The Actor Wants to Divorce

It's almost 12 o'clock after Jinmocheng's business talks.

Several bosses invited him to the restaurant for lunch together.

Jin Mocheng smiled and stood up: "Unfortunately, I have something to do at noon today. Go to my place the other day, and I will invite you to dinner again."

After leaving, Jin Mocheng drove back to the hotel in a hurry. On the way, he called Zheng Changjing, but the other party did not answer. Jin Mocheng was a little anxious and kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

Passing by a lobster shop, he stopped the car and packed a spicy crayfish.

Back to the hotel, Zheng Changjing was still asleep in bed.

A blushing face.

Jin Mocheng reached out and touched his forehead. The fever was gone. Jin Mocheng called the front desk and asked them to deliver a hot porridge later.

Jin Mocheng went back to his room and took a shower. When he came back, Zheng Changjing was already awake.

Jin Mocheng watched him sitting in the quilt with a blank expression, and sneered: "I asked you to accompany me on a business trip. You will be lazy, right?"

Zheng Changjing didn't have any strength at all. He shook his head after hearing this: "Excuse me, Mr. Jin, I am a bit uncomfortable."

"Is it unacceptable?"

Zheng Chang’s head: “I’ve been doing filming like this since I was a child, and I always felt uncomfortable the first day. Fever is also a common occurrence. I’ve been to the doctor, and the doctor said it’s because of my personal physique.”

Jin Mocheng stunned, "Then why don't you tell me? If I know, I won't"

He stopped suddenly.

After a while, Jin Mocheng lowered his head and coughed unnaturally, "Next time you have this situation, remember to tell me in advance."

Zheng Changjing is a little embarrassed: "I am an assistant"

Jin Mocheng sneered: "Am I still missing an assistant? I don't have to be you, don't take yourself too seriously."

Zheng Changjing's face turned pale involuntarily.

Jin Mocheng: "Okay, get up quickly, how long do you have to sleep."

Zheng Changjing nodded and lifted the quilt before he stood up. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his body was limp. As soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy, his legs became soft and he almost fell.

Jin Mocheng quickly hooked his waist with his eyes and hands, and helped him up.

"What's the matter with you, want me to take you to the bath?"

Zheng Changjing's face flushed, "No need, no need"

Jin Mocheng licked his lips: "What are you shy? I am your boss. It's not impossible to help me."

Jin Mocheng's body has a faint fragrance of men's perfume, and all of it is drilling into Zheng Changjing's nose at this moment.

Zheng Changjing's heart throbbed, and both hands pushed away Jinmocheng desperately: "No, no, no, I can go by myself."

He pushed Jinmocheng away, then went into the bathroom to take a bath with red face.

He stood under the shower, and it took him a while to realize that he was using cold water, but he didn't feel cold at all, his whole body was very hot.

Although his mind is not very good, he also feels that Jin Mocheng is a little different to himself.

Is he and Jin Mocheng a bit too ambiguous?

Zheng Changjing couldn't understand, he put his head on the bathroom glass, full of irritability.

Jin Mocheng was right. His stupid head was molested by Fu Ranju and Mr. Sun.

─Life is to kill people.

"Boom boom boom──"

The bathroom was knocked suddenly.

Jin Mocheng's impatient voice came in: "Have you finished washing? It's been a long time. If I don't come out again, I will go in."

Zheng Changjing panicked, "Don't, I'm all right."

He quickly got dressed and went out.

Jin Mocheng pointed to the porridge on the table: "I ordered the porridge and spicy crayfish."

Zheng Changjing was stunned: "Crayfish?"

Jin Mocheng: "Didn't you want to eat it yourself? I bought it specially."

Zheng Changjing smiled embarrassedly: Thank you Mr. Jin. "

The two sat down and started eating.

Zheng Changjing sat on the opposite side of Jinmo City, put on his gloves and began to peel the lobster shells.

Jin Mocheng doesn't like seafood. He ordered a steak. He watched Zheng Changjing peel the lobster shells while eating, "Is this stuff really so delicious?"

Zheng Changjing stuffed a bite of prawn meat in it, and ordered a bit desperately, "It's delicious, my mom made this delicious. When I get the chance, I'll bring it over for you to taste..."

Jin Mocheng snorted coldly: "Forget it, I never eat this."

Zheng Changjing skilfully peeled another one, and handed it directly to Jin Mocheng's mouth, with bright eyes: "Really delicious!"

Jin Mocheng looked at the shrimp delivered to his mouth with disgust, but still opened his mouth and gently bit into his mouth.

Zheng Changjing triumphantly: "How about it, yummy?"

Jin Mocheng sneered: "You didn't do it, so proud, vanity."

Zheng Changjing shook his head and smiled "hehe": "I'm just vain. If I wasn't vain, I wouldn't have wished to hook up with President Fu.

Suddenly he couldn't laugh: "Zong Fu only has Brother Lin in his heart. I thought people were interesting to me. They were rich, powerful, and beautiful.

Man, how can you like a superficial star like me"

The more he spoke, the more he lost his tone. The strength of his hands was uncontrollable, and the shells of shrimps were cracked open. The spicy marinade splashed in Zheng Changjing's eyes. He said "Ah", and stretched out his hand to rub it.

"What's wrong? You got your eyes?"

Jin Mocheng grabbed Zheng Changjing's wrist.

Zheng Changjing’s eyes are hot and sore, "uncomfortable"

Jin Mocheng frowned: "Don't rub your hands, don't move around."

Jin Mocheng drew a paper towel, moistened it with water, and wiped Zheng Changjing's eyes little by little.

Zheng Changjing's ears were red.

Jin Mocheng stared at Zheng Changjing for a while, then coughed softly: "You drink the porridge first, or it will be cold. I'll peel this for you."

He pushed the hot porridge to Zheng Changjing, then brought the crayfish in front of him and put on disposable gloves.

Seeing Jinmocheng's suit and leather shoes, his face solemnly peeling the lobster shell, his serious expression seemed to be dealing with some important work.

Zheng Changjing couldn't help but laughed "haha".

"You laughed a shit."

Zheng Changjing: "I didn't expect Mr. Kim to be you"

Jin Mocheng threw the peeled shrimp into Zheng Changjing's bowl: "What am I?"

Zheng Changjing smiled embarrassedly: "You are pretty easy to get along with, not as scary as they said."

Jin Mocheng took off his gloves, threw them into the trash can, and got up to wash his hands: "Just listen to what the outsiders say. It's not a good idea for you to be in the entertainment industry.

Understand? "

Zheng Changjing was speechless.

He now has a headache when he hears these words in the entertainment industry.

After eating half a bowl of shrimp meat, he stretched out his hand to get it again, and was glared at by Jin Mocheng: "If your body happens to be that thing, I will eat less. If I get sick again, should I take care of you again?"

Zheng Changjing withdrew his hands back in a jealous manner.

"President Kim, shall we go back this afternoon?"

Jin Mocheng: "Yeah."

Zheng Changjing: "Then I will book a ticket later."

After eating, Zheng Changjing tidied the table a bit, and Jinmocheng received a call from the company and went to the balcony.

Holding his mobile phone, Zheng Changjing flipped WeChat back and forth several times, and found that Mr. Sun’s number was no longer found.

He remembers that before he fell asleep last night, Mr. Sun also said that he would be invited to come at night.

Why can't I find it all of a sudden.

Is it my own dream

No, even if it is a dream, how can the WeChat ID disappear?

As soon as Jin Mocheng turned around, he saw Zheng Changjing sitting in a chair, holding the phone in both hands, frowning tightly, and the phone page was still on WeChat.

Jin Mocheng understood it all at once.

This kid is looking for Mr. Sun's WeChat.

Thinking of those disgusting Bara's WeChat messages last night, Jin Mocheng's heart burst into flames for no reason.

Just so reluctant to have that sea-view room?

Want to see Mr. Sun tonight?

There are no doors.

Jin Mocheng knocked on Zheng Changjing's head: "Have you booked a ticket?"

Zheng Changjing returned to his senses: "I will order it now before I have it yet."

"Don't worry, order tomorrow."

Zheng Changjing twisted his eyebrows: "Tomorrow? Why did you suddenly change tomorrow?"

"I think of a friend, go and have a look, no, little mirror, you can just do what the boss says, don't ask if you shouldn't."

Zheng Changjing quickly lowered his head: "Then President Jin, I have booked tomorrow's tickets."

Although it was to see friends, Jinmocheng spent the afternoon in the hotel room. In the evening, he took Zheng Changjing to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

"Go to bed early tonight."

Zheng Changjing looked at the back of Jinmocheng's back to the room, puzzled.

Isn't it a friend?

What about friends?

Forget it, the boss said, don't ask if you shouldn't ask.

The two went back by plane the next day.

Jinmocheng gave Zheng Changjing a day off.

Zheng Changjing went home and slept till night with his head covered, got up to eat something, played mobile games for a while, and opened WeChat and saw an additional friend request notification.

The avatar is quite familiar, isn't it the disappeared President Sun?

As soon as he clicked to agree, Mr. Sun's messages were sent one by one.

[Why did you delete me? 】

[You are so courageous, you still scold me? 】

Zheng Changjing wondered, he didn't delete it

Mr. Sun called.

Zheng Changjing stumbled and explained that Mr. Sun was also impatient and said directly: "Are you all right now? I'm in the bar on Southeast Street, you

Come and play. "

Zheng Changjing knows exactly what it means to play, and just wants to refuse.

Mr. Sun said: "As long as you come, I will give you five million, how about it."

Zheng Changjing was moved.

He is very superficial, he likes money, he admires vanity, and works under the hands of Jinmo City. He may not make five million in his entire life.

Mr. Sun laughed: "How about it, come on, baby."

Zheng Changjing took a breath: "I'm not going to sleep with you."

"It's okay, I won't force you, just a group of friends to drink, not you alone, what are you afraid of."

Zheng Changjing was silent for a while, "Okay, I'll pass right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Changjing changed his clothes, packed himself up, went downstairs to take a taxi, and went to Mr. Sun.