Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Here Fu Jingmo just informed Director Xu De that there is no problem with the list of actors, and Lu Wanghe received an email from Director Xu.

He was hired by the crew of "The Story of Passage", and he will report to Hengdian the day after tomorrow.

The next step is nothing more than sorting out luggage, booking air tickets, and booking hotels.

Actor Lu, who was used to all these things being taken care of by his agent, just stood in front of the closet and hesitated for a while, then folded all the clothes he needed to bring on the bed.

He asked Aunt Liu to help him get a suitcase, and when everything was ready, he walked slowly towards the living room.

Sure enough, Fu Jingmo was still sitting on the sofa. The well-made suit outlined the smooth and firm muscle lines under the material, and the light-colored pupils were covered with the cold light from the mobile phone screen.

Like a wild beast lurking in the jungle, it exudes a cold and capable temperament that has been in the upper class for a long time.

Judging from the young man wearing headphones and his sharp eyes, he should be in a video conference.

One can imagine how terrified the employees in the meeting would be when they saw such a gloomy and handsome face of the big boss.

Lu Wanghe paused, subconsciously wanting to wait for Fu Jingmo to finish the meeting before talking about his going to Hengdian for filming, but just as he moved to turn back, he felt a cold stare staring at his back.

The executives who were in the video conference with the big boss had just been beaten to pieces by "rework" and "unqualified", and suddenly saw Mr. Fu looking somewhere in horror, and then hooked his thinned lips.

"What's the matter, do you have something to do with me?"

The young man's voice is obviously cold and sharp like an ice edge piercing the snow, but this sentence has a bit of gentleness that seems to be fake.

Executives immediately knew that was not meant for them.

Lu Wanghe's back stiffened, and he quickly realized that he was speaking to him.Although he and Fu Jingmo were secretly married, it was limited to the fact that no one knew who Fu Jingmo married to Jinwu Zangjiao's "little wife" and what her identity was.

When necessary, he needs to cooperate with Fu Jingmo to play an illusion of conjugal love in front of the Fu family or his subordinates.

So as to let everyone know that Mr. Fu "loves his wife very much".

So the executives were wondering who Mr. Fu was talking to with such a tone. The next second, a clear male voice came from Mr. Fu's headset.

"...Old Gong."

Lu Yingdi stabilized his voice with the actor's good self-cultivation, but the fingers holding the handrail of the stairs have already turned white due to psychological inadequacy.

"You haven't finished the meeting yet, I'm hungry."

The young man's voice was originally clear and pleasant, but at the moment when he whispered ambiguous words, it was inexplicably charming.

The cold light in Fu Jingmo's eyes condensed slightly, hidden under a gentle appearance.

He gave a low laugh, raised his eyes and replied, "The meeting will be over soon, what do you want to eat, baby? I'll ask the hotel to deliver it."

As if struck by lightning, the executives speculated in their hearts whether the person who could make Mr. Fu talk with Yan Yuese was the new Mrs. Fu, or a little lover whom Mr. Fu had kept.

However, I have always heard that Fu Zongjie is in good health. There are dozens of starlet men and women climbing the bed. They are fat, swallows and thin, and none of them are close to Mr. Fu's body.

From this point of view, it should be the new Mrs. Fu.

Lu Wanghe's throat choked, and his voice still contained a professional smile: "One steak is fine."

The meeting was already drawing to a close, so once it was interrupted, the meeting ended in less than 2 minutes.

As soon as the phone screen was turned off, the faint smile on Fu Jingmo's face just now, like the gentle and golden perfect husband in the hearts of girls, suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by a downward arc of thin lips that became more and more cold.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" He slowly took off the earphones, his Adam's apple was stuck in the collar of his shirt, and the curvature of his jaw was as beautiful as carefully carved ivory.

Lu Wanghe exhaled lightly, he hadn't recovered from the tired force of the "Old Gong", he heard the words and then walked down the stairs.

"I'm here to tell you that I've found a job and I'm going to Hengdian, and I won't be back for about half a month."

To Lu Wanghe's surprise, Fu Jingmo didn't ask anything, just narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, nodded and said: "Got it."

Lu Wanghe also got the 500 million RMB he got by pretending to be a double. He booked the air ticket and hotel, and was just about to go to bed early and go to the airport tomorrow morning, when he heard two knocks on the door outside.

"Xiao Yuan, you haven't fallen asleep yet, have you? My husband ordered me to bring you dinner."

Lu Wanghe opened the door for Aunt Liu, and dinner was a steak.

Medium-rare, black pepper sauce, no sesame, even made by his favorite restaurant before crossing, it is completely the taste he likes.

Lu Wanghe's eyebrows twitched suddenly, he took the plate and thanked Aunt Liu, cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, the fresh and tender steak spread with spicy sauce on the taste buds, but the boy's face was full of A little uneasy thinking.

Fu Jingmo loathed Huo Yuan so much, it was impossible to inquire about his taste anyway.

And he didn't tell Fu Jingmo what kind of steak he wanted to eat in that occasional play today.

Is it just a coincidence that this steak is exactly what he likes?

Thinking like this, most of a steak had already fallen into his belly.

The door was knocked again, Lu Wanghe thought it was Aunt Liu who came to collect the plate, and without thinking too much, he stepped forward and opened the door: "Aunt Liu, I haven't finished eating—"

What catches the eye is Fu Jingmo's crisp suit. The young man is at least 1.8 meters five and looks very thin, but when he gets close, he can see the obvious muscle lines under the material, which can easily bring a strong sense of oppression.

Lu Wanghe stopped talking suddenly, and before he stepped back to make way for Fu Jingmo to enter the door, his jaw was suddenly pinched, and the other party forced him to raise his head.

"Didn't finish eating?"

Fu Jingmo's gaze paused for a moment on the small piece of steak that was left on the table, and immediately fell on Lu Wanghe's face as if frozen.

The distance between the two is so close that you can hear your breath. It seems that as long as Fu Jingmo bows his head, or Lu Wanghe tiptoes a little, they can stage a romantic and affectionate kiss in an idol drama.

But at this moment, Lu Wanghe only felt that the hand clamping his jaw was getting stronger, pinching his bones so painfully, he wanted to speak, but because of such confinement, he couldn't utter a word.

The young man's peach-like lips trembled slightly, his peach-blossom eyes dilated, and Fu Jingmo's expression of ready to cry was reflected in Fu Jingmo's eyes. His hand suddenly loosened for a moment, and then he sneered.

"Huo Yuan, you are really cheap."

Lu Wanghe was startled.

"The information given to me by the assistant shows that you are slightly allergic to black pepper. Why, in order to imitate that person's taste, you can even swallow black pepper steak?"

After saying this sentence, the young man suddenly let go of his hand, with such force that Lu Wanghe's back hit the door with a muffled "bang".

A huge pain ran all the way from the spine to the scalp, Lu Wanghe lowered his head, gritted his teeth to suppress the subconscious moan in his throat, knowing that his back was probably bruised.

The young man lowered his head, his lips quivered slightly, and let out a silent curse.

Even if you eat a steak, you will be scolded for no reason. Fu Jingmo, you are really...

As if he thought his face was dirty, Fu Jingmo took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, without even giving him a look.

"But it doesn't matter. There are plenty of allergy medicines at home. It doesn't matter how much you want. Just don't die here."