After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Liu Han frantically turned off the TV, picked up the apples on the ground trembling, and wiped off the fallen pulp.Then he jumped up and pushed down the head of Jian Xing, who was still in a daze, and he was respectful and completely different from just now: "We just came to visit Xiao Yang, since he is so energetic, we can rest assured... ...Then we won't bother you two brothers, let's take a step ahead and leave."

Then he dragged Jian Xing out of the room with both hands and feet, even closing the door carefully, for fear of making a big noise.

The two people outside the door may have regretted their guts, and they turned their heads upside down, and they couldn't even imagine that a helpless "orphan" was actually the younger brother of Hang Yingdi!A ready-made thigh was placed in front of him, he didn't hug him without saying anything, and he offended people completely.What's the matter!

"Fuck!" Liu Han slammed his fist on the wall, staring at Jian Xing with tears in his eyes, "When will you get rid of your bad temper, be smarter! His mother can even quarrel in front of others when she sees a patient. Shout!"

"Me?" Jian Xing pointed at himself, he was regretting, and was scolded by Liu Han, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped up all of a sudden, "How the hell can you blame me?! Who started to be weird? Aren't you smart? You're so smart that you can't see that kid's status is unusual? Why are you howling at me here!"

These two people quarreled more and more fiercely at the elevator entrance of the inpatient department. The little nurse on duty at the door couldn't stand it any longer, and dropped her pen: "You two look like dogs, and your quality has been eaten by dogs. What are you shouting at the hospital? Shout! Ah!"

"Me?" Jian Xing was like a powder keg being set on fire, "You girl talking to me?! Do you know who I am?"

"Hey!" The little nurse was already full of sense of justice. When she heard this remark comparable to "my father is XX", she was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves, "Who are you?! Tell me! I want to see See what kind of monster you are!"

"..."

There was a lot of chicken feathers outside, but Liu Han and Jian Xing, who were devastated, could never imagine that what they were most afraid of at this moment was actually the actor's "brother" who was trembling on the bed.

——Hang Yang is not "Hang Yang" at all, or he is not this "Hang Yang".

He was originally just a down-and-out little actor with no parents, also called Hang Yang, who had been down and out all his life, barely squeezed into the entertainment industry full of gold, and was still in the stage of struggling to play tricks, but a checklist directly put his Life is a death sentence—stomach cancer.

Hang Yang never thought that this disease that often appeared in major bad TV dramas would fall on him one day, and he left the hospital with a checklist in despair.

It was pouring rain that day, and Hang Yang staggered to the middle of the road as if he was unconscious, but he was sent away by an overloaded truck on the spot—it could be regarded as omitting the torment of illness, and he was in place in one step.

In this way, his scribbled life was forcibly put to a scribbled end, just like a joke made by God.

Maybe God also felt that this joke was a little too much. After Hang Yang died, he somehow knew a lot of information about the "world" in the chaos.

For example, the "world" he lives in is a vulgar love triangle novel;

For another example, he—Hang Yang—is an out-and-out passer-by in the novel, not even cannon fodder, and the 80-word "great work" has only 8 words of positive descriptions about him: " In terms of appearance, it can be regarded as handsome", no more.

In the end, he was attached to another person and came back again. This person has the same name and surname as himself, also named "Hang Yang". The most heartbreaking character for readers - the vicious male supporting role.

It's just that this "Hang Yang" has nothing but a good-looking face and an enviable wealthy family.

Hang Yang's hands trembled slightly as he read the script: This majestic wealthy young man is full of love except for love. The most important thing in his life is to be the protagonist's licking the dog, and using his family power to repeatedly make things difficult for the protagonist. It can be said that the mean jumping beam The role of the clown is played to the extreme.

Who knew that the ending would be reversed—the protagonist Shou is the real rich young master, and his "Hang Yang" is a fake young master and a real clown.

So, of course, this mean, irritable, and hated fake was swept away, and after all the humiliation, he died prematurely.

In the end, "Hang Yang" died in a dilapidated rental house, with only a few pieces of moldy bread beside the bed. Several days after his death, the neighbors called the police before the body was found. Cool to the extreme.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Hang Yang reviewed the future he was about to experience in his mind again, and sighed secretly—this kind of vulgar and cool drama will never be out of date for many years!

"Who are they?" Hang Xiutu glanced outside the door.

Hang Yang was pulled from the distant future back to the present by his deep voice, conditioned reflex shivered, and he hesitated and said: "Former teammates."

"A bad relationship?" Hang Xiutu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and it seemed that all disguises could not be hidden in such eyes.

Hang Yang's voice is getting smaller and smaller: "well."

Hang Xiutu walked to the side of the bed, glanced at the box of broken kiwis, and frowned slightly, as if he was dismissive of such unpredictable people.

He looked at Hang Yang again, his voice couldn't be called affectionate, and he couldn't tell that the two were brothers: "The doctor said that you are almost recovered, and you will be discharged from the hospital today."

Hang Yang lowered his head and gave an "um" again.

"Mom and Dad are already stepping up the matter at hand, and it is estimated that they will return to China next month."

Hang Yang said "um" again, he was thin at first, but now he is recovering from a serious illness, curled up in a small ball under the quilt, looking obedient and pitiful.

"Are you afraid of me?" Hang Xiutu frowned.

Hang Yang shook his head quickly, but it turned out that he looked more like a poor little girl who was about to cry, cold and hard as Hang Xiutu couldn't hold back his rabbit-like eyes.

"Parents do have important matters on their hands. They should have explained it to you on the phone." Hang Xiutu adjusted his speech speed again. The dignified actor is indeed very capable, and he became friendly in an instant, "Okay, you Get dressed and I'll take you home."

Hang Yang nodded hurriedly.

It's not that he doesn't want to be generous, it's really... First of all, he is not this "Hang Yang", and secondly, "Hang Yang" is not Hang Xiutu's own brother. ——The counterfeit is at home", not to mention the thorns on the back, more or less guilty.

Hang Yang jumped off the bed with bare feet to get his clothes. Although he has recovered a lot through rehabilitation, his steps are still a little staggering.He was already thin, and he lay on the bed for half a year. After waking up, he hadn't fully recovered, and his whole body was erect, as if he was wrapped in a large hospital gown, which could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Looking at his frail body, Hang Xiutu frowned: "Sit down, I'll help you find what you want to wear."

Hang Yang randomly pointed at two easy-to-find clothes, and watched in horror as the film star of Hang Da condescended to find clothes for himself, his heart beating loudly.

Hang Xiutu took the clothes and scarf, put them in Hang Yang's hand, and pressed his thin shoulder by the way: "Didn't the nurse take care of it? How did you become so thin——"

Unexpectedly, Hang Yang shivered like a conditioned reflex, and suddenly broke away from Hang Xiutu's hand, and the brothers suddenly fell into a strange embarrassment.

After a while, Hang Yang suddenly realized, and said incoherently: "Brother! No, no, I didn't mean that..."

"Hurry up and change clothes," Hang Xiutu interrupted him, his voice was low and steady, without any emotional fluctuations, "Let's drive back before the rush hour."

Hang Yang is not stupid, or after experiencing a death, he has a more delicate understanding of the subtle things of human nature and heart.He could clearly feel that Hang Xiutu didn't like this "brother".

This is not surprising.

These two people have almost no long-term overlapping life trajectories: when the original owner started to remember, Hang Xiutu had already boarded in a noble private middle school; when he finished middle school, his brother went abroad to study; broke.

There is no similarity between the two in ability and personality: Hang Xiutu has always been excellent and perfect, presumably in his eyes, it is incomprehensible for a mediocre, arrogant and willful person like Hang Yang.

If it weren't for a blood relationship, he probably wouldn't have had any intersection with "Hang Yang", and he wouldn't even give such a person a hand in his life.

But it is precisely this level of "blood relationship". He may not like it, but he has an obligation that he has to bear.

Hang Xiutu's cold eyes glanced at Hang Yang, as if he was looking at it, but also as if there was nothing there, Hang Yang felt a "thump" in his heart, and couldn't help shivering in such eyes.

Hang Xiutu really doesn't like his "brother". If it's just about taking responsibility, then he has done a good enough job.

The first time Hang Yang woke up, his parents and elder brother were all abroad. Hang Xiutu immediately pushed all the notices at hand to come to the hospital to see people, and arranged for the nurses, rehabilitation plan, and even the media who wanted to catch the heat... this time He even came to pick Hang Yang home in person.

It can be said that regardless of feelings, there is no elder brother who is more competent than Hang Xiutu.

Hang Yang seemed to want to escape from those eyes as soon as possible, and he quickly closed the bed curtain with a "crash".Probably the independent leisure gave Hang Yang more sense of security, and Hang Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

He slowly unbuttoned it, raised his head slightly: go home today... go home?

Something flashed in Hang Yang's mind. In his impression, it seemed that something happened on the day when Hang Xiutu came to pick him up? !It seems... quite important, what the hell is going on?

Just when Hang Yang was in a daze, regular footsteps sounded outside the door again.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Hang Yang's mind, and he quickly sorted out his new clothes. Who knew that he would meet the third wave of people who entered the ward today on the spot as soon as he opened the curtain!

Yes, the third wave of people are the two real protagonists in the "threesome" story in this book--the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou.