Mo Songlin suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Jiang Yu laughed again, his eyes were still wet with tears, but his smile was extremely gentle: "I have been with Mr. Mo for four years, why do you still use him who just arrived to guide me..."

"I know that Mr. Mo treats me well, and I like and like Mr. Mo very much. Even if Uncle Wang and the crew look down on me, I don't care. As long as Mr. Mo still wants me, I can do anything... "

Mo Songlin breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "I'm not going to throw you out."

Jiang Yu looked at him with a dull gaze: "I know that Mr. Mo has many people in his heart..."

"Listen to Feng Qiu's nonsense?!"

Mo Song Lingang frowned, as if he was about to get angry, Jiang Yu said, "But when you look at me, it's as if you're looking at another person through me."

"You..." Mo Songlin suddenly lost ground, his voice lost all confidence, and he said as if he was dying, "What nonsense are you talking..."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, his expression was gloomy: "That person is called Qin Huai."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Songlin was stunned, as if he had been pressed for a pause, he stared at Jiang Yu with his head down.

After a long time, Mo Songlin came back to his senses: "Who told you?"

"Do you need someone else to tell me...I have been with Mr. Mo for four years...Mr. Mo was angry at the people on TV, and what he said was very resembling, the locked room upstairs, Mr. Mo That precious and precious class photo..." Jiang Yu pursed his lips, smiling sadly: "And I am just a substitute that Mr. Mo found."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Jiang Yu lowered his head, his face ashen ashes: "Sorry, I made you angry."

Mo Songlin grabbed the armrest of the chair with all his strength, his face was horrifying, he hammered the chair twice, and stood up abruptly: "Who allowed you to enter that room?!"

"I didn't go in!" Jiang Yu seemed to be extremely wronged, his eyes were bloodshot: "I always remember what Mr. Mo said! But the past four years have been telling me every bit, I It’s just another person’s substitute! What’s the use of deceiving myself?! That room contains everything about you and him! Is there any room for me…”

As he talked, he slowly squatted down and lay on his knees, his voice twitching: "What about the substitute, I must do better than them, sooner or later I, I will show you, I Who is more like him...Mr. Mo, you have to believe me..."

There were several hurried footsteps outside the door. The butler led the people to push the door open. Seeing Jiang Yu squatting on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and asked Mo Songlin who was sitting next to him with a dazed face: "Sir, he..."

Mo Songlin raised his head and looked blankly at the housekeeper, Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang: "?"

Mo Songlin blinked, and suddenly came back to his senses, then his expression became impatient, and he waved to the people outside the door: "Go down, who told you to come here."

Servants: "?"

Mo Songlin looked helplessly at Jiang Yu who was squatting on the ground sobbing, leaned over to help him up, and said softly, "Okay, I was wrong this time."

Jiang Yu turned his head away, pursed his lips and ignored him.

Mo Songlin turned his head and glanced coldly: "Uncle Wang, take good care of your subordinates. I heard from Jiang Yu that there are servants in the villa who bully him and look down on him. Is there such a thing?"

Uncle Wang smiled and leaned over: "This... how can I do it, I will definitely talk about them."

"Did he come back by bus at night?"

"Oh, this is indeed our negligence, and we must ask the driver to pick him up in the future!"

Jiang Yu sniffled and stared blankly at Mo Songlin: "I, can I still act in the future?"

"Of course, okay, I've already told them for you, don't be angry." Mo Songlin gently stroked his hair: "Uncle Wang, send him back to his room."

"If you need anything in the future, just ask Uncle Wang, do you understand?"

Jiang Yu looked at Mo Songlin who was full of gentleness, and nodded.

5 minutes later--

Jiang Yu sat on the bed in his room, grinning and rubbing his thighs.

The black and blue bruises on the snow-white skin looked particularly miserable.

Jiang Yu sighed secretly while playing that "immature and mature, innocent and cold-blooded" perverted King Le'an. He didn't even have to think about setting up this paranoid little stand-in, just move it over and use it—just wanted Squeezing a few tears requires special means.

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Yu just pulled the quilt to cover his miserable thighs, and before he said please come in, the door opened, and a servant carried a tray, put a glass of milk and a few pieces of Chinese desserts on the small table in the room, He said to Jiang Yu, "Uncle Wang asked someone to prepare a supper for you."

Jiang Yu opened his eyes slightly, and sent the servant away gratefully. When the door was about to close, he heard the servant who turned and went downstairs muttered: "The door is really broken."

Jiang Yu closed the door, and recovered his indifference for a second: "It's really evil."

The attitude of the housekeeper, Uncle Wang, represented Mo Songlin's attitude. Jiang Yu never thought that Mo Songlin would be so happy by him this time.

The salary has been improved, but Jiang Yu doesn't plan to stay here for a long time. The popularity of his and Fu Qingxu's CP on the Internet is rapidly increasing, and soon he will have the confidence to get rid of Mo Songlin's control.

Mo Songlin's status is enough to delete the news about him, an [-]th-tier star, but he can't delete the news about actor Fu Qingxu. He and Fu Qingxu have more and more video interactions. Even if Mo Songlin wants to ban him now, he can't. It was too late.

Starting tomorrow, he will find a reason to live in the film crew.

Jiang Yu turned off the light and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yu was woken up by a knock on the door, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, are you up? Breakfast is ready, go down and eat."

Jiang Yu looked at the empty ceiling, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In the past, the servants didn't call him, and when they had to use it, they called him "that Jiang Yu" in a disdainful tone. This was the first time he heard the name "Mr. Jiang", and it was also the first time he was called out of bed by a servant. .

Jiang Yu was so excited by this title early in the morning: "Got it—"

He grinded and put on his clothes, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then went downstairs. On the long table, Mo Songlin and Feng Qiu were waiting for him to eat.

Both of them looked at him, the former with a bewildered and kind smile, the latter with a ferocious face, wishing to kill Jiang Yu alive.

"Why is it so hard to scream?" Mo Songlin's voice was extremely gentle. He pulled away the chair beside him and looked at Jiang Yu gently: "Come here, sit here with me."

Jiang Yu got goosebumps all over his body, and walked over bravely: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo."

"Your crew...what time do you want to arrive?" Mo Songlin smiled.

"It's nine o'clock today..."

"I'll see you off." Mo Songlin rubbed his head, picked up a piece of fried egg for him with chopsticks, his voice was so soft that he could pinch water: "Don't just eat bread, eat some eggs, and supplement protein. "

"...Don't bother Mr. Mo." Jiang Yu's gaze fell on the fried egg that Mo Songlin had brought over on the plate, and he swallowed his breakfast with difficulty.

Feng Qiu was sitting on the other side with a piece of bread in his mouth, envious of the two of them "you and me", and tears were about to fall: "Mr. Mo..."

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