Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Lu Wanghe hurriedly took the paper money out of the plastic bag, put it in an iron basin and lit it.

The small corner surrounded by clothes sheltered the fierce cold wind on the mountainside. Lu Wanghe watched as Fu Jingmo skillfully picked up a dead branch, fiddled with the paper money, let the dancing flames quickly burn them to ashes, and sent them to to a distant heaven.

The young man squatted, his shirt was soaked by the rain, and his back showed clear muscle lines.

Lu Wanghe's hand holding the umbrella tightened for a moment, and coughed lightly: "You... the mother of the friend you want to worship, are you ready to worship?"

Fu Jingmo stood up, his suit was already soaked, so he hung it on his arm.

"The worship is done."

Lu Wanghe took an umbrella and took a step forward, just about to say thank you, the umbrella in his hand was taken back, and then his wrist was gently pulled, and he immediately got next to Fu Jingmo.

"Let me hold an umbrella, you are not high enough."

Lu Wanghe was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up and saw the tip of Fu Jingmo's nose, he swallowed his rebuttal again.

There was a trace of warmth in his eyes: "...OK, please trouble Boss Fu to help me hold the umbrella."

The umbrella was not big, and the two big men walked next to each other, and their shoulders would get wet from the rain.

Fu Jingmo moved the umbrella in the direction of Lu Wanghe without any trace, and his voice was very soft.

"I am the umbrella for Lu Songyu."

The deep voice was almost blown to pieces in the rain and cold wind. When Lu Wanghe heard the word "Lu Songyu", he felt a rush of heat spreading along his spine to his limbs, his heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and he was suspicious. I was too nervous and misheard.

"What did Boss Fu just say?"

Fu Jingmo turned his face sideways, lowered his eyes to look at him, and paused every word: "I said, I was the umbrella for Lu Songyu."

"The person you are paying homage to today is Lu Songyu's mother, do you want to explain to me?"

Lu Wanghe paused and took a deep breath before Shensi regained some ability to think from the blankness.

The first thing he noticed was the umbrella that completely covered his head, and Fu Jingmo's entire shoulder was soaked by the rain.

"...How did you know that Lu Songyu's mother's grave is here?"

Fu Jingmo met his gaze calmly, and Lu Wanghe's heart throbbed in shock from the extraordinarily hot and gentle look in those cold pupils.

"Because I like Lu Songyu, and I have liked him for more than ten years. I have liked him since... when we were still in school."

Lu Wanghe's pupils shrank: "You..."

"So I naturally asked someone to investigate Lu Songyu's mother's memorial day."

Fu Jingmo's eyes were fixed on the young man's surprised face.

"In fact, I have suspected a long time ago why you are so similar to Lu Songyu. It's not about his appearance, but his character and habits... In short, I thought it was Huo Yuan who investigated Lu Songyu at first and wanted to imitate him. That's how he got me to like him."

"Later, I found out that you were not Huo Yuan. I also checked to see if Lu Songyu had any long-lost brothers and cousins. Since there is no, then all of this...except that Lu Songyu's soul was attached to someone else after his death, I think For no other reason."

"Although it sounds like a fantasy, but..."

Lu Wanghe exhaled lightly, and the heat quickly dissipated in the rain.

Everything Fu Jingmo said today was beyond his expectation.

He was used to fans yelling "husband" and "brother", and suddenly he was confessed by a man who had a crush on him for so many years, or by a man who had agreed to marry him, he didn't know how to respond for a while.

The young man pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling slightly, looking a little at a loss.

"...Since Boss Fu has already investigated, I might as well say that I am indeed Lu Songyu. After that car accident, I somehow transmigrated into this person, and was tied up in the car by the Huo family and sent to be with him. You have a fake marriage."

He felt Fu Jingmo's gaze cast on his face relax for a moment, full of hope like a person drowning in the deep sea suddenly seeing a searchlight for rescue.

But he asked himself, does he hate Fu Jingmo?

Doesn't seem to be annoying.

This president who is worth tens of billions at a young age seems to be different from the boss he imagined.

Serious in his work, although his personality is cold, he never bullies others, sometimes he is a bit awkward and childish.

But does he like him?

It doesn't seem like I like it, I just think it's good to be a friend, but I don't know enough, and I don't get along enough, it can't be called liking.

"...But, I can't accept your liking. At least not now, can you understand what I mean?"

"Naturally. You and I haven't had much interaction before, so why should I think you'll like me?"

Fu Jingmo chuckled, seeing that Lu Wanghe was a little dazed when he heard his answer, he raised his face to look at him with relief, and continued slowly.

"I just wanted to confirm your identity today. It's just that before you crossed... the car accident happened too suddenly. I'm afraid that if I hide my feelings again this time, I may not have the chance to tell you again. exit."

"Now that I have said it, I just want to tell you that I will act on these likes... But if you want, that marriage agreement can be invalidated at any time."

When the two of them got into the car, they were both drenched like drowned rats.

The driving assistant glanced at the back seat in disbelief: "Boss Fu, Mr. Lu, you..."

Lu Wanghe saw from the rearview mirror that his face was covered with rain marks and his black hair was twisted together, and then he looked at Fu Jingmo's dripping sleeves, and couldn't help laughing.

"People like us who don't know think we got lost in the mountains and just escaped."

Fu Jingmo curled his lips: "It's still early, it's not too late to go back to the hotel and change clothes before rushing to the set."

The assistant keenly noticed that the atmosphere of the two people in the back seat seemed a little subtle, and then saw the faintly icy warm color in Mr. Fu's phoenix eyes, and handed Fu Jingmo a spare towel blanket on the co-pilot with insight.

"Boss Fu, you got caught in the rain, be careful not to catch a cold."

Fu Jingmo threw the towel blanket to Lu Wanghe: "Did you hear that? You got caught in the rain, be careful not to catch a cold."

Lu Wanghe was caught off guard and was tightly wrapped in a towel blanket, and just about to tear it off and return it to him, he was forced to sneeze by a gust of cold wind coming in from the car window.

Lu Wanghe: "..."

The actor's face is completely humiliated.

The boy lowered his head and retracted his chin into the towel blanket, and the tips of his ears turned a little red.

"……thanks."

"Thank you? If you catch a cold and get sick, you will delay the filming of the crew."

Fu Jingmo's long and narrow phoenix eyes completely wrapped the boy who was curled up in the blanket. The cold pupil color should make people feel cold and heartless, but now it is full of soft emotions.

Lu Wanghe watched the young man leaning slightly towards him, hesitated for a while, but still did not dodge.

Their elbows touched lightly, and Lu Wanghe heard Fu Jingmo laughing in his lowered hoarse voice.

"If you're sick, I'm even more worried about leaving you alone in Hengdian."