After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 607 Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills
"When you come, be sure to burst in suddenly, and I'll quietly leave the door open for you."

"It would be best to be a little more proactive and a little bolder. After all, Sister Honey is a woman; we can't expect her to take the initiative."

Director Fatty Di officially went online, and just like rehearsing a play, she quickly typed and explained the details to Lu Liang.

But as they were chatting, she suddenly felt like she was getting ripped off.

Why should Lu Liang, who is clearly her lover, be shared with others? The worst part is that she is even aiding and abetting him. Thinking about this, she almost burst into tears.

"I feel like I'm at a loss. After all, I don't have much experience with this kind of thing. If I don't handle it properly, it might damage my reputation if word gets out."

"Come on, don't try to act innocent after getting a good deal, or I'll get angry. Are we there yet? Sister Honey just went to take a shower, this is the perfect opportunity."

"We're downstairs."

"Be careful~ I heard there are a lot of paparazzi downstairs."

Lu Liang read the message but didn't reply. He got out of the car and went into the hotel, telling his wife to come pick him up tomorrow. He played on his phone as he walked.

As I passed by the two men, I overheard them saying, "I heard that Fatty Di stays at this hotel all the time."

"What's so secret about that? I even saw Yang Mi come over around dusk."

"These two really have a deep sisterly bond."

Lu Liang walked past them alone, then turned a corner and entered the hotel elevator.

Although only half of his face was visible, and it was just a fleeting glimpse, the person suddenly froze.

He quickly asked his companion, "Xunfeng, did you get a good look at the man's face just now?"

My companion shook his head: "I just ordered takeout from Meituan, I didn't pay much attention. What's wrong? Who was that guy?"

"I feel like he... looks like Lu Liang, his profile is very similar." The man frowned, but he wasn't quite sure.

His companion was speechless: "You mean at exactly 10 p.m., Lu Liang arrived at the hotel alone, without a single person by his side?"

The man suddenly laughed: "Looks like you've been staring for too long and ruined your eyes."

Although the capital city is safe and secure, Lu Liang is always accompanied by bodyguards, assistants, and secretaries when he travels. How could he possibly come to the hotel alone late at night?

The elevator doors opened quickly, and Lu Liang arrived at the 19th floor of the hotel, searching for room 1908 from left to right.

He saw a door with a crack in it, so he sent a message to his girlfriend and then pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon seeing Lu Liang's attire, Fatty Di was stunned, her big, round eyes widening: "You just came in like that, without even trying to hide yourself?"

"I have acted uprightly and honestly, and I am a person of integrity and a person of clear conscience. Why should I hide myself?" Lu Liang said with righteous indignation.

Fatty Di quickly pulled Lu Liang inside, and after secretly glancing down the corridor to make sure no one was following them, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She glared at Lu Liang, then suddenly smiled brightly: "Since you claim to have done nothing wrong, then let's make our relationship public."

Fat Di stared intently at Lu Liang, anticipating his response. Sometimes, the truth is spoken in a joking tone.

"I'd like to, but the time isn't right yet."

Lu Liang's smile remained unchanged as he held Fatty Di's waist, noticing a faint scent of perfume and alcohol on her: "You're currently at the peak of your career, are you really willing to give it all up and become a housewife?"

Fat Di's eyes dimmed slightly. She turned her head to the side and snorted coldly, "Hmph, I'm not willing to."

What she really wanted to say was that she would be a hundred or a thousand times willing to be Lu Liang's housewife, but she knew it was impossible.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, if he answered like that, Lu Liang wouldn't be able to respond, and the situation would become awkward.

"Fatty Di, who are you video chatting with? I didn't bring any pajamas, so I'm wearing yours..."

Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and Da Mimi, drying her hair, gracefully approached with delicate steps.

The moment she saw Lu Liang, she suddenly froze, a perfectly measured look of astonishment on her face.

"Mr. Lu, what brings you here?" The next second, Da Mimi hurriedly covered her chest with the towel she was using to dry her hair.

Although the pajamas were loose, Dilraba only has a B+ cup size, whereas she had a D cup size when she was younger, and now it's immeasurable.

"I thought I hadn't seen Fatty Di in a long time, so I came to see her. I didn't expect Miss Yang to be here too."

Lu Liang smiled, his eyes full of admiration.

The black gauze nightgown looks like an ordinary pretty girl's nightgown on Dilraba, but on Yang Mi, it exudes all sorts of alluring, almost daring, sex appeal.

He measured it himself; the ball was so big that it couldn't be held in one hand.

"Sister Honey, I didn't know Brother Liang would be coming tonight." Fat Di looked flustered and embarrassed.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry to bother you. Didi, the clothes I brought are wet. Do you have a set I can wear? I'll leave now." Yang Mi took a breath, but her expression was very restrained, like a third party who had accidentally stumbled upon her friend's relationship. While Didi wasn't paying attention, she even glared at Lu Liang.

Lu Liang's face was tense, and he almost laughed out loud several times.

Who says they have no acting skills? Their acting skills are simply amazing, comparable to Oscar-winning actresses. Anyway, he can never hold back.

"Then I'll go look for it." Fatty Di said, but swallowed the words back and secretly gave Lu Liang a look.

Then I went into the master bedroom and closed the door behind me, creating a private space for them.

"Miss Yang, since you're bored anyway, why don't you sit down, have a drink, and chat for a while?"

With a smile on his lips, Lu Liang approached Da Mimi, extended his index and middle fingers, and gently lifted the neckline of her pajamas. The backs of his fingers brushed against her chest, the touch still so soft.

Some people need to lie down to place items on their chest, while others can simply stand.

Yang Mi slapped Lu Liang's hand away, glared at him fiercely, and said loudly, "President Lu, what would you like to talk about?"

She whispered again, "You jerk, can you stop being so unreasonable? Isn't it enough that we're with you all by ourselves?"

When we were drinking, Fatty Di laid so much groundwork, such as telling her that she should find a powerful backer in the future, which would definitely reduce 98% of her troubles, and that Lu Liang had said he admired her.

It's practically a blatant statement that Lu Liang is the best choice, and the price they have to pay is very low; perhaps all they need to do is take their sisterly relationship a step further.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, she's heard these kinds of subtexts and rhetoric at least eighty or a hundred times. If she couldn't understand them, then all these years would have been a waste.

In her view, it was definitely the result of Lu Liang instigating and brainwashing Fat Di.

"I'm innocent, this really wasn't my idea."

Lu Liang came up behind Yang Mi, embraced her even more voluptuous waist, and held her breasts tightly: "You underestimate Fatty Di's feelings for you. She doesn't want some things to happen again."

Yang Mi frowned, recalling Fatty Di's behavior, and suddenly fell silent, then couldn't help but hum softly: "So you agreed?"

"I just want to protect you all."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling: "You're still so sensitive."

A young woman is like a bowl of glutinous pork trotter rice; sometimes it feels greasy, but other times you just crave that greasy taste.

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Mi's face grew increasingly red, and she subconsciously looked towards the bedroom, afraid that Fatty Di would suddenly burst out. Although she was still conscious, she couldn't avoid the physiological reaction.

"How to do?"

Lu Liang's lips curled up, gradually revealing a mischievous smile, as if he were asking a question, but he answered himself: "Let's do it together."

He suddenly picked Yang Mi up from around the waist, carried her to the dining room next to the living room, ripped off her pajamas, and pressed her down on the table.

"No!" Yang Mi hurriedly tried to stop him, but Lu Liang wouldn't listen. He moved very quickly and they were joined together in the blink of an eye.

The clinking of cutlery, the dull thud of it falling onto the carpet.

Just then, the bedroom sliding door, which resembled a drawer, quietly opened a crack.

A pair of bright, piercing eyes with long, curled eyelashes were secretly observing the situation outside.

Fat Di looked around the living room and didn't see anyone, so she realized that the noise was coming from the dining room.

However, the hotel suites are very well-designed to prevent the smell of food from entering the bedroom.

The bedroom and dining room are located at opposite ends of the room, and can only be seen through a crack in the door.

"Brother Liang, Sister Mi~" Fatty Di asked tentatively, but no one responded, and the crack in the door grew wider and wider.

She could only stick her head out when she saw a corner of the restaurant.

The towel I had just used to dry my hair was on the floor, along with a few beer bottles, which had somehow rolled to the side.

"Strange," Fatty Di said, puzzled. But the next second her cheeks turned red and her ears burned. Although she tried to control herself, she could still hear sounds of pleasure.

Lu Liang was busy when he suddenly turned his head to look at the bedroom. Although the dining room and bedroom were separated by the living room and a wine cabinet wall.

However, the wall above the wine cabinet features openwork wood carvings, clearly showing that the previously tightly closed door now has a gap about the width of an arm.

Lu Liang's lips curled up as a plan suddenly came to mind.

A few seconds later, the three of them looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)