The Actor Wants to Divorce

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Jin Mocheng felt even more amusing when he wanted to hide. He got up and walked in front of Zheng Changjing, stroking his slender white neck with one hand.

Zheng Changjing was startled and looked up at Jinmocheng in a panic: "Mr. Jin, you, what are you going to do?"

Jin Mocheng lowered his voice and said ambiguously: "Have you ever done it with someone?"

Zheng Changjing: "Huh?"

He looked at Jinmocheng, the whole person was stupid.

Jin Mocheng "poofed" laughed out: "No, Little Mirror, you are not too young, right? There are so many beautiful men and women in the entertainment industry, you haven't done it?"

Zheng Changjing was almost crying in embarrassment.

Not long after he debuted, his agent was strict about him, thinking that Fu Ran was interesting to him, and he didn't even dare to introduce him to a gold master or godfather or something outside.

Jin Mocheng smiled: "I haven't done it?"

Zheng Changjing shook his head: "No no."

Jin Mocheng: "Then do you like to do with men or women?"

Zheng Changjing's eyes widened, and he squatted: "Mr. Jin, you should go to the company!"

"No hurry." Jin Mocheng's slender fingers lightly nodded his neck, where it was already dyed red: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Zheng Changjing hesitated: I don't know, I haven't tried it. "

Jin Mocheng "haha" laughed twice: "Little Mirror, you are really honest and lovely."

Zheng Changjing's head dropped lower.

"Okay, wait for me, I will change my clothes and go to the company."

Jin Mocheng went to the bedroom and quickly changed into a silver-gray suit.

With a haute couture tailored suit, meticulous shirt and tie, the whole person looks nothing like the stinky rascal who had **** with him before.

Zheng Changjing cursed a beast in his heart.

It is already eight o'clock in the company for both of them.

When Zheng Changjing and Xiaowen were preparing materials for the meeting, Jinmocheng came over and glanced at Zheng Changjing: "Tomorrow I am going to Dongcheng on a business trip. I will leave tonight. You will book two tickets for about two days."

Zheng Changjing: "Two?"

"Well, you go with it."

Zheng Changjing frowned: "I have an appointment with Mr. Sun tomorrow night."

"What?" Jin Mocheng frowned: "You don't want to go on a business trip with me. My boss can't call you anymore, right?"

"No, no" Zheng Changjing shook his head: "I'm going to book a plane ticket later."

"There are also hotels."

Zheng Changjing asked subconsciously: "Is the hotel also two rooms?"

Jin Mocheng curled his lips playfully: "You want to live with me, I have no objection."

Zheng Changjing's face flushed: "No, I didn't mean that."

After Jinmocheng left, Zheng Changjing's palms were full of sweat. He covered his face with a file and sighed deeply.

Xiaowen secretly smiled beside him.

When Zheng Changjing heard it, his face became even more red: "Sister Xiaowen, what are you laughing at."

Xiaowen: "It's nothing, I think you and Mr. Jin seem to have a good chat."

Zheng Changjing: "How is it possible"

Xiaowen laughed: "Really, you didn’t know when you first came here. Since Mr. Jin’s sweetheart got married, Mr. Jin’s temper is so hard to approach. If I hadn’t been working with him for five or six years, I I have to be scolded alive by him."

"But in the past two days, Mr. Jin's temper has improved a lot, and he has talked and laughed." Xiaowen snickered: "This is all your credit."

Zheng Changjing: "It has nothing to do with me."

Xiaowen: "Yes, I heard that you and Mr. Jin's sweetheart look alike."

Zheng Changjing is embarrassed: "I'm not as good-looking as Big Brother Lin Yang."

Xiaowen: "Don't, you look good, too. I think you are the best-looking in our company."

Zheng Changjing was embarrassed by the praise, so he organized all the information: "I, I'm going to the conference room first."

After the meeting, Zheng Changjing used his mobile phone to book two plane tickets and two more hotels.

After work in the evening, we rushed to the airport with Jinmocheng.

When he arrived at the airport, Jin Mocheng looked at Zheng Changjing, who was wrapped up tightly, and sneered: "What are you doing? Go on a business trip with me and be a thief?"

Zheng Changjing pulled on his mask and explained: "President Jin, there are a lot of people at that airport, what happened to me before, it was a big noise, and I was afraid of being recognized."

Jin Mocheng frowned involuntarily when he saw him cautiously.

"You have a good relationship with Lin Yang, why didn't you ask his crazy man to help you deal with it."

Zheng Changjing sighed: "I don't want to trouble Big Brother Lin Yang, he is not healthy."

Jin Mocheng: "Yes."

Half an hour before the plane took off, Jinmocheng asked Zheng Changjing to buy a magazine for himself.

As a result, we waited and waited, but never waited for people to come back.

"Twenty, where did you die.

Seeing that the boarding time was approaching, but still not seeing Zheng Changjing coming back, Jin Mocheng turned around impatiently to find someone. After walking for more than ten minutes, I saw a group of people gathered in front of me.

Twitter is very noisy.

Taking a closer look at Jinmocheng, isn't it Zheng Changjing who is surrounded by it?

He was holding the magazine in his hand, and the masks on his face were all pulled off, surrounded by men and women who were holding mobile phones facing him.

Zheng Changjing's eyes were red, panic and aggrieved, desperately trying to squeeze out of the crowd.

The group of people entangled Zheng Changjing like an octopus, and when Jin Mocheng saw him tripped by someone, he plunged directly on the ground.

Exclamation came from all around.

Jin Mocheng frowned, he walked quickly over, pushed away the person in front of him, and helped Zheng Changjing on the ground.

Zheng Changjing's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the long-distance magazine: "Magazine

Jin Mocheng gritted his teeth: "Go away.

The group of people had to catch up, and Jin Mocheng's cold eyes swept over.

No one dared to catch up again.

Zheng Changjing is petite, with a height of 1.84 meters, wide shoulders and long legs. Zheng Changjing is wrapped in his arms, thick shadows enveloping him.

Jin Mocheng took Zheng Changjing to the VIP lounge.

Zheng Changjing's hair is messy, his clothes are messy, his eyes are red, and his pants are wrinkled and embarrassed.

Jin Mocheng fluttered his hair, frowning: "Let you help me buy a magazine, you have made yourself like this, you are really capable.

Zheng Changjing wiped his tears: "I am recognized.

"Okay, I shouldn't take you out.

Zheng Changjing sobbed: "Sorry, Mr. Kim, your magazine"

"What are you crying?" Jin Mocheng's voice softened slightly: "It's just a magazine."

After getting on the plane, Zheng Changjing fell asleep quickly.

The corners of his eyes were red, and his long eyelashes trembled with his breath.

His fair skin was red and gorgeous, like a ripe, steaming apple.

Jin Mocheng stared at his face for a long time, and then asked the stewardess to take a blanket and cover Zheng Changjing.

Zheng Changjing woke up and the plane landed just in time.

Jin Mocheng: "Wiping my saliva."

Zheng Changjing blushed, and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, defending: "No saliva."

Jin Mocheng curled his lips: "Idiot."

The driver contacted by Zheng Changjing had already waited outside the airport. After receiving the person, he drove the two to the booked hotel. When checking in, the front desk obviously recognized Zheng Changjing, and kept looking up at Zheng Changjing.

Zheng Changjing showed him unnaturally, his head getting lower and lower.

"Boom──"

Something fell heavily on the counter.

The front desk was taken aback, and it turned out to be Jinmocheng’s ID card.

Jin Mocheng's face was gloomy: "Are you finished? Can you check in?"

The front desk was pale: "I'm sorry, sir."

Three minutes later, the two room cards were delivered to Jin Mocheng.

Jin Mocheng took it, dragged Zheng Changjing and left.

Zheng Changjing felt sour: "Thank you just now."

Jin Mocheng looked at him with a downcast look, and said lightly: "Take a rest early tonight, and bring me breakfast at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

"Oh."

Back in the room, Zheng Changjing buried himself in the quilt.

The phone kept beeping "di di di di".

Zheng Changjing took it out and took a look. It was Mr. Sun’s WeChat.

[I booked a suite, I will send someone to pick you up. 】

[You come to play, I will give you a suite, sea view room, several million. 】

Zheng Changjing sighed solemnly: "Several millions, money is really a good thing."

At 8 o'clock the next morning, Jin Mocheng had changed his clothes, but Zheng Changjing was still missing.

He made several calls to Zheng Changjing, but no one answered.

Jin Mocheng went downstairs to ask for a room card and opened Zheng Changjing's door.

Zheng Changjing had a fever, and he passed out on the bed.

Jin Mocheng touched his hot forehead and patted his face: "Hey, wake up, why did you do it? I got a fever when I came up?"

Zheng Changjing opened his eyes in a daze and muttered something.

Jin Mocheng called downstairs and asked them to send anti-fever medicine over and feed Zheng Changjing to eat.

Zheng Changjing whispered: "I feel uncomfortable"

Zheng Changjing was still wearing the thick suit from last night, and Jin Mocheng frowned when he looked at Jin Mocheng: "It's not uncomfortable to sleep if you wear it like this. He pulled Zheng Changjing clean and stuffed it into the quilt. Strictly wrap it up.

"I'm going to the meeting and will be back as soon as possible. You are here to stay, don't make trouble for me, do you hear? Call the front desk if you feel uncomfortable. Zheng Changjing: "I want to eat spicy crayfish. "

Jin Mocheng: "You have a fart. Lie down."

Zheng Changjing closed his eyes.

Jin Mocheng saw his phone dropped by his pillow, still on, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be a few WeChat messages.

Mr. Sun?

After reading one by one, his face was already pale.

Glancing at Zheng Changjing, Jin Mocheng sneered.

"I'm so stupid, no wonder I was fooled by Fu Ran, so stupid that others don't play with whom you play."

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Sun sent another text message.

[I'll pick you up tonight, dress better. 】

Jin Mocheng squeezed the phone and sent a WeChat message to Mr. Sun.

[A few millions want to support people? Where's the poor force. 】

After sending it, he didn't wait for Mr. Sun to reply, he directly deleted a dragon, and then threw the phone back to the bed.