After Lao Gong lost his memory, he thought he was a double

It was evening when Xie Ling received the news of Fu Mingcheng's car accident, and after another round of tossing around in the hospital, it was almost ten o'clock when he got home.

The patter of rain outside has almost stopped, and a few stars are hung in the ink-like sky. In the silent night, only the cry of cicadas in the grass can be heard.

Fu Mingcheng's question made Xie Ling fall silent.

...How on earth should he tell Mr. Fu that he didn't sleep in separate rooms, but that he never lived together.

Fu Mingcheng's gaze swept across the room vaguely. He didn't feel that this place was strange, but knew the layout of the house instinctively.

Now the place they are stepping on is the small living room, the northernmost is the kitchen, the southernmost is the two guest bedrooms, the connecting place is the audio-visual room and the activity room, and the second floor is Lingling's private space, and other people are generally not allowed to enter.

He is very familiar with this house, but the problem is that there is no trace of his life here.

A trace of doubt flashed in Fu Mingcheng's heart, the next moment he suddenly took Xie Ling's hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Rest early today, okay?"

Xie Ling looked down at the two hands holding each other, and recalled what the doctor said - part of Mr. Fu's current situation was a slight concussion caused by an external impact, and part of it was the brain's automatic defense after stress.

He remembered most of the reasons why he was willing to marry Mr. Fu at that time.Mr. Fu is an orphan, with a clean background, self-made, and basically no interest entanglement behind him.

But now that Mr. Fu has no relatives or friends, it has become the most distressing thing for Xie Ling.

Mr. Fu is so obedient to him now, perhaps because he still longs for family affection deep in his heart, so that after losing his memory, he subconsciously developed empathy for his "partner".

At this time, if you tell Mr. Fu that this marriage is actually an exchange of interests, wouldn't it be a bit cruel?

And it's not conducive to recovery... The doctor said that the patient is currently not suitable for stimulation.

Xie Ling pinched his earlobe guiltily, tilted his head and said, "Then rest early."

Xie Ling settled Fu Mingcheng and went to the next door. His clothes were not too big for Fu Mingcheng. Fortunately, Wen Ziran was about the same size as Fu Mingcheng.

Wen Ziran has long regarded this house as his own territory. Although the decoration has not changed much, various small objects and decorations have directly changed the atmosphere of the house.

When Xie Ling entered the room, he was wearing a bathrobe and cooking in the kitchen. When he heard the door open, he poked his head in surprise: "Oh, rare customers, what's your business?"

Xie Ling's eyes flicked across the gaudy decorations on the wall, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and then he walked to the cloakroom without turning his eyes.

Looking at it further, he was really afraid that he couldn't help but blow Wen Ziran's head off.

The cloakroom is full of emergency and trendy men's summer clothes, there are more than a dozen pairs of leather boots on the shoe rack, and there are only three nightgowns.

Xie Ling directly picked up the only pure black nightgown that could be entered.

No need to guess, this dress must be new.

With Wen Ziran's own aesthetics, it is impossible to fall in love with such normal clothes.

Xie Ling put the nightgown on his arm, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the drawer where the underwear was placed.

He really doesn't know what size Mr. Fu is.

Wen Ziran leaned against the door frame of the cloakroom with a frying spoon, looked at the sky at 45 degrees, and sighed faintly: "Honey, can you give me some privacy?"

"Underwear, get new ones." Xie Ling made a cold comparison.

Wen Ziran: "You actually want to give my things to the dogs outside? Return two?!"

Xie Ling choked: "I'll give you two seconds, if you're too late, you won't be able to stay in this house."

Wen Ziran was struck by lightning: "Dad! Am I not your favorite dog?!"

While he was talking, his movements were done in one go, without any slowness. He opened the cabinet, opened the door, took out his underwear, quickly stuffed the underwear into Xie Ling's arms, and finally took a long breath.

He patted his chest in fear, and suddenly remembered that there was still business to ask: "By the way, why did Fu Mingcheng come back here with you? Didn't he have a car accident? What's going on now???"

Looking at Wen Ziran's eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Xie Ling chuckled, he hooked the corners of his lips, and spoke slowly: "The situation is..."

"you guess."

Wen Ziran: "..." Oh my god!

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"Brother, don't do this, curiosity will suffocate me."

"Baby, if you don't make it clear, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

"Ling Ling, Brother Ling, Young Master Xie, Mr. Xie, Boss~"

Wen Ziran followed behind Xie Ling with a flattering and humble tone.

And Xie Ling's eyebrows and eyes were visibly stained with joy.

Xie Ling, who was in a happy mood, suddenly felt a familiar gaze. He looked up and saw that Mr. Fu in a white shirt was standing at the door waiting for him.

They have two households with six stairs on the first floor. The gates of the two households are one on the south side and the other on the north side. There is a corridor that is not long and not short in the middle. After opening the gate, you can just look at each other from a distance.

Xie Ling was about to go towards Fu Mingcheng, but Wen Ziran grabbed his arm suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Aren't you willing to share even this bit of information?! I gave away all my underwear!! "

Xie Ling's smile was a little stiff, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

No, is there any connection between the two?

He threatened Wen Ziran to shut up with his eyes, then strode up to Fu Mingcheng, and said softly, "It's cold outside, let's go back to the house first."

Fu Mingcheng looked at the smile on the young man's lips and nodded obediently. When he was dragged back to the room, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Ziran inadvertently.

Wen Ziran was so wronged: "It's fine if you don't tell me any little secrets. The Tibetan mastiff I brought home is still staring at me."

Huskies really can't beat Tibetan mastiffs.

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The next day Xie Ling woke up early, the quality of his sleep last night was unprecedentedly good, he didn't have a dream all night.

Mr. Fu's injured hand rested on his waist, Xie Ling carefully raised Mr. Fu's hand, and left the room after confirming that the wound did not get worse.

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes after Xie Ling closed the door. His eyes fell into the air, looking a little light.

Fu Mingcheng stared at the void, and after a while, he suddenly pinched the corner of Xie Ling's pillow sideways, rubbed his index finger and thumb subconsciously, his lips were tightly pressed, and his breathing slowed down, as if he was doing some psychological construction.

The light blue pillow stayed there quietly. Fu Mingcheng looked at the pillow for an unknown amount of time before finally making up his mind - pulling the pillow into his arms.

A sigh of satisfaction resounded in the room where the smell of falling needles could be heard.

"...Xie Ling."

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Xie Ling left the room to order breakfast at Huaixiangju, and then informed the assistant that he would have a rest today.

As the largest shareholder and president of Star City Film and Television, Xie Ling's absence in Star City does not affect the company's operations.

Star City Films was originally owned by Xie Ling's mother, Ms. Wen. On Xie Ling's birthday, Ms. Wen gave Star City Films as a "gift" to Xiaoshouxing, and transferred all the equity...and debts under her name on the spot.

Then, the "hundred billion young master Xie Ling" who had just grown up was suddenly tens of millions in debt.

The Xie family is a real wealthy family. The family business spans eight major provinces, from real estate to construction, from high-tech to the service industry. Only you can't imagine that there is no Xie family that does not invest.

To the Xie family, money is really just a string of numbers. Xie Ling has been nicknamed "Master Hundred Billion" by netizens since he was a child.

Master Hundred Billion did not expect that he would still be in debt one day, and when he found out that the source of his debt was the Star City that his mother gave him, Ms. Wen said nonchalantly, "The shopping mall is like a battlefield, and you must always be vigilant when fighting on the battlefield." Now, what kind of fun can you get for free? You still have a long way to go. "

That night, Young Master Xie, who was still in his prime, was given a vivid life lesson by his mother, and fully realized the dangers of this world.

Star City Films is an established industry in the entertainment industry, and is still a "leading" company in the industry. However, due to its old seniority, rigid system, and lack of innovation, it has been eating its laurels, resulting in financial losses.

Even so, it has been almost five years since Xie Ling took over Star City, but he has not made any changes to Star City.

It's not that he doesn't want to change, but that he can't.

After all, Star City's losses are actually exchanging money for word of mouth.

Star City, as a film and television company in the entertainment industry, rarely produces "commercial films" independently. Firstly, there are few good scripts and good actors are expensive. Secondly, most of the contracted directors of Star City have a different feeling for documentaries. director.

The original form of film was documentary, but in the current "entertainment industry", "documentary" does not make money.

Not only did not make money, but also lost money.

For a seemingly mediocre documentary, from material selection to production, from the behind-the-scenes team to the camera equipment, the basic investment may reach seven figures. Today, documentaries tend to be niche, and these investments may not even cost half of the cost. Can't get it back.

But Xingcheng has not given up shooting documentaries until today.

The capital market is turbulent, and if you make a wrong move, you will be doomed. Star City, relying on the strong capital flow of the Xie family behind it, is losing money and making money, like a white lotus in the mud, standing alone and beautiful on the top of a high mountain.

The assistant on the other end of the phone hesitated after receiving the notice from the boss asking for leave: "Director Lin is also in today's meeting..."

In Star City, there are very few things worth meeting. Once there is a memory that requires the attendance of major shareholders, [-]% of the time it is the director who led the production team to come up with an extremely excellent plan to control the boss to (rob) money.

——In the past, Ms. Guan Wen wanted it, but now it's Guan Xie Ling's.

Xie Ling would inevitably bleed profusely every time he participated in such a meeting.

And when Director Lin appeared, at least eight figures should be taken away from him.

Xie Ling was silent for a second, then said calmly: "Send me the plan after the meeting."

Assistant: "Okay."

Director Lin Chen is over 50 this year. He has won various awards for 30 years in the industry.

The only downside is that it costs money.

But it is also because of Director Lin and the dedicated directors and teams in Star City that Star City has been able to easily get various central-led projects and even exclusive central partners over the years.

Word of mouth, authority, and brand effect cannot be measured by money.

...Of course, the reason why he didn't go to the meeting was because he knew he couldn't beat Uncle Lin, and he might be tricked into giving him more money.

Xie Ling sighed faintly—Master Hundred Billion is really out of money.

As soon as he hung up the phone, the meal from Huaixiangju was delivered.

Just as Xie Ling opened the door, Wen Ziran immediately followed the scent.

He suspected it might have a dog's nose.

Huaixiangju is notoriously expensive and difficult to determine, but the materials used are one-on-one. As soon as Wen Ziran entered the room, he immediately rushed to the dining table and said ecstatically, "Spicy fried crispy pork is for me, right?" It's for me!"

His eyes were bright, he was holding onto the corner of Xie Ling's clothes with one hand, and holding onto the plate of crispy meat with the other, his expression management was on the verge of losing control, as if he hadn't eaten enough for more than ten years.

Xie Ling nodded deeply tired.

Wen Ziran cheered: "I knew you loved me the most!"

Under Wen Ziran's shout of surprise, Xie Ling heard footsteps coming from the stairs, he raised his head subconsciously, and met Fu Mingcheng's sight as expected.

The tall and straight man stood at the boundary between light and shadow. The gold-rimmed mirror frame made him look very gentle, but the sharp facial features gave off a sense of fierceness out of thin air.

"Lingling."

The man's voice had the unique hoarseness of the morning, a sense of laziness just waking up, and an inexplicable sexiness.

Fu Mingcheng walked up to Xie Ling, gently took Xie Ling's hand, and seemingly inadvertently led Xie Ling to take a step to the right, away from Wen Ziran.

The corner of the man's lips curled up, a bit of satisfaction subconsciously appeared in his eyes.

This is his Lingling, so I don't want others to touch it.