Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

On the surface, the greeting card in Zhao Yu's hand was no different from any other exquisitely decorated greeting card, but after opening it, it was scarlet, and every stroke was cursed, which made people feel glaring and disgusting.

Zhao Yu threw the shredded paper from the greeting card into the trash can next to him, and didn't bother to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"I don't know if there is anyone else among this group of fans. Did you pay attention when you received the gift just now?"

The smile on Lu Wanghe's face had faded away, he frowned slightly and recalled, the faces of dozens of fans in his memory were actually very blurred, he didn't quite remember which gift was given by whom.

"I didn't notice, check these gifts again - extreme fans are a minority after all, and I haven't received any strange things before? A curse greeting card is nothing."

"Fortunately, the birthday you announced on the Internet is fake." Zhao Yu sighed, "You should also check all the gifts in your hand carefully. Some greeting cards may contain tracking chips, so don't be careless."

"Let me check. Brother Zhao, go and wash your hands. I don't know if there is anything else in the red paint."

Lu Wanghe paused: "Also, don't tell Fu Jingmo about this for now. He is nervous now and I am too nervous. He knows that he will definitely investigate to the end in the future."

The fans who came to pick him up from the airport seemed to be students in their teens and twenties. If he made such a greeting card in a moment of confusion, he still wanted to give her a chance to change her mind.

After all, if the police are called, or who is found out and exposed, then the rest of the girl's life will be ruined.

Zhao Yu hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Lu Wanghe originally wanted to sleep for a while on the plane, but this time he felt no sleepiness at all, so he went through all the presents carefully and checked that there was nothing abnormal before putting them away in the suitcase.

It was almost noon when we got off the plane and arrived at the hotel we booked. Zhao Yu ordered takeaway and helped Lu Wanghe pack his luggage.

"Contact Director Chen and see when to go to the crew to meet some of the main actors and get acquainted."

"I've already contacted. Director Chen said that the crew's car will come to pick us up at noon tomorrow. Let's have a good rest today...I'll call Fu Jingmo first."

Lu Wanghe went to the balcony and closed the door, lest Zhao Yu listen to the love words he coaxed Fu Jingmo for a while, and be ridiculed again.

[Is your meeting over? 】

[Silly Dog Hook: It's just over and I'm eating, how about you? 】

Along with Fu Jingmo's reply, there was also a photo of lunch.

Lu Wanghe felt relieved.

【Brother Zhao just ordered takeaway for me, and I'm packing my luggage now. I'll go to the crew tomorrow to meet other actors and get acquainted. 】

[Silly dog ​​hook: Is it convenient to video? 】

Lu Wanghe directly dialed the WeChat video call, and the youthful and handsome jade-colored face immediately appeared on the screen of the phone, with stern eyebrows and eye tails slightly raised, and a low smile of unknown meaning.

"Hehe."

"Ok?"

"What did you promise me on the plane?"

Lu Wanghe coughed lightly, leaning against the door frame of the balcony with his back slightly tensed.

At that time, he was coaxed by Fu Jingmo's hoarse and aggrieved voice so that his head became hot, and he promised to coax people after he got off the plane, and he could listen to anything he wanted.

Now that I think about it, Fu Jingmo's jealousy is only half true at most, and more of it is to use this incident to trick him into saying a few nice words of love.

Thinking of this, the young man's rose-colored lips slightly lifted, his Adam's apple rolled, and his throat was moistened.Pretending not to understand Fu Jingmo's mind.

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Fu Jingmo's lips curled up, his brown phoenix eyes drooped, and he seemed extraordinarily magnanimous: "I don't bully Hehe either, you can call me whatever your fans call you."

As Fu Jingmo spoke, he raised his eyes. His sharp phoenix eyes filled with warm sun, gentle and seductive. It seemed as if a fire was lit on Lu Wanghe's ears through the screen, and the boy's ears were dyed with scarlet circles The color was as red as a drop of blood.

This is called not bullying him, so what is bullying! ?

His fans call him "brother" and "husband" because of the large number of people, and they don't feel embarrassed.

But now they both...

Lu Wanghe bit his lower lip, subconsciously glanced at Zhao Yu in the room who was packing his suitcase with his back facing him, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"you……"

Fu Jingmo's light-colored pupils are like the clear sky after the summer rain, icy and moist, and when his eyes rest on Lu Wanghe's opening and closing lips, they suddenly add a bit of deep and dark color.

"What's the matter, Hehe doesn't want to?" The young man's low voice was very gentle, without any annoyance or displeasure, but there was a well-disguised disappointment, "If you don't want to, forget it..."

Lu Wanghe's heart softened, he gritted his teeth, and his voice was softer than a mosquito: "Brother."

After a pause, after a while of goosebumps, he closed his eyes and braced himself.

"...Old Gong. Don't be jealous, okay?"

Fu Jingmo held the edge of the phone tightly with his fingertips for a moment, his cold white skin turned red for a while, and his voice sank a few more times: "What? The signal is not good, I didn't hear it."

Lu Wanghe quietly opened one eye, his face felt hot.

Confused: "Didn't hear that?"

Fu Jingmo tried not to let his tone of voice rise due to his happy mood, and lied without changing his face: "Well, I didn't hear it. He He called again, okay?"

He always knew that Lu Wanghe's teeth were sharp and his mouth was sharp, but his heart was very soft. He coaxed the boy a few more times, and he really coaxed the young man into a mess, and obediently called him "Old Gong" twice.

The elegant and gentle boy's voice was soft because of embarrassment. Every time Lu Wanghe called out, the darkness in Fu Jingmo's eyes deepened.

I couldn't count how many times I yelled, and the hot face reached a peak, Lu Wanghe finally hardened his heart and clenched his teeth, resolutely stopped yelling.

"If you say that you haven't heard it again, I won't call you in the future."

Fu Jingmo slowly saved the recording of the call, and said obediently: "Okay, He He will not talk if he doesn't want to."

Lu Wanghe took a deep breath, went to the window and opened two windows, the wind coming in cooled the heat on his face a bit.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Fu Jingmo continue in a slightly tight voice.

"Hehe, what's wrong with your hand, are you injured?"

He looked down, and saw a small piece of red paint on the palm of his right hand, which looked like dried blood, which should have been accidentally stained from the greeting card on the plane.

"No injuries, just accidentally scratched the paint."

Lu Wanghe subconsciously concealed the receipt of the greeting card, with a smile on his face, and raised his palm to face the camera.

"Look, there's no wound, it's just paint."