Cannon fodder husband and wife dressed as villains

Lin Qiong opened her small mouth and began to babble non-stop.

Fu Xingyun folded his arms around him, "You think I'll believe you?"

Lin Qiong looked at him and asked, "Otherwise?"

"Since you said you liked me for a long time, why have I never seen you before?"

Lin Qiong gave him a deep look, "You forgot."

Fu Xingyun: "What?"

Lin Qiong: "I feel inferior."

"..."

"But we did."

Fu Xingyun raised his eyebrows: "Where is it?"

Lin Qiong bowed her head in embarrassment, "Dream."

"..."

Lin Qiong coughed, then said seriously:

"I know you can't trust me yet, but time will tell, you just need to know that I love your money," and that's enough."

Those eyes are clear and sincere, as if there is some magic power that attracts people, people can't move their eyes away.

The sunlight from Goldman Sachs outside penetrated the glass windows into the house, and the shadow of the rubber tree placed in the living room was stretched long enough to cover Fu Xingyun, but the sunlight was dazzled by the reflection of the wheelchair.

As the light brightened and then dimmed, the young man's already fair face was illuminated more transparently, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were bright, a pair of black grape-like eyes stared at him, and his eyelashes fluttered in the fine sunlight.

Fu Xingyun curled his fingers imperceptibly.

Looking at Lin Qiong with half-down eyebrows.

Well, the people in front of you are very confusing.

Fu Xingyun glanced sideways out of the window. It was indeed a fine weather. In the end, the two each took a step back, ready to go for a stroll in the golfing yard.

Lin Qiong pushed her for a walk in the yard contentedly, because of yesterday's 2000-meter extreme exercise, her legs ached when she got up early this morning.

He planned to walk for more than ten minutes, but the area of ​​the villa was much larger than he had imagined.

After a trip down, he wandered outside for half an hour, and when he got back to the house, Lin Qiong was paralyzed on the sofa with a white belly and salted fish like a disabled person.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him, turned around and went up to the third floor.

Buzz -- the mobile phone that was placed aside vibrated, and the scalp of those who listened could not help but tingle.

Lin Qiong stretched out her arms to pick it up and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number with no notes.

Move your finger and swipe to connect.

The other end of the phone saw that the other party was connected, and just about to speak, the next moment the young man's feeble voice came from the other side,

"No insurance."

"..." Wang Cheng, "I'm not selling insurance."

"Oh." The voice on the other side responded lazily, "No card."

"..."

Wang Cheng took a deep breath, "I'm not selling insurance or handling cards, I'm your broker!"

Lin Qiong frowned when she heard this, she turned out to be a prodigal son with a job.

There are not many descriptions in the book about Lin Qiong, an inconspicuous little cannon fodder. Simply put, he was born to die.

There is no detailed description in the original text as to what kind of work it is.

The other party claimed to be an agent, so could it be that he was engaged in the performing arts industry?

Lin Qiong responded, "What's the matter?"

Wang Cheng's voice was angry, "You still have the nerve to ask, look at the date, you asked me to leave for three days, and now it's been a fucking week and I haven't seen you."

Lin Qiong slightly moved the phone away from her ear, "Some things are delayed."

"Is it all settled now?"

In fact, Wang Cheng also knew what kind of dead person the other party was. After yelling, his mood eased a lot, and his tone softened a bit.

After all, if this continues, the other party may directly flirt with him, throw the phone and disappear.

Lin Qiong raised her eyes and glanced upstairs, "Almost."

Wang Cheng got straight to the point and said, "I've accepted a job for you, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Lin Qiong was confused, "What job?"

"Costume shooting, it's a job I just got, don't mess it up."

Lin Qiong nodded after hearing this, and for a while had a certain understanding of her career.

Wang Cheng: "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, the old place."

Lin Qiong didn't know where the old place was mentioned by the other party, so she said, "I'm living in another place."

Wang Cheng: "Then you send me the address, and I will go there tomorrow."

Lin Qiong is slightly OK.

During dinner, Lin Qiong told Fu Xingyun that he was going to work tomorrow.

The man looked up at him with rare surprise in his eyes.

"Is there a job for you?"

Lin Qiong nodded, "Well, I don't know when it will end, and I may come back late."

Fu Xingyun stopped looking at him, "It's fine if you don't come back."

"How can this work?" Lin Qiong looked serious, "The jacuzzi at home will be lonely."

"..."

The next day Lin Qiong knocked on the door next door, "I'm off to work, remember to have breakfast."

He waited for the man's indifferent reply from inside, and then he went downstairs and out the door.

Wang Cheng called, "I'm here, you can see me when you come out."

Sure enough, as soon as he walked out of the villa area, he saw a middle-aged man leaning on the side of the road and waving to him.

Behind him is a brand new BMW.

Lin Qiong understood, and was about to take a step forward, when there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind her the next moment, and then a pink figure flew past her, and landed on the BMW like a butterfly.

A black BMW drove by, revealing the battered bun behind it.

Wang Cheng waved his hand happily when he saw the other party, "Lin Qiong!!!"

Lin Qiong: "..."

The other party looked to be in his early twenties, not much different from his age.

Lin Qiong stepped forward and opened the door of Little Bread and sat in it.

Looking at the bustling and luxurious villa area behind, Wang Cheng couldn't help but marvel a little, "Fuck, this is not much better than where you lived before."

Although I know that Lin Qiong's family is rich, but recently I heard that the family's property is in a downturn and they don't make much money, so the second generation ancestor of this prodigal family came out to make money.

Although he did not earn as much as he spent, but Lin Qiong was used to being extravagant and he didn't care. He used to live in a high-rise apartment with a high monthly rent.

He was lucky enough to go in once, and the inside was almost like a pigsty.

But this is not the point, the point is that now Lin Qiong has actually moved to the famous rich man's villa area.

Wang Cheng looked at him with a pair of small eyes, "Is your father in Forbes?"

Lin Qiong glanced at him, "No."

Wang Cheng: "Then how did you come out from there?!"

Lin Qiong looked back, then pointed out, "Have you seen that road?"

Wang Cheng hurriedly stretched his head to look, "I see."

Lin Qiong said, "I walked out from here."

Wang Cheng: ...

The two chatted for a few more words, and Wang Cheng started the engine.

There was an ear-splitting roar, and it seemed that the bun was old.

Little Bread creaked forward on the road, and Lin Qiong also learned about the original work from Wang Cheng through the conversation.

Worked as an actor in the entertainment industry, but returned as an amateur after two years of debut.

Lin Qiong is not famous but has a big temper. The corpse doesn't play tricks and doesn't run away.

Naturally, no one would use such a sloppy little artist.

After all, the most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is a good-looking and obedient person. Although he looks good, he can't get any good jobs.

Today's itinerary is just to take a model photo for a niche brand.

That's right, it's not the kind of magazine, it's just posted on the official website of a niche brand for a few days.

Wang Cheng glanced at him in the car, and felt that his temper had improved a lot after not seeing anyone for a few days.

"Why did you disappear for so many days?"

Lin Qiong took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Xingyun, telling the other party not to forget to have breakfast. After hearing the other party's inquiry, she replied: "Take time to get married."

squeak! ——The tires screeched against the road.

Wang Cheng hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, "You are married!"

Lin Qiong glanced at him inexplicably, "Yes."

Wang Cheng instantly thought of the villa in the wealthy area where Lin Qiong lives today. Although there are rich people everywhere, the people living in that place are all famous wealthy businessmen.

He reads financial news every day, in order to one day win the lottery and jump into the ranks of the richest man.

However, he hadn't heard of any young and promising rich man getting married in recent days, and Wang Cheng's heart sank suddenly.

"The other party is older or younger than you."

Lin Qiong thought about it for a while, and couldn't count with one hand, "It's quite a lot."

Wang Cheng couldn't believe that the other party would degenerate like this for money, but he tentatively asked with a glimmer of hope: "What do you like about the other party?"

"Is it an extraordinary temperament or a gentle conversation."

Wang Cheng prayed silently in his heart.

Lin Qiong was very honest, and when he thought of the large amount of alimony after the divorce, he smiled brightly, "His money."

Wang Cheng: "You married an old man."

"What an old man is so ugly." Lin Qiong retorted seriously.

Wang Cheng saw a glimmer of hope.

Lin Qiong: "He just lived a long time."

Wang Cheng: ...

Although Wang Cheng also hated Lin Qiong very much before, and even wanted to quit the business for a while.

But he also felt sorry for the other party's depravity, and was heartbroken to see the other party's heartless death.

For a moment, the other party's smile was very dazzling, this fresh life sold his soul for money, was torn to pieces and trampled and went astray.

If you get old, the other party will definitely regret it.

Wang Cheng looked at him, "You really don't pick."

Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "You can't compare yourself too much."

Then he broke the other party's prejudice and said to humanity: "Besides, what's wrong with the old man, the old man's subsistence allowance is no more reliable than those young people in society."

Wang Cheng listened to Lin Qiong whispering in his ear with a numb face.

If you have money, you can make ghosts turn the millstone, but if you have no money, ghosts will not open the door.

Seeing the other party's flamboyant face on weekdays, Wang Cheng fell silent, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, very melancholy.

Lin Qiong looked puzzled and said, "What are you doing?"

Wang Cheng didn't look at him but sighed, "I feel the world."

Lin Qiong let out an "oh", then glanced at the rearview mirror and wanted to say something else.

I saw Wang Cheng said in a deep voice: "I'll talk about it later, let me be quiet first."

"But……"

"leave me alone!"

Lin Qiong silently exchanged glances with the policeman holding a parking ticket outside the window.

"..."