The villain's cannon fodder washes his whiteness by love variety show

A black car parked in front of Qu Mu's house, followed by two silver-gray vans.

As soon as Qu Mu got out of the car, the people in the truck also got out of the car and moved the goods into Qu Mu's house in large and small bags.

The expensive carved arched European-style double doors opened carelessly, and there were several cardboard boxes stacked neatly at the door, and some things that couldn't fit were placed directly on top of the boxes.

"Isn't that me?"

Qu Mu took three steps in parallel, and stepped forward with his waist supported. The photo frame on the top of the cardboard box was indeed his photo.

The moving workers came in and out, Qu Mu raised his hand to stop one of the workers: "Brother, this is my house, what are you doing here?"

"Your house?" The worker wiped off his sweat, looked at the woman standing in the living room and said, "But she invited us to move here."

Qu Mu scratched his head, frowned and looked towards the living room. The woman heard the conversation between the two, and only glanced at Qu Mu: "Two days ago, a man named Lu came to go through the subletting procedures. Why, you still want to go back on your word?"

It is only natural that the artist's house is managed by the agent, but in order to get revenge on Qu Mu, Lu An'an actually sublet the house out in a fit of anger.

Qu Mu simply browsed through the contract signed by the homeowner and Lu Anan. The liquidated damages were 20 yuan. Then he looked at the balance in his wallet, 32.8 yuan.

Ji Ping watched Qu Mu get out of the car and was about to start the car when a pair of tender hands grabbed the window of the co-pilot, and Amber screamed wildly.

Turning his head, Qu Mu's delicate little face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Mr. Ji, let's discuss it." Qu Mu smiled bitterly and looked at Ji Ping, his cherry-like red lips were slightly pursed, forming a beautiful arc.

Ji Ping leaned over to probe, took Qu Mu's hand and moved it away, then let it go gently: "Let go."

The car window slowly rolled up, and the actor's smile was as perfect as on a promotional poster.

"Ji Ping!"

"Ji Ping!"

Another voice reached Qu Mu's ear, and he turned around in surprise. Behind him was a punk young man in a black leather jacket, with various iron ornaments hanging all over his body, and a peaked cap.

The three sat on the sofa at Ji Ping's house and looked at each other.

Qu Mu sat in the middle of the sofa, his eyes kept moving left and right, and finally his upper body moved to the right, looking suspiciously at Ji Ping: "Is this person really the famous director of literary films, Liu Lianping?"

He looked up and down the punk youth again. It didn't look like a director of a literary film, but more like a director of a cyberpunk film.

Liu Lianping crossed his arms with both hands, kept tapping his fingers on his arms, straightened his back, and leaned forward: "Ji Ping, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you actually brought someone home?"

Qu Mu put his fingers together and raised his palm: "Correct me, it was Amber who hurt me, and Ji Ping sent me back."

"Send you back?" Liu Lianping took off his sunglasses with a mean smile, "Send you to my home?"

In order to avoid Liu Lianping's further misunderstanding, Qu Mu directly stated the fact that he was forced to move out.

The current Qu Mu has not paid the notification fee, owes a large loan, has nowhere to go, and has an empty wallet. I am afraid that he will have to withdraw from the circle of life before he is scolded by black fans for acting.

"Oh~ so that's the case." Liu Lianping elongated his voice in a strange way.

Ji Ping rolled his eyes coldly, regardless of Liu Lianping's thoughts, he stared at Qu Mu's eyes instead: "It was agreed before leaving the hospital that I will only be responsible for your medical expenses during your treatment."

"I know..." Qu Mu pursed his lips, crossed his fingers and clenched his fists tightly, "But I have no place to live now, otherwise, you can discount the medical expenses to me, okay?"

Qu Mu had also approached Cui Shen before, and that guy would only ask him to borrow money online, and he didn't care about his life or death. As for Yuan's family and friends, after sending messages one by one, they all disappeared without a word.

Ji Ping pressed his finger on his chin, and looked at Qu Mu with disapproval: "Your injury has not fully recovered, and the medical expenses are discounted, so will you still go for treatment?"

Qu Mu curled his lips and said nothing.

"That's right!" Liu Lianping suddenly said, he walked over and sat next to Qu Mu, and patted Qu Mu's shoulder, "Can you cook?"

"meeting."

"Can you do laundry?"

"meeting."

"Will you have a dog?"

Before Qu Mu could answer, Amber got under Qu Mu's hands, and the colleague who enjoyed Qu Mu's touch lay on Qu Mu's feet and moaned.

"Very good." Liu Lianping applauded, turned to look at Ji Ping, "Old Ji, the staff around you have been replaced, and you still need a live-in nanny, right?"

"Lian Ping, these two matters have nothing to do with each other. Qu Mu cannot live in my house."

Ji Ping sighed and looked up, facing Shang Qu Mu's wet eyes, he couldn't help looking away, but he didn't expect Amber to lie on the other side of the sofa, whimpering at him.

"You can live in, but you must sign an agreement."

Ji Ping acted swiftly, and 10 minutes later, his newly hired lawyer drove here and drew up a "residence agreement" for the two of them.

In black and white, in duplicate, signed and stamped, never go back on your word.

The contract was thirty pages long, and the thick stack was heavier than Qu Mu's script for variety shows.

Qu Mu carefully checked every contract, and if there was anything he didn't understand, he asked the lawyer directly. It took about three to ten minutes before he signed it and moved all his luggage to the guest room on the second floor of Ji Ping's house.

Ji Ping's bedroom and study are on the third floor, and Qu Mu can only clean it when Ji Ping is at home. When Ji Ping is not at home, Ji Ping will lock the room, and Qu Mu can't go up there.

Qu Mu's guest room is on the second floor. The first floor is the pet room, kitchen and living room. The area where Qu Mu can move is limited to the first and second floors.

Qu Mu opened his eyes wide, took a rough look at Ji Ping's house, nodded obediently, and reminded Ji Ping when he signed: "I will move out immediately when I get my notice fee. During this period, you can recruit Nanny or life assistant."

"I know." Ji Ping nodded, and brought out the freshly brewed black coffee from the coffee machine, exactly three cups.Qu Mu took it away, and when his cold hand touched the warm porcelain cup, it finally recovered a little bit of temperature.

"Since you have reached an agreement happily, I'll go first." Liu Lianping put on his sunglasses and waved to Qu Mu cheerfully.

Ji Ping put on his coat and went out with Liu Lianping.When he reached the door, he slowly began to straighten his cuffs: "Why did you let him live in?"

Liu Lianping shrugged nonchalantly: "Since you are worried that he has ulterior motives, wouldn't it be safer to keep him by your side? You can also see if he is really as irritable and vicious as the rumors say, with deep thoughts~"

"After all, hearing is believing is believing."

Liu Lianping didn't let Ji Ping see him off, and left the community in his beloved red motorcycle. Ji Ping stood at the door and thought for a while before turning around and entering.

Qu Mu sat on the single sofa with his back to Ji Ping, holding Amber in his arms, touching Amber's chin and head from time to time.

Unexpectedly, this Bourne Mountain is essentially a spoiled spirit, as soon as Ji Ping leaves, the cat enters his arms and begs to be petted.

Qu Mu was rubbing happily, and Ji Ping was also enjoying watching. Amber kept rubbing against Qu Mu's face, and even lifted the hem of Qu Mu's jacket. On her white waist, there was the scent of the medicine just applied in the morning. , with light red on the cold white skin.

"Amber likes you very much." Sitting on the single sofa opposite Qu Mu, Ji Ping put down his coffee, his tone slightly surprised.

Hearing the master's voice, Amber stuck out his tongue and licked Qu Mu's palm nostalgicly, then ran to Ji Ping's feet and lay down on his stomach. He didn't forget to use one of his front paws to pull Ji Ping's slipper. He had to hug him to sleep to feel at ease. .

"Maybe it's because I'm more popular with animals." Qu Mu pulled out a smirk and stood up abruptly, almost stretching his waist. After meeting Ji Ping's puzzled eyes, he smiled and pointed to the second staircase, "I'll go Change clothes."

Although he is Qu Mu now, and he will definitely not do such foolish things as his predecessor, but when he sees Ji Ping, he always has an inexplicable fear of "taking jujube pills".

Walking to the corridor on the second floor, Qu Mu lowered his head and looked down. Ji Ping was reading again, and this time he used a light green marker to mark certain sentences. Can't help but take a deep breath.

It turns out that the actor does not rely entirely on talent.Qu Mu turned and went back to the room, took off the clothes he had been wearing all day, and changed into a fluffy sky blue home clothes.

Qu Mu didn't have much luggage, most of them were clothes. He put the photo frames on the bedside table, and there were three boxes of clothes left, which couldn't even fit in the closet. In a short time, I really didn't know what to do.

"There are too many clothes." Qu Mu sat on the bed, holding two piles of clothes in his hands, and suddenly had an idea.

If he sold most of his clothes, wouldn't he be able to earn some money to make a living? !

Just doing what he said, Qu Mu put all the clothes on the bed and carpet according to the price, opened a certain fish, registered and logged in, and began to take pictures and put them on the shelves.

Qu Mu, who was quietly taking pictures, didn't notice at all. Ji Ping and Amber were leaning against the wall and lying on the ground, watching his movements silently behind him.

"What are you doing?" Ji Ping said coldly.

Qu Mu was startled, trembled all over, and turned his head: "Why do you make no sound when you walk?"

He shook the clothes in his hands, and showed them to Ji Ping as if showing off: "I plan to sell all my old clothes at a low price. Although I can't afford the rent, it's worth saving early."

"If you don't want to make a fool of yourself on the next show, it's best not to sell all your clothes." Ji Ping looked down at Qu Mu condescendingly, without any emotion in his eyes, "We recorded a reality show variety show, except for the makeup photos and the pilot film , clothes need to be prepared by themselves.”

Ji Ping glanced at Qu Mu's wardrobe, only a few simple T-shirts and jeans were left.

Qu Mu didn't expect this question, and looked at the clothes in his hands in surprise. He seemed to be eager for quick success.

"Wear the right clothes on the show, and the brand owners will pay attention to you." Ji Ping awakened the dreamer.

"Instead of selling everything to make money, it's better to perform well in variety shows, and the notices and money will come to you naturally."

Qu Mu opened his eyes wide, moved his lips, and finally smiled brightly: "I understand, thank you."

Ji Ping's gaze quickly moved away from Qu Mu's body. He put his hands in his pockets, stood up and turned his back on Qu Mu: "I hope I'm not meddling in my own business."

Amber tiptoed into Qu Mu's arms, Qu Mu patted Amber's warm belly, sat on the ground and shouted at Ji Ping who was about to leave: "Ji Ping!"

"What?"

"My legs are numb, give me a hand."

The author has something to say:

Cohabitation Sahuahua~ Today's assist, Mr. Liu Lianping!

Still a small theater:

One day Qu Mu crackled with a small abacus.

Ji Ping: "What are you doing?"

Qu Mu: "Calculating the rent, it's too expensive for you. The average rent is calculated by the square meter!"

Ji Ping: "Then you can't afford it, just pay me back."