Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

After all, the boyfriend’s money wasn’t blown by the wind, and after going for a reexamination, the doctor told him to eat lightly before the red rash on his face completely faded, so as not to leave scars. In the end, Lu Wanghe only ate a bowl of pork rib porridge .

After lying on the bed for a long time, his legs felt a little numb, so Lu Wanghe got up and took a walk slowly to digest his food. As he walked, he unconsciously began to circle around Fu Jingmo.

After all, it is impossible for Fu Jingmo to be a hands-off shopkeeper. The phone calls came one after another, from the company's weekly report to the rise and fall of the stock price to a bunch of acquisitions and mergers.

The young man's cold white and slender hands are loosely holding the mobile phone, leaning slightly against the wall, the soft expression on his face when he is working has been restrained at all, and the sharp and stern face like a knife and an ax is in the light and Under the dark shadow, it looks extraordinarily three-dimensional and handsome, which reminds people of the sculptures of gods in Western churches.

Lu Wanghe actually doesn't understand business matters very well. Many actors in the industry will invest after earning enough salary and become their own boss. Zhao Yu also mentioned it to him at the beginning.

But Lu Wanghe knew in his heart that he was not interested in those investment matters at all, and he would not do it at all. He only liked filming and acting, so part of the money was used to buy a house to satisfy his daily life, and the rest was basically Donated money to charity.

At that time, I had no family, no one I liked, and no parents. I was really a carefree and unrestrained person. I had enough food for one person and clothed the whole family. I didn’t have much obsession with money.

but now……

Lu Wanghe recalled the balance in his bank card, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis in his heart.

Although his boyfriend is rich, Fu Jingmo's money is Fu Jingmo's money, and he will never spend the other party's money with peace of mind in the future like a little boy who has been adopted.

Making money suddenly became an urgent matter.

While listening to the work reports of various departments on the phone, Fu Jingmo was distracted by the young man who had been circling around him.

Seeing that Lu Wanghe's expression changed from relaxed, to thoughtful, to indescribably serious, Fu Jingmo raised his eyebrows, speeded up his speech and quickly ended the work call.

Just put down the phone: "Hehe, what are you thinking?"

Lu Wanghe was suddenly dragged to him by the wrist, his body tensed subconsciously for a moment, then he immediately relaxed when he heard Fu Jingmo's voice, and let himself crash into the young man's arms.

"I'm thinking... "Story Pass" has a new male lead, and when everything is settled, I can almost go back to the crew and finish filming the rest of the scenes. There are a lot of films starting in summer, and there are many dramas, so I have to start looking for another crew It's..."

Fu Jingmo let out a "huh" and said softly, "Didn't you say before that after the filming of "Guguan" is over, you will go back to S City to find the crew to audition?"

"Correct."

"Find a time and sign a contract with Hongtu first. I'm not good at giving you resources, but Zhao Yu's news is better than yours after all. He basically knows which good crews have recruited actors through public auditions. When the time comes It will also be easier for you to find the crew."

"Well... by the way, why hasn't Brother Zhao come?"

Fu Jingmo laughed lowly, and asked deliberately: "Why do you start to miss Zhao Yu? Is it because your boyfriend didn't take care of you well enough?"

"Of course not!" Lu Wanghe retorted subconsciously. After seeing the narrow smile in those long and narrow phoenix eyes, he realized that Fu Jingmo was teasing him. The boy rolled his eyes and changed his voice, " It’s not that the boyfriend didn’t take care of her well enough, it’s that she didn’t take good care of her—”

As soon as the words fell, someone tapped his forehead lightly with his knuckles.

When the warm and slightly rough skin touched, Lu Wanghe flinched slightly, and a smile escaped from the corner of his lips.

"Look, you still hit me..."

"It hurts?"

"...That's not true."

It's just that the boy's skin is fair, and a light tap can leave a little red mark on his forehead.

Fu Jingmo turned over his hand, slowly rubbed the small piece of red with his fingertips, his eyes dimmed a few degrees, and then suddenly stopped at a certain moment: "If there is something I have neglected, you can tell me anytime... It's been a long time since I took care of a patient."

A joke, Fu Jingmo actually took it seventy percent seriously.

Lu Wanghe pursed his lips, stretched out his arms and hugged his waist: "I was teasing you. I asked Zhao Yu why he didn't come and just said casually. Seeing that you were jealous... I just wanted to tease you again." That's all."

As the boy said, he turned his face sideways.

"The forehead doesn't hurt. If you touch it again, it will turn redder."

Fu Jingmo withdrew his hand, and his gaze stayed for a moment on the mark on the young man's fair forehead that was made redder by his rubbing, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Slowly said: "Zhao Yu knew that I was taking care of you in the hospital, so he didn't come... But I really don't know much about your diet, so I still have to ask him to order a menu and send it over."

"Aren't you good at making menus?"

When Fu Jingmo mentioned this, Lu Wanghe remembered how many days of soup and water he drank when his kneecap cracked, and the glutinous rice chicken that was thrown away.

"Are you going to give me porridge every day this time..."

Fu Jingmo hooked his lips: "Guess if Zhao Yu ordered the menu for you, would you still have pork ribs and shredded chicken porridge?"

As a manager, Zhao Yu has always been strict with the artist's figure. Lu Wanghe usually has strict regulations on the daily calorie intake, and he will never be allowed to eat these greasy meats that are easy to gain weight every day.

Lu Wanghe immediately went down the slope: "I think eating porridge is also good. I just have a rash on my face that hasn't faded, and I don't have any other discomforts, so I don't need to trouble Brother Zhao to come over..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes!" Lu Wanghe frowned, raised his hand and hooked Fu Jingmo's neck, his voice softened a few degrees, "It's good that you take care of me here, if Brother Zhao comes, what can we do..."

After a sugar-coated cannonball, Lu Wanghe got tonight's supper contentedly.

Fu Jingmo watched the boy chew sushi rice balls with bulging cheeks, and his peach-like light pink lips opened and closed, licking the corners of his lips from time to time like an elegant cat.

Why didn't he realize before that his family's Hehe was such a spoiled person.

The sweet and coaxing words are said with that noble and cold face, so that people can't afford to refuse at all.

But Lu Wanghe is indeed too thin, the body of a young man who has not fully grown is already thin, not to mention he is still very thin, with only a thin layer of thin abdominal muscles on his waist, so slender It can be carried over without much weight.

Lu Wanghe didn't know that Fu Jingmo had long wanted to feed him a little bit more meat. After eating two sushi, he consciously stopped eating. Instead, he took a piece of sushi and handed it in Fu Jingmo's direction.

"Fu Jingmo, do you want to eat?"