A Guide To Fake Marriages

Before pushing the door of the meeting room, Lin Jingse really never thought that there would be a second person besides Fu Shengge in the meeting room.

And this person is Lu Yunjuan, the queen of the movie.

Lu Yunjuan, a myth in the film and television industry, won three consecutive Hundred Flowers Awards for Best Actress, and later became a lifetime judge of Hundred Flowers Awards.

"Contractual marriage?"

"Yeah," Lu Yunjuan, dressed in black sportswear, leaned back lazily at the conference table, playing with a lighter indifferently. With the crisp opening and closing sound of the lid, the light of fire suddenly jumped on her. Between his fingers, people looked casual and casual.

She looked at the crab sitting opposite to her half-sultingly, and for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised imperceptibly.

Sister Crab is not only tugged, but also very beautiful.

The meeting room was brightly lit, and the pale light poured down, and Lin Jingse's face was coated with a shallow layer of light, which was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes.

Her facial features are exquisite, there is no superfluous expression on her face, her eyelids droop in an indifferent arc, and her eyes are cold and indifferent, revealing a sense of alienation that is thousands of miles away.

"You're short of money, I'm short of people, we all get what we need," Lu Yuncun curled his legs, and lightly tapped the contract on the table with his fingertips.

Lin Jingse lowered his eyes and followed her slender white fingers to the contract with the "marriage agreement" written on it.

"This is the contract of the marriage agreement," Lu Yunjuan leaned slightly, pushing his fingertips against the contract in front of her.

Lin Jingse slowly raised his eyelids to look at her, and when he glanced at the collar of her coat, he paused for a moment.

The neckline of Lu Yunjuan's jacket was opened low, and in this slightly forward position, from her perspective, he could just see the looming career line of the other party.

No inner wear, she thought.

Lu Yunjuan straightened up, with a loose voice: "Personal property before marriage is not converted into joint property of husband and wife, and all income after marriage belongs to joint property of husband and wife."

The implication is that you will get half of what you get after marriage.

As soon as the voice fell, the air in the conference room became quiet.

Fu Shengge, who was sitting next to him drinking tea, had broken facial features and couldn't pick it up.

She looked at Lu Yunjuan with a kind of caring and responsible eyes for the brain-disabled, and it took a long time to find her mouth from the split facial features, poking her head and asking: "Sister, are you being urged by the old man to get married? ?"

Lu Yunjuan squinted halfway, and said impatiently, "Speaking of people."

Fu Shengge rolled his eyes and reminded: "How much is your annual income, have you calculated it yourself?"

Your **** year income is enough to buy half of Lin Jingse's company!

Is this a contract marriage? You are really getting married in time for this battle!

Lu Yunjuan: "Did you spend your money?"

Fu Shengge:? ? ?

Lu Yunjuan glanced at her lightly: "There's a **** about you."

Fu Shengge:! ?

Lin Jingse opened the contract and scanned the content of the agreement with ten lines. There was no ups and downs in his voice: "Idol will die if you fall in love, and you may die if you get married."

Lu Yunjuan: "Don't make it public, only get the certificate."

Lin Jingse turned the contract to the last page: "Contractual marriage does not talk about feelings, and it has nothing to do with the body?"

Lu Yunjuan nodded: "Yeah."

Lin Jingse found a pen from the table and opened the cap: "After marriage, you will never step into my room. Only your money will accompany the lonely me?"

Lu Yunjuan wanted to laugh a little: "Yeah."

Lin Jingse furiously signed his name on the end of the contract: "Deal."

After speaking, he pushed the contract and pen to Lu Yunjuan together, waiting for her to sign.

"This contract has no time limit," Lu Yunjuan picked up the pen and signed it in no hurry. "If you don't worry about it, you can add a time limit."

"That's a lot of trouble," Lin Jingse met her gaze, "In case I want to renew the contract, I have to re-sign the contract."

"Renewal?" Lu Yun curled his eyebrows lightly.

Lin Jingse nodded: "In case something happens to my house..."

"Hey," Fu Sheng was melodious, and interrupted her quickly, "Ancestor, do you treat her as a cash machine?"

Lin Jingse ignored her, watching Lu Yunjuan quietly, and said harmlessly, "Isn't it?"

Lu Yunjuan smiled casually: "Yes."

Fu Shengge:! ?

Fu Shengge took the phone and sent a WeChat message to Lu Yunjuan: Sister, something is wrong with you.

The message prompt sounded, and Lu Yunjuan found the phone from his pocket, scanned the content sent by Fu Shengge, and casually returned a word: Go away.

Fu Shengge: "..."

Lu Yunjuan signed his name on the end of the contract and closed his cap: "See you in the cafe next to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning. Don't worry about being photographed. I will arrange it in advance. Go back to training and listen to Fu Shengge saying that you still have classes. "

Lin Jingse nodded, got up and walked out.

When I came to the door, my steps were stagnant, and suddenly I remembered something.

She turned her head and looked at Fu Shengge meaningfully.

Fu Shengge was puzzled and pointed to Lu Yunjuan and said, "Look at what I am doing, this is your fiancee."

Lin Jingse calmly accepted the title of fiancee, and said concisely: "My fiancee does not owe the meal."

Lu Yunjuan tilted his head and glanced at Fu Shengge: "What kind of food?"

Fu Shengge suddenly realized: "Oh, just now I said I would invite her to dinner, I almost forgot."

Lin Jingse said coldly: "You better don't forget, I'm still hungry."

Fu Shengge: "..."

Fu Shengge looked at her in disbelief: "When have you been so stingy?"

Lin Jingse: "I, Lin Jingse, a woman who has only ninety-four dollars left on her body...the ninety-four dollars was taken away by my brother, who should I pick?"

Fu Shengge was dumbfounded: "Where's your money?"

Lin Jingse: "You control it."

Lu Yunjuan burst into laughter, took a card out of his wallet, paced in front of Lin Jingse, and lazily raised his hand: "The password is six and one."

The cold female fragrance lingered in her nose, Lin Jingse paused with her fingertips, and took the card from her hand.

With the short hand, the voice suddenly softened by two degrees: "Thank you fiancee."

Fu Shengge helped his chin, which was about to fall to the ground, looked at the card in Lin Jingse's hand, and at Lu Yunjuan who gave it to the card, and asked his soul: "I don't receive the card yet, so will the card be loaded first?"

When the voice fell, Lin Jingse and Lu Yunjuan turned their heads together and looked at her as if they were saying-are you doing anything?

Fu Shengge: "..."

Fu Shengge helped the amount: "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."

Lin Jingse was ruthless: "The card was given by his fiancée, you owe the rice, and you have to ask for it."

Fu Shengge: "I rely on?"

Finally, Fu Shengge invited this meal.

There are no people in the rice noodle shop at this time, and occasionally one or two trainees from Xiangyun Entertainment come in.

Lu Yunjuan took off his sunglasses and leaned back in his chair, looking loosely at Lin Jingse who was fighting with coriander at the moment.

Lin Jingse didn't notice her gaze and concentrated on picking coriander.

Lu Yunjuan smiled on her lips, watching her pick the coriander out of the bowl piece by piece, and then put it on the paper towel that was flat beside the bowl.

The picky crabs are not annoying, even a little cute. They don't want to eat coriander and don't want to stain the tabletop, so they put a paper towel on them.

"Wake up," Fu Shengge snapped his fingers in front of Lu Yunjuan, "Don't look."

Lu Yunjuan squinted at her.

"Drinking?" Fu Shengge opened a bottle of beer and poured himself a glass.

Lu Yunjuan tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, and when Lin Jingse looked over, he said, "Can you drive?"

Lin Jingse nodded slowly: "I just took the driver's license test, and I'm not very skilled in business."

"As long as the meeting is held," Lu Yunjuan pushed the cup in front of Fu Shengge.

Fu Shengge poured her a glass of wine and looked up at Lin Jingse: "The audition for Chunchun trainees will start next week. How are you doing?"

Lin Jingse said indifferently: "It's okay."

The four-member group she is currently in was formed temporarily in order to participate in the variety show "Youth Trainee".

"Youth Trainee" is the first female group talent show in China, co-founded by two online video media platforms. The program team will select 100 trainees from 92 domestic brokerage companies for a three-month competition and recording. In the end, netizens will vote for the five best trainees to form a girl group debut.

"The audition is okay," Fu Shengge took a sip.

Lin Jingse didn't bother to raise his eyelids: "Are you an interrogative sentence?"

"No, it's an affirmative sentence," Fu Shengge laughed, and of course she had full confidence in the artist in her hands.

Even if the four-member group Lin Jingse was in was formed temporarily, they were all cubs who had been systematically trained in their company and entered the debut class with their strength.

After eating half a bowl of rice noodles, Lin Jingse put down his chopsticks.

"Satisfied?" Lu Yunjuan asked.

"Not full," Lin Jingse said honestly.

Lu Yunjuan glanced at the half-bowl of rice noodles she had eaten, and tilted her head in confusion.

"You will be fined if you are fat," Lin Jingse explained, pushing aside the bowl without seeing it, "a pound of fat is fined 10,000 yuan."

"How tall are you?" Lu Yunjuan raised his eyebrows.

"One meter six," Lin Jingse licked her lower lip.

"Weight?" Lu Yunjuan asked.

"Eighty," Lin Jingse said.

Lu Yunjuan lowered his eyes, his gaze slowly descended along her delicate collarbone line, and after a short stay somewhere, he raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze was meaningful: "You're all lost."

As for where the weight is gone...

Lu Yunjuan's eyes were too straightforward, Lin Jingse didn't even know it.

She glanced at her little breast thoughtfully, with no confidence: "Sports underwear."

The subtext, it's not that I don't have it, it's that the sports underwear has strangled me.

Lu Yunjuan understood, and his fingertips tucked his neckline and gently dragged it down, faintly smiling, "Sports underwear."

Me, day.

Lin Jingse closed her eyes and stopped struggling.

"What is your company's breaking regulations?" Lu Yunjuan glanced at the innocent Fu Shengge, and pushed half a bowl of rice noodles back in front of Lin Jingse, "Eat, I will pay the fine."

Lin Jingse stretched out his hand and pulled the bowl back.

"I will enter the group after the audition," Fu Shengge calmly stopped.

Lin Jingse's hand holding the chopsticks froze in midair.

Lu Yunjuan unlocked the screen of his mobile phone and swiftly passed 100,000 to Fu Shengge.

There was a humming sound, and the mechanical female voice broke the silence: "Alipay has arrived, one hundred thousand yuan."

Fu Shengge: "..."

Fu Shengge could think of who transferred the money with his feet.

She sighed from the bottom of her heart: "You're a **** qualified cash machine."

Lu Yunjuan was noncommittal.

Fu Shengge's breathing was stagnant, and he felt his manager's face shaky: "Lu Yunjuan, they measure their weight once a week..."

The words were not finished, but were interrupted by the mechanical female voice that sounded again.

"Alipay has arrived, one hundred thousand yuan."

"Alipay has arrived, one hundred thousand yuan."

"Alipay has arrived, one hundred thousand yuan."

"..."

Lin Jingse happily picked up the chopsticks in the mechanical female voice.