Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Fu Jingmo's gaze was like an ice edge with a blade, slashed across Lu Wanghe's face inch by inch, and paused every word: "This is the best."

"Aunt Liu, please take him to the guest room."

The slender young man took a few steps back, and the overwhelming sense of oppression was relieved. Only then did Lu Wanghe see a middle-aged woman busy with housework in the kitchen on the right side of the living room, probably the "Aunt Liu" that Fu Jingmo said.

Aunt Liu was in her early forties and was well maintained. When she heard Fu Jingmo's words, she immediately responded, wiped her hands on her apron, and greeted Lu Wanghe.

"Hey, handsome young man, come on, I'll take you to the guest room to have a look."

The decoration of Fu Jingmo's home is not considered luxurious, but the placement of each object is carefully designed, making it an environment that makes people feel comfortable after just looking at it.

Especially the guest room, which was decorated with his favorite light blue color.He remembered that he participated in a talk show before time travel. When he led the host to his bedroom to shoot, he was ridiculed by fans for "I like the light blue that little boys like".

But after recalling the indifference in Fu Jingmo's eyes looking at him just now, and with those warning words, Lu Wanghe also knew that this guest room was arranged according to that Bai Yueguang's preferences.

I also like light blue, but it's just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

There was a very faint look of nostalgia in the boy's eyebrows, and he was quickly tidied up bit by bit, and he followed Aunt Liu around the guest room expressionlessly.

"Your name is Huo Yuan, right? You are so handsome, even better than the stars on TV." Aunt Liu smiled enthusiastically, "Here, the clothes in the closet are all your size. The bathroom and toilet are over there. There is a small balcony…”

"You can just call me Xiaoyuan."

Lu Wanghe thanked him and looked at them one by one. Every place was quite to his liking, simple and refreshing, and he could sit on the balcony and read a book in the afternoon.

"Sir, he is busy with work and not very much at home, but he never allows others to enter his bedroom..."

Lu Wanghe nodded: "I see."

Not to mention that he is just pretending to be Huo Yuan, he has no feelings for Fu Jingmo, and has no intention of prying into other people's privacy.

What's more, he is a counterfeit substitute, if the truth is revealed, it is uncertain what Fu Jingmo will do to him.Naturally, it is safe and sound, and it is best not to violate the river water with Fu Jingmojing.

"Xiaoyuan, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go back to the kitchen first."

Lu Wanghe sent Aunt Liu to the door, then went to the closet to pick out a white sweater at random, went into the bathroom, took a shower and changed.

As soon as he came out after drying his wet hair, he heard someone knocking on the door. It was Aunt Liu's voice: "Xiaoyuan, sir, please go to the study."

It was already evening, and the sky was dark early in early spring, the light outside the window was already a bit dim, and the border between the sky and the earth was faintly seeping through the night.

Lu Wanghe adjusted his attire, and after confirming that he was wearing a white sweater and black sweatpants, he was not suspected of being "sexy", and then followed Aunt Liu to the study.

"Sir, Xiaoyuan is here."

The study door was not completely closed, Lu Wanghe saw the young man sitting behind the desk leaning on the back of the chair through the gap, his phoenix eyes were a little lazy when there was no one in private, but his words were still sharp.

"As for the acquisition plan of Mingxia Entertainment, I don't want to see the third revised draft. If you can't even do this little thing well, you don't have to stay in Hongtu any longer."

Fu Jingmo closed the laptop casually, moved his eyes to the door, and said lightly: "Let him in."

Lu Wanghe walked into the room and naturally sat down on the sofa farthest from Fu Jingmo: "Is there anything you can do with Mr. Fu?"

"Since we have obtained a marriage certificate, the expenses that should be paid to you will not be less. This is an agreement. As long as you do your job well and do what you like, I will not interfere with you."

Lu Wanghe was in a good mood after being straight to the point. The boy walked to Fu Jingmo's desk, took the agreement, and finally saw the style of the tail ring clearly this time.

The rose gold and aquamarine gemstone tail ring is a ring specially designed for him by the designer after he was invited to be the image ambassador of a well-known international jewelry brand before time travel.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu still likes his tail ring style.

Lu Wanghe was in a daze for a long time, just about to withdraw the hand that took the agreement, but he didn't think that this half-beat slow movement, in Fu Jingmo's eyes, seemed to be some kind of ignorance.

Wearing a slightly loose hoodie, he looks like a small boy with a cat-like face. When his peach-blossom eyes are thinking, his peach-like lips are naturally slightly raised, bright and lively.

"It seems that you did a lot of homework before you got married."

Lu Wanghe felt that the other half of the agreement in his hand was firmly clamped by the young man's slender fingers, and then he came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes: "What did you say?"

"I repeat, no matter how hard you try to imitate him, even if you make your face exactly like his, you will not be him. Do you understand?"

What kind of person is this Huo Yuan that I pretended to be, and what methods did Fu Jingmo use to get Fu Jingmo to agree to marry him, and he is always on guard against disgust?

Looking at Fu Jingmo's appearance, he probably really loves Bai Yueguang deeply.

I'm afraid that no matter what I do, in his eyes, I always carry the vicious filter of the original Huo Yuan, and I am pretending to be Bai Yueguang in an attempt to seduce him.

Thinking of this, Lu Wanghe simply did not refute, and just quietly stalemate with Fu Jingmo for a few seconds before he got the agreement.

The boy's hands had never done rough work, they were fair and delicate.Just pulling a stack of paper like this made his fingertips turn red.

Lu Wanghe read the agreement carefully one by one.

The general idea is that they are just a contract marriage, or a hidden marriage, there will be no reality of husband and wife, and the marriage is just a pretense.

As long as he acts as a loving couple with Fu Jingmo when he needs it, and deceives the relatives in the Fu family who have tried their best to give Fu Jingmo the Sai people, and does not embarrass him, he can do whatever he likes.

Spend money as you like, buy things as you like, and do whatever you want as long as your hobbies are not illegal.

But don't try to make Fu Jingmo fall in love with him and replace Bai Yueguang.

And such good things?

Lu Wanghe was also worried that Boss Fu accepted Bai Yueguang's substitute, so he might have some special hobby that can't be said by outsiders.

Lu Wanghe absolutely couldn't accept living a married life with a person who had no feelings for money, and was worrying about how to prevent Fu Jingmo from touching him. At this moment, seeing this agreement, all worries disappeared immediately.

This kind of agreement, everyone gets what they need, so there is no reason not to sign it.

As for the content that took advantage of Fu Jingmo, it was nothing more than a matter of money.

He has already made up his mind, and when the matter here is settled, he will go out to find the crew, and return to his old job as an actor.

With this body's age, figure, appearance, and his acting skills, he didn't believe he couldn't make money to support himself.

At that time, he will spend his own money, and he will not owe Fu Jingmo.

Lu Wanghe took a pen and signed it neatly. When signing, he almost wrote the wrong name. Because he didn't know Huo Yuan's original handwriting, he wrote it a little bit scribbled.

But the foundation of calligraphy for many years cannot be covered up by scribbled handwriting.

Just after signing and handing back the agreement, Lu Wanghe bumped into Fu Jing's dark eyes.

Can't help thinking in my heart: Could it be that my handwriting also looks like Mr. Fu's white moonlight?

Fortunately, Fu Jingmo probably saw that he had signed obediently, he was not acting like a monster, and he was in a good mood, so he just glanced at him and signaled him to leave.

Lu Wanghe walked out of the study and closed the door, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, he didn't notice Fu Jingmo's fingertips rubbing the agreement, and the dark look in his phoenix eyes.

The young man heard the soft sound of the study door closing, a few shadows fell between his brows under the bright light, his phoenix eyes closed, and the coldness inside suddenly disappeared.

His fingertips were still on the agreement, Lu Wanghe's signature.

After a long time, he stood up slowly, put the agreement in the drawer and put it away.