissing, now I feel like I've kissed too much?"

Lu Wanghe glanced at the mirror, the ointment was almost applied, so he took back the medicine bottle, put it on the sink, and grabbed Fu Jingmo's sleeve to let him reach under the faucet to rinse.

Fu Jingmo looked down at him: "Am I..."

"Except for kissing a little hard... I didn't do anything wrong." Lu Wanghe bent his lips, "If you had any gossip, my reaction would not be much better than yours."

Emotional things, even if I know it is fake, rumored, made up, or business, but I can't help being jealous, wanting to drag my people back to me, and stamp my own brand , and announce it in front of everyone.

Look, so many of you like him, but he only likes me, he only belongs to me, what can you do with me? !

Even now that he thinks that there are still many people in the entertainment industry coveting Fu Jingmo, and thinks that once he climbs into his bed and he will make a fortune, he will feel an inexplicable sense of vigilance in his heart.

Since he himself is like this, naturally he can't ask Fu Jingmo to be magnanimous.

Don't be generous to anyone, it's fine.

The young man's eyes warmed up a few degrees, and he suddenly asked in thought: "Really?"

Lu Wanghe raised his eyebrows: "Why, you want to bribe the marketing account to release some frivolous news to see my reaction?"

"Do you believe that I can make you stop going back to the company for a week, and don't even think about showing up in video conferences?"

Fu Jingmo looked more expectant.

"really?"

The tone was actually a bit serious and eager to try.

Lu Wanghe: "..."

He left Fu Jingmo's arms expressionlessly, and walked towards the room without looking back.

"Fake, if you have lace news, I don't want you, just break up!"