Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

12/ light rain turns cloudy

Wen Li moved into Cheng Mosheng's apartment that night.

He didn't have many things, and he only packed two small suitcases in total.It doesn't feel like staying for a long time, but just staying for a few days.

Cheng Mosheng was making porridge in the kitchen, and asked Wen Lixi whether it was sweet or salty.

Wen Li said he wanted something salty.

He tried to help in the kitchen, but was kicked out as soon as he got in.Cheng Mosheng said that there is no technical content in cooking porridge, so there is no need for him to make trouble.

Wen Li's culinary talent is really not very good. Although Yao Wenlan has taught him how to cook and stir-fry since elementary school, the level he has reached now is barely enough, and he can't starve to death when he lives alone.Yao Wenlan once teased him, saying that his talent is all about mathematics, and the rest is really a mess.

Wen Yue agreed in his heart, and wanted to refute with Yao Wenlan a few words.

The door of the kitchen is a transparent sliding door, and the internal situation can be seen clearly in the living room.The pot on the natural gas stove was bubbling. Cheng Mosheng was wearing an apron, with a few drops of water on his hands. He lowered his head and concentrated on cutting the side dishes that would be put into the pot later.

Wen Li recalled that Yao Wenlan once told him that there are not many good men in this world who are willing to wear an apron in the kitchen. She taught him how to dice carrots while educating him: "If you marry a girl in the future , but remember that others marry their daughters to you not to make them suffer, you are a boy, you should love girls more."

At that time, the landlady hadn't left yet, she was limping on crutches, and cheerfully said, "It's too early to tell Xiaoli about this!"

Wen Yue is not a person who likes to recall the past, but in recent days he always has dreams about the past.Dreaming of Zheng Lijun, dreaming of Yan Gu, dreaming of Wen Qi who only exists in his mouth, and I heard that he looks five points like him, "I have never seen someone who is not a brother but can be so similar, this world is really amazing. "someone said.

Wen Li stared at the coffee table in a daze. When he first started his business, Yan Gu also rented a suite outside. Wen Li said that the rent was half and half, but Yan Gu stopped him, saying that he was young and had just graduated, so what could he have? Savings; he has family support, and he is several years older than Wen Li, so the rent should be borne by him.

Wen Li didn’t argue with him, but he didn’t often go to the rented house later. It was the busiest time at the beginning of the business. They made a simple bed in the company, slept on it when they were tired, and continued to work after waking up. Work, I don't know how many days and nights we have spent together.

After a long time, Wen Yue recalled those days, and he could still remember the throbbing at the beginning.In the past, he didn't understand why Yao Wenlan cared about a scumbag, but after experiencing it, he realized that feelings are an unsolvable problem.

Cheng Mosheng gently put the porridge in front of him, the bottom of the bowl collided with the coffee table and there was a slight sound, Wen Li came back from his memory and realized that Cheng Mosheng had come out of the kitchen.

"It's still hot, eat slowly." Cheng Mosheng took a clean spoon.

Wen Li asked him: "Doctor Cheng, you must have many suitors, men who can cook are very popular no matter where they go."

"Really?" Cheng Mosheng smiled, "I usually don't cook easily."

When Wen Li went to work the next day, a group of guys led by Xiao Min surrounded him and asked if they had any wedding candies. They ate a lot yesterday, but they just wanted to make a fuss about Wen Li and make a scene.

Wen Li feigned anger: "No, I'll ask about salary deductions."

Everyone dispersed.

Then someone rushed up from behind: "Is there really none? I didn't eat any of them yesterday."

It's Zheng Lijun again.

Wen Yue knew it without turning his head.

"Are you back from a business trip?" he asked, "What a coincidence."

Zheng Lijun spread his hands, expressing his innocence. The two-week schedule was suddenly canceled last night. He rushed back overnight and has not even closed his eyes until now.

There is no sugar in Wen Qu's body.

He didn't take the matter of marriage to heart at all, but to complete a task that his parents expected to complete. He asked someone to throw a blanket to Zheng Lijun: "Hurry up and go to bed. I heard that the probability of sudden death in the securities industry is very high."

"Spreading rumors, there is no risk of sudden death in any industry now." Zheng Lijun yawned and walked towards the lounge with a blanket in his arms. "I really miss the days when I was still in school."

In the afternoon, Zheng Lijun was woken up by a noise.

The international film star Xie Xun is coming to this commercial street to film a scene, and the girls in the store have been excited for a long time when they heard the news.

"Isn't he just a film king?" Zheng Lijun only slept for two or three hours, and he was upset to be woken up because of this incident. He didn't know Lao Shizi's film king.

Xiao Min pushed him into the lounge, telling him not to spoil everyone's fun.

Wen Yue is negotiating with the crew.

The crew said they wanted to occupy his coffee shop for half a day, and the crew who were able to hire the best actor were also rich and powerful. In addition to the rent, the crew also paid in full for the lost turnover.

Wen Yue glanced at the nanny car parked outside.

It's unknown if Zheng Lijun was woken up by such a big commotion.

The price is still fair, he nodded, and was about to avoid it, but his name was suddenly called.

Xie Xun didn't know when he got out of the car.

He wore sunglasses, pressed down the brim of his hat, and did not take off the equipment until he entered the room. He waved at Wen Li, and called again: "Wen Li."

Wen Li looked suspiciously at the actor walking towards him, wondering how the actor knew his name.

The director asked Xie Xun why he got down at this time. He hadn't made all the arrangements yet, so he asked him to get back in the car and sit down, otherwise there would be another sensation.

"Director, he's my friend." Xie Xun pointed to the confused Wen Li, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I didn't expect to meet him here today. I'll chat with him."

After all, he is the film king. Although the director was upset, he still nodded: "Don't delay too long."

Wen Li asked: "Do we know each other?"

Xie Xun said, "I am Xie Xun."

Wen Li said, "I know your name is Xie Xun."

Xiao Min murmured that his ears were going to grow calluses.

Xie Xun reminded: "Xie Xun from class two and three in high school."

Wen Li blinked: "Senior Class Two and Three... I don't remember."

Xie Xun was helpless: "You still deny people as always."

Wen Li was shocked: "Huh?! Do you really know me?"

He was really not good at remembering faces of famous people before.

Xie Xun: "We have been at the same table for a while."

Wen Li: "I seem to have a little impression."

He moved a little further away from Xie Xun, looked him up and down a few times, managed to pull out his tablemate's appearance from his memory, and shook his head: "It doesn't look like it."

He remembered that his deskmate was thin and small, and he couldn't find it when he was thrown into the crowd.But now the person standing in front of him was tall, handsome, and exuded confidence from head to toe, completely different from the deskmate he remembered.

"It seems that I have really changed a lot these years." Xie Xun laughed.

After Wen Li confirmed that this Xie Xun was really his former deskmate, he had to lament that time can be a butcher's knife, or a whetstone.

Who would have expected that the most inconspicuous person in the class would now become the most dazzling star in the entertainment circle.

"You live in Kyoto now?" Xun Xie asked.

"That's it."

"Come and play with me when you have time."

The relationship between Xie Xun and Wen Li is fairly close. Although the two have not been in touch for more than ten years, when Wen Li couldn't join the class because of his young age, it was Xie Xun who secretly cared about him and helped him, so Even if there is no contact, I am grateful to Xie Xun for meeting Wen Yue now.

The two exchanged addresses, Wen Yue remembered that he had moved to Cheng Mosheng's place, but he didn't correct him, how could a busy actor really have time to go out with him.

"How is Auntie?" Xie Xun asked after saving the contact information.

"It's not very good, it's in the hospital."

"Does it matter?"

"Pancreatic cancer, the doctor says I won't live until next summer."

Xie Xun was silent: "Talk to me if you have any difficulties."

"Ah."

The director shouted that it was on, and told Xie Xun to hurry over. When Xie Xun left, he caught a glimpse of the ring on Wen Li's left hand, and was dragged away by the opposite actress just as he was about to ask.

Every minute and second counts when filming, and it may be dragged on until night.

These actors have high salaries, but the staff behind the scenes are paid dead wages, and no one wants to accompany the actors to work overtime.

As a good actor, it is natural to understand the behind-the-scenes staff who work hard behind the scenes.

On the way, an assistant director came over, took a fancy to Wen Li's good looks, and asked him if he was interested in entering the entertainment circle.There is still an undecided role in the play. If he wants to, he can use this role as a pedal.

Wen Yue was not interested, so he refused decisively.

After being rejected, the assistant director left in frustration. With Wen Li's good looks, even if he didn't have acting skills as a vase after his debut, there would probably be a group of little girls screaming through the screen.

It's really a pity.

Zhao Xingjun, who went to work as usual today, felt that the commercial street downstairs of the hospital seemed a bit lively, a group of people were setting up various professional camera equipment and didn't know what to do.

He asked Cheng Mosheng in the same office if he wanted coffee, and he went downstairs to buy it.

Cheng Mosheng raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Xingjun said "I'm so lonely, please let me go out" all over his face, he nodded.

So Zhao Xingjun went downstairs, crossed the commercial street, and came to Wen Li's coffee shop, but was stopped outside the door.

"Sorry, we are closed this afternoon."

"Closing business?" Zhao Xingjun was confused, "I haven't heard of it."

He looked into the house through the transparent glass window, as if a group of actors were filming.

Zhao Xingjun, who couldn't drink coffee, was dejected and was about to leave, but saw the male lead in the room avoiding the camera, and after exchanging hard work with the director-looking person, he held the other person's hand and hugged him.

Zhao Xingjun had seen this male lead in a TV series that his wife was chasing after.

When Zhao Xingjun was hesitating whether to force his way in and ask for an autograph, his gaze stayed on the person whose hand was being held.

For a while, Zhao Xingjun didn't buy coffee, and he didn't want autographs. He returned the same way, hurriedly walked, and pushed open the door of the office with a bang. Under Cheng Mosheng's death stare, he exclaimed:

"Old Cheng, it's not good! Your family, Wen Li, wants Hong Xing to have an affair!"

The author has something to say:

Zhao Xingjun, you fool!

Spreading rumors will bring retribution!