"Does that sound a bit like me?"

Jiang Yu turned around, with a hint of helplessness and loneliness in his eyes. For some reason, Feng Qiu was suddenly a little scared, as if something important was about to be revealed, but that incident was destined to be sad, and he didn't want to be mentioned Yes, bloody sores.

And this scar will be torn apart today.

Jiang Yu said softly: "It's because I resemble him a bit, and your voice also resembles him, that's why Mr. Mo is willing to keep us, that person..." He sighed softly, his eyes calm: "Mr. Mo loves you very much. He, we are all just substitutes, only that one..."

Feng Qiu shivered for a moment, his eyes straightened: "You, what are you kidding..."

Jiang Yu smiled, raised his head and looked straight at Feng Qiu, who was pale, and said each word: "He is the white moonlight in Mr. Mo's heart, and the cinnabar mole in his heart. The only person Mr. Mo cares about is him."

"You...you lied to me..." Feng Qiu's face became paler and his breathing became faster: "You lied to me...you lied to me! I'll call Mr. Mo right now, I..."

"The third room on the left from the stairs on the second floor, did Uncle Wang tell you not to let you in?"

Feng Qiu was stunned: "So what?"

"Aren't you curious about what's in there?" Jiang Yu: "If I were you, I'd pretend that I don't know anything now, and live happily ever after. If you really want to clarify the matter with Mr. Mo ——I won’t stop you either, you can try it.”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yu patted him on the shoulder again, and went straight out.

For a while, Mo Songlin did not come to the villa, and Feng Qiu was also extremely honest. He locked himself in the house every day when he returned to the villa. Jiang Yu was very busy with filming. He simply didn't go back and slept in a nanny car assigned to him by the crew.

The publicity of the crew is still going on intensely. Director Wang is too busy to see anyone. He is chased by a group of media to do interviews and talk about the shooting experience. Many people are still guessing Jiang Yu's identity, but Director Wang directly blocks him back during the interview and praises him. After talking about Jiang Yu's talent in acting, he said that he accidentally picked up this person from the curb outside the film studio where the group performed, and the netizens were so excited that they took the high-speed train to the road outside the international film theater. Squatting on the side, waiting for himself to be picked up by Huiyan Zhizhu to film with the three golden actor.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Jiang Yu's film is about to wrap up. One day, after taking a nap, he got up from the nanny's car to shoot the afternoon scene, when he saw Feng Qiu standing beside a tree far away. There stared at him helplessly.

"?" Jiang Yu pretended not to see, and was about to put on his clothes, when Feng Qiu hurried over with small steps: "Don't go!"

Jiang Yu put on his costume jacket and looked at him indifferently: "What are you doing?"

"I……"

But I haven't seen him for a few days, and Feng Qiu's temperament has become much weaker. From top to bottom, there is a breath of decadence, like an eggplant beaten by frost: "I..."

His eyelids are swollen, and there are big dark circles under his eyes. It seems that the effect of sleeping for a while is not very good: "I sneaked into that room while Aunt Li was cleaning the room..."

"Oh." Jiang Yu responded perfunctorily: "Xin Shan, it's blocking me from taking things."

Feng Qiu looked at him with a sad face, and he was no longer as domineering as before. He bowed to the side to hide, and sat on the pony by the nanny's car by himself, resting his cheeks, his eyes wide open. In a daze, "Mr. Mo...does he like that person that much..."

Jiang Yu didn't have time to listen to his grievances. He was trying to tie the gorgeous belt in his hand, but the knot didn't seem to be right.

Feng Qiu's face was dull, and he babbled into the air like an idiot: "It turns out that Mr. Mo only likes my voice, no wonder, no wonder I am not the sharpest chin among those Internet celebrities, but he takes me seriously at a glance , Ha ha, ha ha ha... Mr. Mo always told me to speak more dignifiedly and boldly, I thought..."

Feng Qiu started to sob as he spoke: "I thought it was Mr. Mo who was upright and didn't understand the love between these couples. So, so he just wanted me to talk like that person, so he didn't have me in his heart at all— —”

Feng Qiu snotted and burst into tears, and the more he talked, the more he spoke: "Poor, I thought that Mr. Mo brought me back to calm down! I have devoted so much affection to him, and I don't even want to accompany my rich wife! All I got in exchange for my sincerity is to keep a vacant room in the villa!"

"You, calm down..."

"How can I be calm!" Feng Qiu cried like a chicken whose throat had been choked: "Why...why is my life so miserable—" He howled and patted his thigh sporadically for several noon The staff who didn't go back stretched their necks and looked this way.

Jiang Yu hurriedly stopped him: "Okay, what's the matter! Come and drink."

"How can you understand my mood!" Feng Qiu waved away his hand holding the mineral water, and the mineral water fell to the ground. Feng Qiu was stunned, then suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at Jiang Yu.

"you……"

"?"

Feng Qiu suddenly leaned over to pick up the mineral water, trembling as if he had done something wrong, he grabbed Jiang Yu's clothes, scared Jiang Yu kept pushing back: "Hey, hey, this is a costume, don't drag it for me. Dirty help!"

Feng Qiu didn't let go of him, and gasped with a bitter face while whispering: "You... When did you know that you are a stand-in?"

"Three or four years ago."

"Did Mr. Mo tell you?"

Jiang Yu smiled: "He doesn't dare to speak out about it." After all, in Mo Songlin's eyes, his looking for a substitute would really spoil his feelings for Bai Yueguang, but he still did it.

"Then you..." Feng Qiu stared at him blankly: "You just endured by his side for four years, you knew that you were a double, you knew that Mr. Mo would not love you, you..."

Feng Qiu took a breath: "Why are you still so calm, don't you love him?"

Jiang Yu pulled the hem of his clothes out of Feng Qiu's hands silently, and patted Feng Qiu's shoulder with an inscrutable expression on his face: "I love him precisely because I love him, and I love him so much that it hurts." Heart-to-heart! I am willing to tolerate everything about him!"

Feng Qiu opened his eyes wide in a daze.

"But...but... this kind of love is destined not to respond..."

"So what?" Jiang Yu said disdainfully: "It is enough for others to be by my side."

Before the words fell, Feng Qiu stood up suddenly, grabbed Jiang Yu's hand, his face was enlightened, and his voice was excited: "Sister, I, I seem to understand."

Jiang Yu: "?" Who is your sister?

Feng Qiu held his hand tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Once we enter Momen, it's as deep as the sea, sister, how can we survive in that vortex of constant disputes..."

Jiang Yu's almond eyes narrowed slightly, his whole body was dignified: "I'll just give you one word: play well what you should play."

"Sister——I understand!"

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