The Actor Wants to Divorce

Gu Qing quit the XX movie

I have to say that Jiang Yichen's crow mouth is pretty good, and the comment below is quite exciting.

Gu Qing's diehard fans bear the brunt.

[Support all decisions made by Pippi! 】

[Where is Pipirang, where are our fans! 】

[This is too embarrassing, it's been more than half a month since I went abroad, but I stopped acting? Pai Pai and return to China? 】

[Hahaha, I'm so ridiculous. Fortunately, the fans still boasted that Gu Qingren is so powerful that he can act in movies released all over the world. 】

[Fans don't blow up, they have all been driven back. It was ashamed to be thrown abroad. 】

[Gu Qingrang quit by herself! 】

[Otherwise, if you don't say so, do you still have to say that you were kicked out by the talented foreign big crew? 】

[Just leave it to you. 】

[Actually, I feel that Gu Qing's request to do this is very lack of contractual spirit. 】

[He has a fart contract spirit! He had quit the variety show before and ended the contract at will. This is not the first time he did this. 】

[Haha, now scolding Gu Qing for not having the spirit of contract? Isn’t it the same group of people who asked Gu Qing to quit the variety show and get out of the entertainment circle? 】

Gu Qing let the phone close, leaving them arguing online.

It's a pity to quit this movie, but I don't regret it.

Gu Qingrang stayed with Xiaomi in the hospital for two days. Gu Qingrang returned to the country by plane. When he got on the plane, he used Weibo trumpet to post a picture of himself in the hospital.

He looked at the blue sky above his head and took a deep breath.

Lin Zhai.

"Lin Shao...Lin Shao!"

The frightened servant broke into Lin Yan's room. The room was empty. How could he forget that, at this point, Lin Yan should still be in the gym.

He thought about the scene he saw at the entrance of the study, where both legs were trembling, and as soon as he turned around, he smashed into a person firmly.

The servant saw the visitor clearly and was so scared that he fell to the ground and crawled back with his feet together.

Feng Jin's whole person was hidden in the darkness, but his face was white as a ghost. He tilted his head, smiled, and stared straight at him.

The servant's scalp was numb, and his voice trembled: "You...you are not in good spirits! I want to tell Lin Shao..."

With bare feet, Feng Jin approached step by step.

The servant kept backing away, his head hit by a hard object, it was a wall, and he had no way to escape.

Feng Jin has lived in this villa for more than a month.

He is silent, quiet, and gentle.

No one would superimpose such a little sheep with the red-eyed Rakshasa with a cold smile at the moment as one person.

Feng Jin slowly squatted under the horrified eyes of the servant, his voice hoarse, like yellow leaves crushed in autumn, withered and lifeless: "Don't tell Xiaoyan."

The servant nodded desperately.

Feng Jin pointed his finger at the door of the room: "Did you see them?"

The servant turned his gaze in horror and glanced in the direction of his finger.

In the empty doorway, only the lights from the corridor poured in.

The servants' bodies were trembling, if they weren't stared at by Feng Jin, he would be able to call out in the next second.

"Don't be afraid, they are the closest people to me. They are here to pick me up." Feng Jin's voice lowered and smiled weirdly: "So don't tell Xiao Yan, I will go with them soon."

The servant nodded his head frantically.

I don't agree, is this madman trying to choke him here?

"what are you doing?"

─Dao's voice suddenly rang from behind, and Lin Yan returned from the gym.

Feng Jin turned his head and looked at Lin Yan with a towel on his neck. He got up and said like a cat: "He came to clean the room and fell down accidentally. I asked him if he was injured.

Lin Yan's eyes were a little suspicious: "The servants at home never clean the room at this time."

"I asked him to come up and clean."

Feng Jin looked at the servant.

The servant's shoulders trembled and her voice was shaking: "Yes, that's it. There is hair on the floor of the bathroom inside, so Mr. Feng asked me to come up and clean it up."

Lin Yan turned his gaze to Feng Jin, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Go out when you are done."

The servant went out with weak hands and feet, and again only Feng Jin and Lin Yan were left in the room.

Lin Yan turned on the light in the room, noticed the paper that Feng Jin was holding tightly in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Is the new plan finished?"

"It's finished." Feng Jin smoothed the paper in his hand and handed it to Lin Yan: "Look at what is unsatisfactory. If there is, I will revise it."

Lin Yan glanced down at the content on the paper. In fact, the first edition written by Feng Jin was satisfactory enough. He deliberately asked Feng Jin to rewrite it a second time, and now he can’t pick it. There is a little problem.

Lin Yan smiled suddenly and nodded: "Okay, it's good, there is nothing wrong with it, it's perfect."

Feng Jin nodded: "You like it."

Lin Yan's temper came up again. He grabbed Feng Jin's collar and threw the man onto the bed. He also tied Feng Jin's wrist to the head of the bed with a bedside tie.

Feng Jin opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, his eyes were a little hollow, and muttered to himself: "Don't look."

Lin Yan was immersed in his actions and perceptions, only when Feng Jin was talking nonsense, crushing him fiercely, venting his emotions over the past few days.

Feng Jin looked at the black shadows lying in the air, and those voices drilled into his ears like cotton needles, trying to pierce the eardrums.

"Rebel! You are really mean!"

"Feng Jin, if you are so good with me, come with me, I will love you..."

"Xiao Jin, if you want to listen to your uncle, he beats you for your own good. If you are obedient, how can he beat you?"

"Xiao Jin, it's not easy for mom to be in this home. You can't stop mom from pursuing her own happiness, right?"

"I raised you, so you dare not listen to me? Get out! Don't live in Lao Tzu's house!"

Feng Jin's neck gradually stretched out blue veins, his eyes were blood red, his hands were like a dying struggling person, he flopped twice, and screamed: "Don't look! Don't look!"

Lin Yan covered Feng Jin's eyes with his hand, "Xiao Jin, don't be afraid, no one can see it."

Feng Jin's long eyelashes swept across Lin Yan's palm, and two sobbing whimpers were squeezed out of his throat.

When Lin Yan was over, Feng Jin had fallen asleep long ago. He carried Feng Jin to the bathroom to clean, and then stuffed Feng Jin back into the quilt.

Tired and weary, he hugged Feng Jin tightly and fell asleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by the people around him, opened his eyes and saw Feng Jin standing neatly by the bed.

"I'm going to take a wedding photo today."

Lin Yan woke up in a daze, his head still in a daze and trance, Feng Jin's figure was floating in front of him, he uttered a muffled "um", reached out to hug Feng Jin, and asked him with a coquettish smile. : "Will you wear a white dress?"

Feng Jin's body froze, and slowly turned his body around, pressing his cold palm against Lin Yan's forehead.

"Xiao Hang is already waiting for you downstairs. He wears a white dress very suitable. Don't worry, you are a match made in heaven."

Lin Yan's eyes opened instantly.

Seeing the person in my arms, the disgust in my eyes can hardly be concealed, "What happened last night, you just shut my mouth honestly. If you miss a word in front of Xiao Hang, I want you to look good. . Remember your identity, you are now a mistress who can't get on the table."

Feng Jin's head dropped a little bit.

After Lin Yan got dressed, he handed out an address: "This is the address of the store. I have already made an appointment for you. You and Xiao Hang will go directly."

Lin Yan looked in the mirror and tied his tie. He didn't even look at the piece of paper. He sneered, "You too, you are the chief planner of the wedding, and Xiao Hang and I are going to take wedding photos. How can you be absent?"

Feng Jin stretched out his hand in the air for a long time, then put it back in silence and tucked it back into his pocket.

The next second, Xiao Hang bounced around and ran in with a cheerful deer.

─Hugging Lin Yan: "Lin Yan!"

Feng Jin subconsciously avoided his sight, and the corner of his mouth picked up a shallow arc.

"Xiao Hang." Lin Yan turned around, rubbing his hair gently with a smile.

"Hello, Brother Feng Jin."

Feng Jin nodded. He felt that he was restless in this room. When he was about to quit in silence, Lin Yan suddenly said, "Xiao Hang, thank you Feng Jin. He is the chief planner of our wedding."

Xiao Hang smiled brightly: "Brother Feng Jin, thank you, I really like the wedding you arranged for me."

Feng Jin could not make a sound in his throat, lowered his head and gave an "um", and left quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Yan and Xiao Hang came downstairs holding hands.

Feng Jin got up from the sofa, followed them, and the three of them went to the photo studio to take wedding photos.

Throughout the whole process, Feng Jin followed Lin Yan and Xiao Hang, running around after being busy, fetching clothes and shoes for them, just like a qualified servant.

Xiao Hang was young and was still very new to everything. He tugged Lin Yan to try on all kinds of good-looking clothes. Lin Yan's expression was always gentle, no matter what the trouble was, there was no hint of impatience.

On the contrary, Feng Jin stood on the side, acting as a wooden stake, only feeling tired and panicked.

He handed the clothes to the clerk who was accompanying him, planning to go to the bathroom.

After Lin Yan chose the clothes to wear for the wedding, he turned his head and realized that Feng Jin was missing.

"What about people?"

The clerk smiled back: "Mr. Feng has gone to the bathroom."

Lin Yan let go of Xiao Hang's: "You are waiting for me here", and then strode to the bathroom.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, Lin Yan was stunned for an instant.

Feng Jin was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, his face was pale, his lips moved, his eyes were red, and he stared straight at a certain direction in the mirror, his mouth was gurgling.

"who are you talking to?"

Lin Yan's voice suddenly dropped by three points.