The Actor Wants to Divorce

He explained the matter carefully to Xia Feng, then went to clean up the kitchen and dining room, and finally returned to the bedroom, took off his clothes, and went into Gu Qingrang's bed.

Gu Qing moved his body with his back facing him, turned his head, and moved his lips, as if to say something.

Jiang Yichen couldn't distinguish such lip language. Seeing Gu Qing slightly opened his eyes, the warm palm directly covered his eyes.

"Go to sleep, don't make trouble tonight, or I'm afraid I can't help it."

Gu Qingrang found out that he might have been scammed recently, because he always spent the night in the same bed with Jiang Yichen somehow.

It was in Jiang Yichen's house last time, and it was in his own home this time.

When he woke up, the seat next to him was empty, but there were obvious traces of someone having slept. It was still warm when he reached out and touched it.

Jiang Yichen must have not been away for long.

He could hear the sound of "eyes dangling" in the living room. It used to be Jiang Yichen. He put on his slippers and ran around to take a look.

Four or five movers were carrying desks, sofas, and refrigerators in line to deliver them to his house.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Gu Qingrang stopped these people. These workers took money to do errands and didn’t talk nonsense with Gu Qingrang. It didn’t take long for Gu Qingrang’s home to be filled up, and even the dehumidifier and heater were installed. That is called a speed.

Someone was talking outside the door, and Gu Qingrang walked over and saw that Xia Feng was signing with the person who gave the furniture.

"Bookcases, bookshelves, desks... well, they are all there."

After signing the sign, the person who gave the furniture left, Xia Feng turned around to look at Gu Qingrang, and laughed ironically: "You still need to be shameless if you are divorced and still cost our President Jiang's money?"

Gu Qingrang: "?"

Ha ha ha, it’s obviously your CEO Jiang who rushed to spend money on your brother Gu, okay?

"These pieces of furniture total 170,000. Gu Qingrang, you are really a blessed person. If you divide your two legs into one point, the white money will fly into your pocket. In the entertainment industry, you often play this Recruit?"

"Fuck you." Gu Qing let his chin held high and went back angrily, and pointed at Xia Feng with his nostrils. "What I said is Jiang Yichen's ex-wife. I saw it on the road. Your family Jiang always had to be polite. Smile at me, you are just a part-timer in Jiangjiang, who has a face as big as you put on airs in front of me!"

Xia Feng's face turned pale, and he bit his teeth fiercely, "I don't know how to shame."

Gu Qing was too lazy to argue with him. He looked at the furniture in the room and had a headache, "Hurry up and ask someone to move all these things to me, which is blocking your grandfather Gu's eyes."

"This is President Jiang's order."

"Is he sick?" Gu Qing became angry: "I rented this house for three months for a short-term lease, and it will expire next month. The rent will not be renewed at that time. What should I do with these things? Dispose of it?"

"It won't expire."

Xia Feng frowned and reluctantly took out a contract from his briefcase, "Mr. Jiang has already bought the house for you."

Gu Qing's eyes lit up with a "swipe" moment.

mom!

He woke up one more suite! Also give away furniture!

Seeing Gu Qing's expression, Xia Feng couldn't help but flashed a touch of irony and disdain on her face. His eyes were disgusting and said: "However, President Jiang said that in order to prevent the house from being sold again, the house is based on you and President Jiang. Under the name of ."

Gu Qingrang's face turned black in an instant.

Oh, it's not his.

It was him and Jiang Yichen, and he could only split half of them in the future.

"President Jiang said, as long as you are well, this house is yours, and his name can be ignored."

Gu Qing rubbed his hands, and had a milder attitude towards Xia Feng. He crazily hinted: "In fact, what, the car can also write the names of two people, right?"

Xia Fengbai glanced at Gu Qingrang and put down the contract, "This is the new key to the house, Mr. Gu keeps it."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

"Hey, Xiao Fengfeng, don't go!"

"That old car, I don't dislike the old car!" Jiang Yichen's old car is also several million.

Xia Feng: "..."

Money can make ghosts grind, he sees rich Gu Qingrang can not only grind, he can also kneel and sing to conquer.

No more Bilian.

As soon as Xia Feng left, Gu Qingrang strolled around his new home.

To be honest, he was not as happy as he said to Xia Feng.

He didn't understand what Jiang Yichen was going to do.

Cook for him, buy a house for him...

Those who didn't know thought that Jiang Yichen was going to chase him again, but it was a pity that if the ashes were burned, they would be dead ashes. Jiang Yichen once poured a basin of water on it, and there was no chance for it to reignite.

Gu Qingrang rested at home for two or three days, and then went to an audition for a movie he had already watched.

The movie is a famous foreign science fiction blockbuster movie. Because it needs a Chinese character, it deliberately selects actors in China.

The audition went very smoothly. Gu Qingrang’s image was changeable. He could act as a clank and iron man. He could also act as a frail and weak sick man. He could also act with the same vividness. In addition, he had a good appearance and superb acting skills. Gu Qingrang was photographed on the spot.

Another reason for the smooth audition is that there were not many domestic actors who came to the scene today.

For example, Gu Qing let such a actor on the front line with the actor and the emperor add himself to him, people simply can't look down on playing a supporting role in a foreign movie.

Not to mention the hardships, it is very unpleasant. It is possible to spend half a year in a foreign crew. In the end, there will be five or six minutes of footage. The audience can't remember your soy sauce face at all.

Xiaomi also didn't understand Gu Qingrang's participation in this audition.

"Brother Gu, foreign films don't pay much attention to our Asian actors. You really can only play a small supporting role from the protagonist."

Gu Qing let his smile be silent.

He naturally knows what Xiaomi said, but this opportunity is rare and he always has to try it.

The movie was scheduled to start in January of this year. Gu Qing let him fly abroad without stopping for years to film. Before he left, he called Feng Jin and asked him where he is now, if he has been from Lin. Yan pulled away and went abroad to play with him.

Feng Jin only gave him a few words back, "I'm leaving him."

Feng Jin was awakened by the sound of moving things.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

Is Lin Yan back?

He put on a coat, went downstairs, and saw that the butler was talking to a few servants. There were four or five big boxes at his feet, and he didn't know what was inside.

"What happened?"

Feng Jin walked over and asked in a low voice.

The butler smiled and said from ear to ear, "Mr. Feng, our Young Master Lin Yan is getting married!"

Feng Jin's mind was dumbfounded, as if he had been punched, but he still didn't heal from the pain, looking at the housekeeper in a daze.

The butler was immersed in joy, and did not notice Feng Jin’s stunned look at the moment. He was gleeful: "The wedding date has been set, and it is the second day of the new year. Master Lin Yan said that he wants to win a new year. He and Young Master Xiao Hang can live a lifetime of harmony and beauty..."

He finally noticed Feng Jin's strange look, "Master Feng? Are you okay?"

"Are you OK?"

Feng Jin returned to his mind, smiled lightly, and shook his head: "It's okay."

Is it the second day of the new year?

That is ten days later.

so fast.

"Oh yes, Master Feng, our young master said, because you are his most important friend, you will arrange all the matters of his wedding this time, and the best man, you will also be in charge of you at that time. ."

Feng Jin's eyes dimmed slightly, his palm hurting fiercely as he pinched him.

After a long time, he heard his own trembling voice, his voice was a little hoarse, unlike his own voice: "Okay, I will try my best."

Feng Jin opened the box, and inside it were some scarlet happy characters pasted on the window when they got married, and some red flowers, which was extremely festive.

He closed the box calmly, turned to the study, took a pen and paper, sat on the cold chair in the living room, and began to write one by one.

[Lin Yan wedding arrangements, 1, book a hotel, five-star 2. Remind Lin Yan and Xiao Hang to take wedding photos...]

When writing the three words for the wedding photo, Feng Jin's pen paused, and couldn't let it go anymore.

He lowered his head and looked at the clear handwriting on the paper. The characters seemed to stretch out black claws, scratching frantically in his brain.

He vaguely saw a lot of things that shouldn't be seen. His mother was sitting not far away talking, the old man smiled at him... He felt that he could not breathe, holding his head, and muttering softly, "Don’t you guys." Speaking, I want to help Lin Yan arrange the wedding, stop arguing, stop arguing..."

Lin Yan drank a lot of wine with Hupengou friends today, and it was late at night when he returned home.

"Master, there is sober soup, you can drink some."

Lin Yan took the cup, glanced at the paper placed on the dining table, picked it up and looked at it. It was impressively written "Wedding Arrangement" in large characters.

From the wedding hotel address to the pick-up and drop-off of each guest, they were written in extremely detailed, without any omissions. Even behind, several shops where wedding photos were taken were listed.

Lin Yan's eyes became cold, "Feng Jin wrote it?"

"Yes, Master Feng really cares about you, Master. Knowing that you are married, he gave him the arrangement of the wedding. He sat and wrote all night, and he raised his head every time."

"It's really hard for him."

Lin Yan sneered, took the piece of paper in his hand, turned and walked towards Feng Jin's room.

Feng Jin was reading a book in bed, when he saw Lin Yan quickly raised his head and glanced at him, he immediately lowered his gaze back to the book.

Lin Yan threw the full plan sheet directly on Feng Jin's face.

"Feng Jin, you arranged for the second young master of Lin's marriage to be so shabby? Huh? Why, you sincerely don't want me to marry Xiao Hang, right?"

Feng Jin closed his eyes slightly, reached out and picked up the paper at his feet, smoothed out the wrinkles a little bit, and said in a calm tone: "Lin Yan, about the wedding, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me."

"Xiao Hang is only twenty years old this year. I don't want to wrong him. For this wedding, I want the best. I don't want the money. I don't want to blame Xiao Hang and don't want him to feel wronged, you know?"

Feng Jin squeezed the paper tightly, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "One by one