Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Lu Wanghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...I'll get you some napkins, don't spill the chicken soup."

The chicken soup in the lunch box can be seen to be boiled for a long time, the color is golden, and it exudes a strong aroma.

Lu Wanghe brought the tissue and handed it over, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the chicken soup in front of him, suddenly said softly.

"I remember when I was a child, my mother also liked to boil chicken soup, and it was brought to school for me to drink at noon, saying that eating more roosters that could not crow would help me grow taller."

Hearing this, Fu Jingmo paused with his fingertips, put back the spoonful of soup that was brought into the air, and looked sideways at the boy sitting beside him.

"Really? I didn't see how tall you are." Qing Leng's voice was unhurried, but with a bit of a teasing smile, "What about now? If you miss home, you can always bring some supplements Go back and see your parents."

Lu Wanghe shook his head slowly, his nostalgic look slightly subdued, and he said softly: "My parents have passed away for many years... when I was very young."

Perhaps it was also fate, the little gambler he became through time travel also had his parents who died young and became an orphan at a very young age.It is probably because of the lack of care and teaching from parents that they went astray and owed so many debts, right?

Fu Jingmo was stunned for a moment: "Sorry..."

Lu Wanghe smiled slightly: "It's okay. After they passed away, many people actually treated me very well. I finally... didn't grow up too crookedly."

In the ward, only the corner of the hospital bed was turned on, and it warmly illuminated a small single bed. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, and their faces were covered with a thin layer of soft white.

The young man slightly lowered his eyelids, covering up the slight throbbing in his pupils, and his voice became more relaxed.

"Besides, I'm an actor, why am I so tall? It's not easy to play with actresses like you who are over 1.8 meters five!"

Fu Jingmo's frowned eyebrows relaxed a little, and without answering Lu Wanghe's words, he took off the small bowl on the upper layer of the lunch box, divided most of the chicken soup, and handed it to the young man.

With a low laugh: "That's what you said, but now... I'm afraid you don't even have 1.8 meters?"

"Although I don't know if the rooster that Director Xu sent is a rooster that can't crow, but it's still chicken soup. I can't finish it by myself. You should try some."

Lu Wanghe retorted subconsciously: "I'm 1.8 meters tall with my shoes on!"

Seeing most of the chicken and broth in the bowl, he pursed his lips again and swallowed the unspoken words.

He hummed slowly, "I'm only eighteen, and I can grow taller!"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

He blurted out a sentence: "Thank you."

This seemed to be the first time the two of them had sat together for a meal since they signed the marriage agreement.

"Although I can't go home to visit my mother now, but tomorrow is her memorial day, I still want to pay respects. It's just..."

"tomorrow?"

"Ah."

Fu Jingmo's knuckles holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

"...You go, I will go through the discharge procedure tomorrow morning, I don't need you to accompany me, I will tell Director Xu there."

Lu Wanghe keenly heard that the young man's voice seemed to be tense.There were complex emotions in the tea-brown phoenix eyes that he couldn't understand.

The young man hesitated for a moment, thinking that Fu Jingmo had misunderstood his meaning: "Mr. Fu, I will go tomorrow morning and be back at eight o'clock. It won't delay the work of the crew..."

"I know." The deepness in Fu Jing's eyes did not fade.

"...You can arrange it yourself."

Lu Wanghe has always been used to going to bed early, and he opened the folding bed before ten o'clock. He was just about to pull a piece of clothes and cover it casually, when he saw Fu Jingmo put down a few documents in his hand, got up and turned off the light.

Throwing over the quilt on the hospital bed again.

"I have paperwork and I don't sleep at night."

Lu Wanghe was covered by the quilt, pulled off the quilt and hugged him in his arms, only to see in the darkness, the corners of the lips of the young man not far away had a slight curvature.

It reminded him of the satisfaction that filled his heart when he got the bowl of chicken soup from his mother when he was young.

The boy lay down on his side, closed his eyes, and felt a rare softness in the corner of his heart.

"Good night."

"……Good night."

Fu Jingmo waited for a few moments, and when he heard the boy's breathing gradually calm down, he moved his eyes away from the phone, and fell on the boy's face cautiously and greedily.

Lu Wanghe has a handsome and delicate appearance, with soft eyebrows. At first glance, he looks like a coquettish puppet cat raised by a wealthy family.

But he seldom speaks on weekdays, and his expression is cold, so he naturally appears a little polite and cold.

It's just that when the young man was sleeping soundly, all these indifferent and luxurious appearances were replaced by a lazy and soft appearance.

The slightly curled knuckles tugged at the corners of the quilt, and the moist lips were slightly parted, showing a bit of childish childishness.The long and slender eyelashes together with the fine bangs cast a few shadows on the boy's face.

Fu Jingmo looked away suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he looked back at the information stored in his phone for a long time.

【Lu Songyu, his parents divorced very early and was raised by his mother. When he was seven years old, his mother died of cancer. The date of death was March 3. 】

March 3, which is tomorrow.

Lu Wanghe told him that his mother's memorial day is also tomorrow.

Looks seem to be a coincidence, similar habits are a coincidence, similar personalities are a coincidence, can it be a coincidence that even the mother's early death and the memorial day are on the same day?

If the person Lu Wanghe is going to pay homage to tomorrow is Lu Songyu's mother, does that mean that the person he has loved for more than ten years is really like something written in some supernatural novels. Attached to another person?

Does it mean that God has finally favored him once, allowing him, after endless thoughts and regrets, to finally have the opportunity to fully express the love that he could no longer express in words.

The young man raised his face slightly, his jaw line was smooth and beautiful, but it was extremely tense, and beads of sweat were almost dripping from his temples.

"Boss Fu, the car has already arrived at the downstairs of the hospital, ready to leave at any time, you..."

Fu Jingmo half-closed his eyes, clenched his hands tightly, and repeated it over and over again in his heart.

This is not a dream.

This is not a dream.

At 04:30 in the morning of the second day, Lu Wanghe got up lightly, put the folding bed away, and found that the young man who kept saying that he had documents to deal with last night was leaning on the hospital bed, with his eyes closed. fast asleep.

He smiled silently, and gently covered Fu Jingmo with the warm quilt in his hand, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then walked towards the hospital gate.

The young man didn't notice that Fu Jingmo opened his eyes as soon as he walked out of the door of the ward. There was no look of fatigue on his face, and the light-colored pupils reflected the still dark sky, but seemed to be shining into the stars. .

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Lu has already left the house. He is at the main entrance of the hospital. He seems to be taking a taxi."

"Okay, I'll come down right now."