Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

The whistle of the siren rang outside the hotel, and several suspects were quickly taken into the police car. The person in charge of the hotel and Assistant Xiao Xu went to cooperate with the police. Wanghe and Fu Jingmo are two people.

Without outsiders, Fu Jingmo no longer had any scruples, and hugged Lu Wanghe into his arms, looking down at his pale and cold face, his eyes sank.

"Where is the injury, Hehe?"

With his chin resting on Fu Jingmo's shoulder, Lu Wanghe's tense waist softened, he opened his mouth and let out a breath, before he could bear the stabbing pain in his back, and answered in a hoarse voice.

"I... seem to have hit the corner of the table with my back, it hurts a lot."

If Lu Wanghe was willing to tell him "it hurts a lot", then the injury was really serious.

Fu Jingmo's wrist moved slightly, and he half hugged and half hugged the man onto the bed, a trace of pity flashed across his phoenix eyes, but the corners of his eyes were filled with thin anger, as if he regretted that he let go of those people too easily and hurt Lu Wanghe people.

"Lie down obediently, don't move, I'll take a look at the injury."

The calloused fingertips gently lifted the corner of Lu Wanghe's clothes, and it was pulled up to half the waist.

Lu Wanghe lay on the bed with his back on his back, pinching the sheet tightly with his white and slender fingers, and turned his face to see.

The increasingly severe pain on his back made him squint his eyes and grit his teeth, the pupils of his eyes were blurred by physiological tears, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

When the line of sight is obstructed, the senses of hearing and touch are more sensitive.

He heard Fu Jingmo's deep panting, heard the rubbing sound of the other's hand slowly and softly brushing the cloth at the corner of his clothes, and also felt the cool temperature of the other's fingertips on his skin, and the roughness of the cocoon made him shudder and bow slightly. raised his back.

Thin red spread from the base of his ears to the back of his neck.

"……itch."

Fu Jingmo let go, and the pajamas on Lu Wanghe's body had already reached half his waist. His body was thin and thin unique to this age, his waistline was very thin, but the muscle lines he should have were beautiful, and his complexion was fair and delicate. almost hairless.

It's just that there was a large bruise on the right side of the back, and the surrounding skin was red and swollen, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a muscle or bone injury.

Fu Jingmo's throat was slightly choked, and he stared at the bruise for a few moments, his knuckles turned white.

"Hehe...he's seriously injured, shall I take you to the hospital?"

Lu Wanghe raised his hand to wipe away the painful tears, and tried his best to turn his face to look at Fu Jingmo.

"No...it's just a bruise, not a muscle or bone. Although it hurts, I've filmed a lot of fight scenes before, so I can tell clearly whether I have hurt a muscle or a bone."

"When I went to the hospital, all the doctor could prescribe were those medicines for the treatment of fall injuries and anti-inflammatory drugs. It was a waste of your time."

The young man's cold palms gently touched his cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

"How can the time spent on you be wasted? I came here this time because I had work to arrange. I didn't intend to let you know that I came to see you. I'm afraid it will affect your participation in filming."

"The work over there is not urgent, and injury is a big deal. If you fall into such a root cause, how much hardship will you suffer in the future? Don't lie to me. Is the pain severe or not? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Lu Wanghe's disheveled black hair was sticking to his forehead half wet, and his body was covered in cold sweat. The bath was a waste of time, and he didn't feel very refreshed anywhere.

But Fu Jingmo coaxed him like this, and his emotionally chaotic heart seemed to calm down a bit.

Lu Wanghe unconsciously rubbed his cheek against Fu Jingmo's palm, and replied softly, "No need to go to the hospital, I didn't lie to you, really no need."

"You...help me apply some medicine."

Fu Jingmo got up and went to get medicine from the drawer of the coffee table.

There had just been a fight in the room, and the tables and chairs fell crookedly to the ground. The things on the coffee table had been smashed to pieces, and the glass almost fell to the ground.

Fu Jingmo took out the ointment for removing blood stasis and reducing inflammation from the drawer with one hand, and held the glass in place with the other.

He walked quickly to the side of the bed and sat down beside Lu Wanghe, but hesitated after unscrewing the lid of the medicine bottle.

"I'm sweating so much, I'll get a towel and wash it with hot water, and then apply ointment, okay?"

There was only a moment of awkwardness in my heart, and Lu Wanghe gave a low "hmm".

After wiping his cheeks, neck, and back with the steaming wet towel, the sticky sweat was wiped clean and loosened a little.

Lu Wanghe's brows and eyes stretched a little, just after he let out a low snort, he felt the towel move a little in front of him, but stopped on one side.

He heard Fu Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse, it was a very familiar, emotional tone.

He said, "Hehe, lift your waist."

Even though he knew that this sentence meant literally, Fu Jingmo just saw that his back was hurt, and wanted to help him scrub the sweat off his body before applying ointment.

But the reason is clear, but the feelings don't think so.

The young man's hoarse and indistinct voice echoed in Lu Wanghe's ears again and again, his ears were so red that he could almost drip blood, his thoughts wandered off to nowhere, but his body acted according to the words.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Fu Jingmo's face, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man's handsome profile, which melted into a beautiful halo under the light.

The black hair was a little dark brown at the end, the neckline of the suit shirt was neatly arranged, and the Adam's apple was stuck in the neckline, and as the towel slid, it rolled slightly and slowly.

Lu Wanghe swallowed unconsciously.

The bruise on the back seemed to be less painful for a moment, and I only remembered Fu Jingmo's handsome facial features and brows, and his expression of love and forbearance.

The towel was finally removed, and Lu Wanghe slumped down, unaware that a faint crimson color spread across his back due to some charming thoughts of his.

Fu Jing's dark brown eyes were shimmering, but under the light, there was a surge of darkness that was darker than ink.

He put the towel aside, spread the ointment on his fingertips, and then touched the shocking bruise on Lu Wanghe's back.

"Hehe, tell me if it hurts, and I will try to be as light as possible."

Promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis is always going to hurt, Lu Wanghe was already mentally prepared, and his fingertips clasped the bed sheet, stinging each and every time.

His breathing was a little short: "...how about you? Were you injured just now?"

"No."

Fu Jingmo finally applied all the ointment, watched it melt on the bruise, and heard Lu Wanghe's low panting of relief.

The thinned lips pursed slightly.

The young man seemed to be escaping from something, and he spoke faster: "I'll go and put away the medicine. When Zhao Yu arrives in a while, I will tell him how to take care of your injury..."

"... Didn't you say that work is not in a hurry?"

Lu Wanghe turned his head, caught a glimpse of Fu Jingmo's reddish ear tips, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled slightly.

"Don't rush away...boyfriend wants to kiss you."