Mr. Lu was heartbroken after I left

After sending Lan Lin away, Xu Zhuoyang read the script at home, adjusted his emotions in front of the mirror over and over again, and recited his lines, not even knowing when Lu Beiye would come back.

Lu Beiye stood outside the cloakroom, staring at the man in a formal suit who was facing a full-length mirror and couldn't help but be fascinated.

Xu Zhuoyang didn't know this at all, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the role, his usual carefree appearance completely disappeared, it seemed that the one standing there was not Xu Zhuoyang, but the hero in "Shadow", Shan Wu!

Her hair was neatly combed, her face was painted with light makeup, which turned her fair and clean face into dirt, and a rather realistic wound crossed half of her face, which looked horrifying.

His eyes were scarlet, with great sadness and pain intertwined in his eyes, his hands clenched tightly into fists and kept shaking, he looked at himself in the mirror, and asked angrily, "Why?! The person you hate It's me?! Why do you want to involve other innocent people!"

"You are a forensic doctor! Those who died tragically should be redressed, but what about you? You are the source of their tragic deaths!"

In Xu Zhuoyang's eyes, the person in the mirror has turned into a "twin brother" who is playing with a scalpel, has blood on his face, and has the same appearance as himself.

Lu Beiye stood at the door, watching the scene quietly.

He actually had the illusion of being there, he felt that he seemed to have entered the environment created by Xu Zhuoyang, there seemed to be a person standing in front of Xu Zhuoyang, and the surrounding environment seemed to have changed...

He had to admit that Xu Zhuoyang's growth in the past five years was truly rapid, and Xu Zhuoyang, the youngest actor in both disciplines, was not in vain at all.

Xu Zhuoyang was really serious about fighting for the leading actor in "Shadow".

Forget it, that's it...

Sighing, he knocked on the door frame, "Ah Yang?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Zhuoyang turned his head slowly, the bloodthirsty hatred in his eyes stunned Lu Beiye.

Xu Zhuoyang waited for a while before coming out of the play, "Brother? You came back so early today?"

"It's almost eight o'clock, it's getting late."

He glanced at the clock, only to realize that it was so late, "I haven't cooked yet!"

I forgot the time for a moment, and even forgot such an important thing.

After speaking, he took off his coat and went to the kitchen.

Standing outside, Lu Beiye looked at the busy figure in an apron, and suddenly felt a sense of home.

When I was young, my father worked outside, socializing all day long, and often came home in the middle of the night, and it was only him and his mother at home. At that time, my mother seemed to be like this, wearing an apron, chopping vegetables, pots and pans in the kitchen The sound of the ladle kept ringing, and he was doing his homework honestly in the living room, waiting for his mother to call him to eat.

"Brother, what did you think of my performance just now?"

The people in the kitchen asked him loudly.

Lu Beiye answered somewhat copingly, "It's okay."

In fact, he doesn't know much about these things. He thinks that Xu Zhuoyang's acting skills just now are good, but he doesn't know if it's really good. Fengying Entertainment is just a small company in his hands, and he doesn't put the main market in the entertainment industry. here.

Xu Zhuoyang lowered his head a little lonely.

He himself felt the difference. He felt that his emotions were a little too agitated, but if he restrained himself, expressing with his eyes alone would not achieve the desired effect. Some things were either the crazier and sadder or the better. Practice all afternoon.

A strong fragrance wafted out of the pot. He turned the pot with the ribs stewing to a low heat, and took advantage of this time to stir-fry two small dishes. He skillfully arranged the dishes one by one, put them on the dining table, filled the rice for the two of them, and divided the soup thoughtfully, Lu Beiye didn't need to move during the whole process.

In the past five years, Lu Beiye has gotten used to this kind of life where clothes come from his hands and mouth, and Xu Zhuoyang takes good care of him, not to mention washing and cooking. How to arrange according to his preferences, choose the clothes he should wear tomorrow, and so on.

Assistant Yan felt more than once that even if Xu Zhuoyang wasn't an actor, he was perfectly fine as a confinement wife!With this level of care, he felt that his boss was almost degraded by him!

Lu Beiye has a lot of problems. He is very picky about what he wears, where he lives, and even more picky about the food he eats. He doesn’t eat onions, ginger and garlic, and he doesn’t eat heavy-tasting foods. He only eats stir-fried vegetables, and he only eats stewed tofu. Yes, I only eat steamed fish, chicken meatballs can be deep-fried, but chicken breast meat and leg meat are not. I don’t know what I don’t eat. It all depends on my mood. When I was in the old house, six or seven chefs were enough to serve Lu Beiye. Well, Assistant Yan never expected that Xu Zhuoyang, who used to keep his fingers in the water, would bring this Young Master Lu, who is always a forceful person, under control.