Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

As the evening approached, the wind in the suburban streets was a bit strong. Passing through the narrow alleys, the young man's navy blue windbreaker was blowing rattlingly.

Lu Wanghe hooked one side of the mask, looked at Fu Jingmo's thin and beautifully shaped light-colored lips, couldn't hold back, and leaned forward firmly for a kiss.

Only this time, he was held by the waist and brought into his arms, wrapped in the fresh laundry detergent smell of the windbreaker and the young man's body temperature. A long and deep kiss stopped with the two people's slight panting.

"In this way... Mr. Fu can not care about it? You brought me to this place."

Fu Jingmo's eyes folded into smiles, and he took off the mask and put it on Lu Wanghe's face: "I didn't care about it at first, the two of us will cook together tonight... Do you want to invite Zhao Yu to eat?"

Lu Wanghe thought for half a breath, then shook his head resolutely.

"When I join the crew and you come to visit the set, take him out to eat and drink spicy food."

Zhao Yu is only taking him as an artist now, and everything at work is well arranged for him. He didn't have a chance in Hengdian before, but now that he's back in S City, he should be invited to dinner.

But...he didn't have a long time to stay in S City, not to mention that Fu Jingmo didn't have to go to the company for only a few days, he still wanted to stick with Fu Jingmo these few days.

After finally falling in love, now is the time when he is most reluctant to part with others, even the time for a meal.

Hearing the answer he wanted to hear, Fu Jingmo raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and picked up two large bags of ingredients that were placed on the ground.

"Let's go, Xiao Xu should have been waiting for us at the intersection, let's go home."

As soon as he got home, Lu Wanghe ran to the kitchen to fulfill his promise to make pasta for Fu Jingmo.

"You also like to eat black pepper, don't you-open your mouth and taste it, is it delicious?"

With his cuffs rolled up, Fu Jingmo was washing the bowls and chopsticks in front of the sink beside him. Hearing this, he turned his face to the side, opened his mouth obediently, and let Lu Wanghe feed a chopstick of noodles.

"good to eat."

"What flavor do you like? I'll make two."

"I like everything you like."

The soup in the pot was simmered on a low heat until it was slightly bubbling, and mixed with the pasta gave off an attractive aroma.

Lu Wanghe gently turned off the fire, took the cleaned plate from Fu Jingmo, and insisted: "Don't fool me, just tell me what you like to eat, I just wanted to make it for you... …If others want to eat it, I won’t make it.”

What is "I like what you like".

He didn't care how long Fu Jingmo had liked him before, in short, they were in love with each other now, and they were equal lovers.

Fu Jingmo wants to pamper him, and he also wants to pamper his dog Gou, no one needs to wrong themselves to cater to each other.

Fu Jingmo was keenly aware of the slight strangeness in the young man's words just now, his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was a little puzzled, and then flashed a relieved smile in an instant.

"Hehe thinks I said this to make you happy?"

"……Is not it?"

"No. I didn't pay much attention to what I ate. If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Xu. Before I hear from you... It's common for me to eat instant noodles for a few days after working overtime. I don't think it's any worse than Western food. go."

"It was later that you signed Hongtu, and I learned about what you like to eat from Zhao Yu one after another, so I also tried it."

"Actually, Hehe's taste is quite good...but sometimes I'm a bit tricky, so I'll ask someone to investigate the restaurants in the places you often go to film, and tell Zhao Yu which ones you will definitely like. .”

Lu Wanghe was stunned for a moment, the spaghetti in his hand had just been half filled, and the hot air was rising up, making the corners of his eyes a little sore.

The young man's slender eyelashes trembled a few times, and they were soaked in water vapor, as if they were drooping crow feathers.

"...Let me just say, although brother Zhao is careful, he has always strictly controlled my diet, why would he waste his energy to help me find those delicious restaurants."

It turned out that Fu Jingmo was paying attention and went to help him find it.

"How many other things has Mr. Fu done to make wedding dresses for others?"

"What are you talking about? It's impossible for you and Zhao Yu to—"

Lu Wanghe couldn't tell what the rampant emotion in his heart was, but it was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

Perhaps from the very beginning, crushing on this matter was unfair.

People who don't know live in a chic and unrestrained life, and people who have a secret love can only do it quietly behind their backs, trying not to let others know, no matter how much they give.

If this relationship has no result in the end...

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was a bit cold: "Then how do you know that I won't like someone else?"

Lu Wanghe raised his face, his peach-blossom pupils were so dark that no light could see through them, the youth's pupils were very beautiful and soft, but at the moment they were condensed with some anger and resentment, and they were stained with a faint stern color.

He gritted his teeth, as if he was teaching his family a dog that was easily bullied by outsiders, and felt very distressed.

"Suppose someone in the circle likes me and plans to chase me, and Zhao Yu has told him everything I like?"

"What if I lose my wings when I become famous, and I don't want to stay in Hongtu any longer. I want to open my own studio and be my own boss?"

"If I fell in love with someone else, you... I wouldn't know anything about what you did for me before. Brother Zhao treated me like a half-son. What did you do to me? Won't tell me either."

"If so, can you be willing?"

Fu Jingmo's breathing was stagnant, and the expression in his eyes was dim, but it was like a person had a nightmare, and he quickly returned to his usual calm and gentle expression.

"If this is the case, I may not be happy, but I will be willing if you live well."

The liking that almost covered his entire teenage years, being good to Lu Wanghe has become an instinct that doesn't need to be thought about.

Because love is not available, there will be feelings of loss every moment, and over the years, it will be integrated into the flesh and blood. After the accumulation, he will no longer feel sad because his feelings have not been expressed.

He can only be happy that Lu Wanghe is doing well.

He always thought that when Lu Wanghe fulfilled his dream, and wait a little longer, he and Lu Wanghe would still have a chance. They both became famous at a young age, and there was no shortage of just a few years.

Can……

Lu Wanghe gritted his teeth: "But I am not reconciled. I am the beneficiary of everything you have done for me. Why do I not have the right to know?"

"If I had known earlier, how would I know if I would like you."

"If I was with someone else before you confessed...you would let it go, right. But how do you know this, I will have a good life. "

"At least now I feel that I like you, I like you so much that I have to, and I don't like anyone else."