After being forced to be a stand-in, I really smell like [Entertainment]

After the other party received the money, he immediately changed his face: "Brother, my dearest brother, you are an angel, I love you~"

Yin Wu felt a chill in his heart when he saw it, but then he opened his mother's WeChat and transferred [-] to her.

Then I sent another message: "Mom, the filming of my film will be finished soon, and the salary is hundreds of thousands. You take good care of Dad, and let him recover from his illness. Don't worry about the money. I will see you after the filming."

Just after the issuance, the two deduction information of the bank card were sent, and the remaining balance was 327 yuan.

It's only the beginning of this month, and I have no money again.

By the way, I still owe the landlord last month's rent. If he insists again, he might as well move out and live in the bridge hole.

He never dared to tell his family about this embarrassing situation. Not only that, but he also had to pretend to be rich.

My father has cancer, but fortunately he was discovered early, and he can be saved if he is not in the late stage. My mother stays with him in the hospital every day to take care of him.

If I don't pretend to be like this, my parents will definitely think that it is too expensive to live in the hospital, and they will simply die.

In fact, what I just sent to my mother is also considered true, there are indeed hundreds of thousands of film remuneration, but these film remunerations have all entered Rongjing's pocket.

Then he will pay himself a fixed salary on time every month, just like he is the boss and he is his employee.

He doesn't just have himself as an artist, there are about a dozen of them. Except for the big traffic stars who get a commission from him, other low-level artists like himself all work in this way.

Because, sinking artists themselves don't have any good resources, and almost all of them are bought by him with money, and the money spent may be more than the salary they get.

However, he doesn't buy characters for every artist. He mainly buys for artists with potential. It doesn't matter if they lose money first.

This is also the fundamental reason why he does not hesitate to hype himself up, after all, it is for a profit.

Yin Wu lay on the sofa and rolled over for nearly an hour, and his stomach growled three times. I don't know why Ling Cheqing cooks so slowly. It's just a fried chicken. Does he want to raise the chicken first and then kill it? Do you want to fry it again?

"Hey, are you alright—" Yin Wu finally couldn't bear it and yelled at the kitchen to show the anger of a foodie.

There was no movement in the kitchen, but a very fragrant smell could be smelled coming from the kitchen. Yin Wu's curious little cloth, aroused by the fragrance, walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he reached the door, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it anymore. Saliva flowed out.

"My mother, good guy, how much leisure do you have, fried chicken is fried chicken, why do you have such a gorgeous arrangement?"

Ling Cheqing was indeed arranging the plates. With milky white gloves on his slender fingers, he was pinching the fried chickens in various shapes, neatly arranging them into a standard heart shape, and sprinkled a layer of blood-red chicken. The sauce, the final result is a red heart with an incomparable color, fragrance and taste!

"The white sesame seeds are gone." Ling Cheqing took off her gloves and went to wash her hands, but Yin Wu didn't care about it at all, excitedly took a picture of her work with her mobile phone, smiled lightly, and didn't speak any more.

After taking the photo, Yin Wu nodded his fingers and eagerly dipped the sauce into his mouth. Mom, this sauce is so fucking delicious!

But he still pretended to look at Ling Cheqing with a look of disgust: "What the hell, why is it so unpalatable!"

Ling Che saw through his duplicity early in the morning, so she didn't bother with him, but snatched the plate and carried it to the living room.

Regardless of the pain, Yin Wu trotted along behind him like a pug, almost sticking out his tongue out of greed.

There was a small coffee table in front of the sofa. Ling Cheqing put down the plate, leaned on the sofa and brushed the blonde hair on her forehead. There were obvious beads of sweat under the hair.

Yin Wu saw that he was sweating, and knew that he must have been busy for an hour, so he finally softened his mouth: "That... that... thank you..."

But he only said "thank you" before he started stuffing chicken nuggets into his mouth, and with his exquisite acting skills, he tried his best to act like it wasn't very tasty. In fact, he had already had an intracranial orgasm.

Ling Cheqing just watched him act, took a cup of tea and drank silently, and when he was almost done with the performance, she finally said, "Your acting skills at this moment are impeccable."

"%@.?!" Yin Wu's mouth was full of chicken, and he answered Ling Cheqing's sarcasm vaguely, because it was too hot, and he couldn't swallow it.

However, it is really really delicious, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, especially this sauce, it really pokes his stomach too much! ! ! !

I don't know if I become famous and rich in the future, can I buy Ling Cheqing to cook for myself, humiliate him by the way, and avenge my previous revenge.

Yin Wu was enjoying his meal when he suddenly heard his cell phone ringing again. Why are there so many people calling here?

With chicken in his mouth, he took out his mobile phone with oily hands and saw that it was Yin Qi, that bastard who hit him.

This guy never took the initiative to call himself, at most he sent a wechat message to ask him for money, and the money was given to him, why did he suddenly remember to greet himself on a whim?

In the end, Yin Wu still picked it up. Because he was eating fried chicken and didn't have his phone in his hand, he turned on the hands-free and put the phone on the table. As soon as he connected it, there was an impatient voice from the other party: "Brother, you are in love." ?!"

"Say it clearly!" Yin Wu was also shocked that he could say such a thing.

"I saw that the Internet was going crazy, saying that you posted a high-profile Weibo show of love for Ling Cheqing, and that you had a crush on him for a long time... How did you get it?"

Yin Wu hastily denied: "Impossible, I deleted them all, why are they still uploading?"

"Then it's true to say that, do you really like him so much?"

"Do not……"

But before Yin Wu had time to explain, the other party interrupted him aggressively: "It's okay, brother, I support you! If he dares to dislike you, I will ask my little brother to tie him up in front of you and let you punish him. If he still doesn't want to obey you, I'll give him medicine, at worst, I'll go to jail and still have to protect Brother's happiness!"

Yin Wu was on the hands-free, and Yin Qi's voice was quite loud. He took a peek at Ling Cheqing's face, and found that he was eating a small piece of chicken as if he hadn't heard, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be trembling. Seems to be holding back a laugh.

Damn, is he still in the mood to laugh?Shouldn't the ass be tight?

"Brother, brother, brother, are you listening? Give me a response, and if it's okay, I'll call someone!"

"Hey wait—" Yin Wu hurriedly stopped him: "You don't need to tie me up, you just ask someone to beat him up, remember not to kill anyone."

"Hit him? You don't have any fetishes, do you...?"

"Damn, can't you think of me better?"

"Oh, then I won't bring a knife, lest you hurt something by chopping something up."

Yin Wu sneaked another glance at Ling Cheqing, who was still calm, and signaled to him in a low voice: "My younger brother is a school bully, a group of bullfighters, you are in luck!"

Ling Cheqing finally replied to him in a low voice: "Tell him to bring the knife."

"Brother, is there anyone next to you? Why did I hear other men's voices?"

"Ah... people from the film crew, who were filming together..." Yin Wu subconsciously lied again.

"Aren't you filming with Ling Cheqing? Is he on the set? You give him the phone, I'll teach him a few words, and let him know the consequences of not liking you!"

Yin Wu was speechless: "Is Lao Tzu the kind of person who clings to me? You've known me for 18 years, so you don't know me that well?"

"Then you post that Weibo, you will die or live, and you will be depressed for a while and change your gender. Aren't I afraid that you will really do something extreme? If you die, who will give me money?"

Sure enough, the last sentence was the key point, Yin Wu rolled his eyes and hung up the phone decisively.

Just after hanging up the phone, I saw Ling Cheqing finally couldn't hold back his smile. He smiled happily. It seemed that he had been filming with him for so long. Apart from acting, it was the first time I saw him smile so widely in normal life. His eyes They all laughed.

Yin Wu glared at him angrily, "Is it funny?"

Ling Cheqing finally suppressed his smile, regained his calm expression, and continued to eat fried chicken as if nothing had happened.

Yin Wu was in no mood to eat anymore. He quickly checked his Weibo on his phone. It had indeed been deleted, but the number of followers on Weibo had already risen to 20, which is even more exaggerated.

"Strange, I deleted it?"

Ling Cheqing suddenly reminded him: "Go to the post bar and the forum, there are screenshots."

"Damn, take a screenshot!" Yin Wu lay down on the armrest of the sofa in despair: "I really don't like you, I really didn't post that Weibo!"

Without waiting for Ling Cheqing to reply, he suddenly straightened up and looked at him: "It's like I'm coercing you to stay with me, you have an illegitimate child who committed suicide for you, don't they all think I will kill myself for you too?"

Speaking of Ling Cheqing's illegitimate meal incident, there was a lot of trouble in the city at that time. There was a fan who admired him very much. He sold houses, cars, and even sold his body to be with him. It was because of Ling Cheqing's skill that he didn't succeed in the kidnapping. Afterwards, the fan committed suicide and left a suicide note of more than ten pages before he died, blaming Ling Cheqing for being selfish and ruthless.

Because of the illegitimate meal's suicide, many media outlets united to scold Ling Cheqing, saying that he was too inhumane and indifferent, which almost caused him to be banned from the entertainment industry. Later, it was his father who came forward to suppress this matter. Otherwise, he would have been too cold.

Ling Che frowned slightly when he heard him mentioning this matter, then stood up suddenly, took the empty plates on the table into the kitchen, and threw them into the dishwasher.

Yin Wu sensed his unhappiness, and thought this could be his pain point, right?

Yes, it is human life after all.

Yin Wu also stood up and chased him to the kitchen. For the first time, he did not continue to sarcasm him, but instead patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort: "I don't blame you for that, you are also a victim."

"The victim..." Ling Cheqing leaned her back against the pool, with one long leg slightly bent: "I don't care what the world thinks of me, what I care about is why the world can influence my preferences?"

"At this point, you and I thought of going together. In fact, a small ant like me doesn't care. What I want to do every day, a big star like you... I feel aggrieved."

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