Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

It is unbelievable no matter how you look at it that a gold medal manager brings a newcomer, but Zhao Yu is indeed accompanied by a tall and thin young boy on the company's elevator. Although he is wearing a mask, his peach blossom eyes are dazzling. You can tell that she is a beauty.

Zhao Yu led Lu Wanghe all the way to perfunctory, and finally reached the office floor of the gold medal broker, and finally got a little clean.

Lu Wanghe, who had been obediently following behind Zhao Yu without saying a word, immediately revealed his true nature as soon as he entered the office.

"Brother Zhao, Fu... Where is Mr. Fu's office?"

"After we sign the contract, do we need to go to Mr. Fu to stamp the official seal?"

"What about the contract?"

Zhao Yu's eyebrows twitched, and while opening the drawer of his desk to search for a new contract sample, he gave Lu Wanghe a look of resentment.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old. In the past, he devoted himself to the career of literature and art, and Lu Actor, who didn't hear anything outside the window except filming and work, is just a past tense after all.

Now this guy with bright eyes like a kid urging him to help him secretly meet his boyfriend...

Zhao Yu rummaged through a stack of documents and found a new contract sample, and threw it on the table with a "slap", looking fierce, as if his son had been snatched away.

"Stinky boy, come here to read the contract, if you want to change anything, ask Mr. Fu!"

Lu Wanghe stepped forward with a smirk, and glanced casually: "Is this a sample contract signed by Hongtu's new artist?"

"Yes, but I have already changed the term of the contract for you. I also added a line that can be adjusted at any time as your business value changes. Mr. Fu nodded."

"With such a contract, only you have this treatment."

Lu Wanghe nodded, and took a pen from the pen holder beside him: "Then what else should I read? I signed it directly."

The beautiful ink blots quickly bleed onto the paper.

Zhao Yu rolled his eyes, and naturally knew that Lu Wanghe signed the contract without looking at it carefully. On the one hand, he trusted him, and on the other hand, he probably wanted to bring the contract to Fu Jingmo earlier.

He stamped his private seal on the paper, and accepted the contract: "Let me help you ask where Mr. Fu is now, so as not to waste money."

Zhao Yu quickly dialed the number of Assistant Xu: "Hey, it's me, Xiaolu is fine, everything is fine--I heard that Mr. Fu will hold a meeting in person tonight, and all the company's agents will attend?"

Zhao Yu winked at Lu Wanghe, implying that he was relieved.

"Oh, oh, it's not an important meeting, is it? Is Mr. Fu still in the meeting?"

"In a meeting? At least one more hour? Please, thank you Assistant Xu."

Hearing "at least another hour", the boy's dark eyes dimmed for a moment, and then quickly covered with a warm gleam again.

"Look, Mr. Fu is still busy. I'll take you there in an hour. You can rest here for a while, and you're tired after driving for half a day."

"What do you want to eat? I'll order you a takeaway."

Lu Wanghe looked down at his phone, it was 22:31, and he waited another hour, which was 11:30 in the evening.

He replied softly, "Anything is fine", then found a sofa and sat down, swiping his phone frequently.

After all, the boy still has a thin body, with a slightly arched spine, not so broad shoulders, and is leaning on a coat.

The black ink hair is soft and fluffy, but it is pressed down by the brim of the hat, against the milky white skin like snow, the eyes are slightly drooping, a little bit depressed, and there is a sense of expectation. It is inexplicably reminiscent of a lonely bird. s cat.

Zhao Yu couldn't bear it, and suggested: "Actually...you don't have to give Mr. Fu this surprise."

"Now you send a message to Mr. Fu, saying that you have actually returned to S city, and you are in my office. He will definitely cancel the meeting and come to see you immediately."

Lu Wanghe rolled his eyelids, and resolutely rejected it: "No way. When Fu Jingmo was in Hengdian, in order not to disturb my filming, he never came to see me when I was working."

"I'm not Te Jingui, so I can't afford to wait for this hour. He's in a meeting for business, and I won't bother him."

The young man spoke slowly, the shadows on his brows and eyes loosened a little, stretched out, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Brother Zhao, go and eat first, I just got motion sickness, I'm not very hungry, so don't worry about me."

Zhao Yu knew that Lu Wanghe seemed to have a gentle and indomitable temperament, but in fact he had bigger ideas than anyone else. Once he had a plan in mind, even nine bulls would not be able to pull him back.

I had no choice but to warn: "Then you stay here by yourself, and I will go to the restaurant downstairs to pack some food. I will lock the door for you, and no one will come in."

Lu Wanghe let out a "hmm", watched Zhao Yu go out, moved his white and slender knuckles, picked up the phone again and turned on the screen.

After swiping Weibo for less than 2 minutes, I got a little bored.

The entertainment industry is nothing more than those things.

Some people became popular, some people were confused, the fans of the two opponents tore each other, and the marketing account received money from one company to send another company's black draft to start the war.

In short, for someone in his circle, it is really lackluster.

Lu Wanghe closed Weibo, checked the news for a while, and just read halfway through, when he suddenly heard Assistant Xu's voice from the silent corridor outside the office.

It seems to be talking to someone.

"Go and order a dinner for Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu has not eaten for a day and a half, and the meeting is suspended for half an hour."

Who?

Fu Jingmo?

Haven't eaten for a day and a half?

Lu Wanghe was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the sofa with a "bass", and walked towards the office door with a sullen face.

Obviously yesterday when he and Fu Jingmo sent WeChat messages, the other party told him that they had meals on time.

Obviously at noon today he asked Fu Jingmo what he had eaten, and Fu Jingmo told him that he had a big meal.

It turns out that eating on time and eating a big meal are all eaten in the air above the mouth.

If you don't eat for a day and a half, you will get stomach problems sooner or later.

Lu Yingdi's face was as gloomy as water, with the imposing manner of a palace, he pulled the doorknob, but did not pull it.

Pulling harder again, with a "bang", the door shook violently, but it still didn't open.

The young man stood in front of the door, his knuckles turned white, and he slammed the doorknob while realizing belatedly.

Zhao Yu locked the door from the outside when he went out.

Assistant Xiao Xu stood on the edge of the corridor and had just ordered the small staff to order dinner for Mr. Fu, and just turned around to go back when she heard a heavy door slamming in the dark corridor.

A gust of cold wind blew through, and Assistant Xu's back was covered with cold sweat.

He turned his head tremblingly, his voice was softer than a mosquito: "Who?"

What answered him was a loud "bang", as if a monster dormant in the dark was about to break through the door and devour him.

Assistant Xiao Xu was about to cry, and he didn't want to leave or not. As soon as his voice "Help, there is a ghost" came to his throat, he heard the familiar and elegant voice of a young man, slightly angry.

"Assistant Xu, it's me."