The Actor Wants to Divorce

"Didn't Jiang Yichen tell you?" Lin Zhaozhi seemed to be a little surprised. "Jiang Group has the intention to develop into cultural and entertainment recently, so this time it cooperated with CCTV to organize the event of the New Year Ambassador. It is said that this was called by name. George, it took a lot of money to invite it, but this is all internal news. Jiang Yichen has been in the entertainment industry for the past year. Many people have been staring at him. I also heard from hearsay."

Gu Qingrang almost crushed the phone.

What a Jiang Yichen, really amazing.

Comforting yourself in private will make George look good, and turn around to make George some kind of ambassador.

Gu Qing made him feel so stupid.

In Jiang Yichen's eyes, he was the murderer who killed his sweetheart. The seven-year marriage pretending to be disgusting, how could he willingly help himself.

Gu Qingrang, you are confused.

After Gu Qing didn't say a word for such a long time, Lin Zhaozhi knew that he was probably angry.

He laughed twice and persuaded: "Don't think too much, Jiang Yichen probably has other considerations about this matter."

Gu Qing let his lips curled up: "What can he think about. What do you do to help him speak."

"One thing belongs to one thing." Lin Zhaozhi's voice was low, mixed in the noise of the electric current, and a little cool: "The Jiang family used to be in the army, and it was only in Jiang Yichen's generation that they were in business. Now the Jiang Group , That was Jiang Yichen who started from scratch and struck down by himself. You have to believe that a disabled person who can’t hear can go to this day, Agen, your ex-husband is not something in the pool. He does things. It won’t be improper."

Gu Qing was stunned, speechless.

"You seem to have a lot of prejudice against Jiang Yichen."

Gu Qingrang had another meal. It seems that Jiang Yichen had said this to himself not long ago.

Gu Qing let him lie down on the bed: "If you continue to say this, I doubt if you were bought by Jiang Yichen."

Lin Zhaozhi laughed.

"Misunderstanding, I mean, even though there is prejudice, you don't have to correct him, just find someone who is not biased against you, and you are not biased against him."

Gu Qing asked subconsciously: "Have you encountered such a person?"

Lin Zhaozhi paused for a few seconds, seeming to smile, "I met a long time ago, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"Nothing." Lin Zhaozhi: "It's getting late, let's rest early."

Gu Qingrang hung up the phone and was about to turn off the phone when Lin Zhaozhi sent another message.

[Don't think too much, happy new year. 】

A red envelope followed.

Click to open, it is 8888 unexpectedly.

Gu Qing immediately became energetic, and threw a "kneeling thank you dad" emoji bag over.

Early the next morning, Gu Qingrang was still asleep in a daze, and was awakened by Xiaomi's phone call.

"Brother Gu, watch Weibo!"

Gu Qing let him click on his Weibo in a daze.

One of the hottest searches in a festive and lively Chinese New Year is particularly eye-catching!

Gu Qingrang was still in the awkwardness of just waking up, and subconsciously touched his face.

Why does he have a black face, isn't it pretty white and tender?

When I clicked it, Gu Qingrang understood what was going on.

I don't know which media released the interview backstage at the Spring Festival Gala last night.

In the video, Gu Qingrang's face was really ugly, and he almost didn't put the words "I'm not very cool, I am a stupid" on his forehead.

Compared to George, who was always smiling like a spring breeze, Gu Qing made this attitude lingering on the verge of death.

In the end, his phrase "No, I don't want to say" completely pierced the sky.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, Gu Qingrang was scolded by firecrackers from netizens.

[What kind of attitude is this? 】

[It's amazing, it's just a little red and it starts to float? 】

[My mother, for the first time I saw a black face throughout the interview. 】

[That is, George is not too popular, try someone else? 】

[This is too rude, someone who represents our country anyway, that's the attitude...]

[Gu Qing made the shelf really big, and I suggest not to interview him in the future. After all, people have big arms and don't want to talk about it. 】

Among them, some fans are helping Gu Qingrang to speak.

[Gu Qingran is only uncomfortable, so this is the case, and his attitude is not bad, right? 】

[That’s right, people don’t want to do interviews but they don’t want to do interviews. The reporter chases after people and asks me sorry? 】

[Fans don't wash it, okay? The face is so dark that it is obviously a problem of attitude, that is, throwing big names. 】

[I want to laugh when fans are forcibly watching this wave. 】

Xiaomi cried anxiously on the phone: "Gu Brother, what should we do? Or let's tell the truth about the matter."

"Are you crazy?" Gu Qing asked directly to refuse, "This kind of thing is unfounded. Don't say that others won't believe it. When the time comes, we will bite us and frame it. How many mouths do you have to explain?"

Besides, the spread of this kind of thing is always bad for the girl's reputation.

Millet is by her side, and everyone in the circle knows her. When the time comes, how will others think of her.

Although people are okay, those rumors in the circle fall on people, and he knows what it's like better than anyone else.

He is a man, he can stand it, but what about Xiaomi?

Gu Qingrang thought for a while and comforted Xiaomi: "It's okay, let's stay calm about this matter."

"Brother Gu, are you safe and restless?"

Gu Qingrang, that was a bad temper.

Gu Qing let the man rubbing his hair "hahaha" get out of bed, "Young people are very angry, look at me, drinking chrysanthemum tea every day, soaking wolfberries... People, don't get angry, just calm down, Buddha A little bit... Okay, I'm getting up, and you will pick me up for the commercial later."

Gu Qing asked to hang up the phone with a smile.

Standing in the morning sun in the New Year, he digs out the phone address book, finds a phone number, then dials it and puts it in his ear.

Three seconds later, when the phone was connected, Gu Qing let him take a deep breath: "Jiang Yichen! You are so trash! Let you do something, you're a boring one. Have you changed in a thousand years?"

After cursing for a full thirty seconds, Gu Qing asked "Pachi" to hang up the phone.

At this moment, Jiang Yichen, who had just lifted his head from under the covers, looked at the long or short call records, and looked at the short and short call records, with a dazed expression on his face: "?"

What is this for the Chinese New Year?

Clicked on WeChat and sent a message to Gu Qingrang.

[Ex-husband: Something? 】

[Gu Qingrang: Mr. Jiang, happy new year! I wish Mr. Jiang good health and all the best in the new year! Great financial resources! The peach blossoms, the more you live

light! 】

[Ex-husband: ... Are you sick? 】

[Gu Qingrang: Are you not happy to praise you? 】

[Ex-husband: What do you call me for? What did you say? 】

Gu Qing asked to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his face was not red and his eyes were open and he was talking nonsense.

[Gu Qingrang: No, I just accidentally pressed it. I want to wish you a happy new year. 】

Jiang Yichen smiled slightly, leaning on the head of the bed, typing quickly with his slender fingers.

[Ex-husband: Are there any arrangements tonight? Come out to eat together. 】

[Gu Qingrang: There is an advertisement to be shot today, I guess there is no time. 】

[Ex-husband: I don’t want new year's money anymore? 】

Gu Qing was stunned for an instant, gritted his teeth: [Do you always give out red envelopes? 】

[Ex-husband: ...It was all played by young people. You all know that I am an old man. Isn't it normal that I don't know how to play red envelopes? 】

[Gu Qingrang: Goodbye. 】

[Ex-husband: Really not coming? The red envelope is very thick. 】

[Gu Qingrang: It depends on your mood and I will contact you when the time comes. 】

After Gu Qingran returned the information, he got out of bed to wash, and then came back and found Jiang Yichen's information.

[Ex-husband: Happy New Year. 】

Gu Qing kept staring at these short words for a long time, and his mobile phone was stuffed into his pants pocket.

At the same time, President Jiang Da, who didn't wait for Gu Qing to reply, lazily rubbed his hair, then found out the call recording on the phone and sent it to Fu Ran.

[Help me listen, what did this brat say. 】

I called myself for no reason, and for more than 30 seconds, said he accidentally pressed it. Is he a fool to cheat?

Lin Zhai.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a faint cold breath floated over, Lin Yan walked in with the water glass and medicine, and glanced at the boy who was sitting on the edge of the bed and said nothing.

"Xiao Jin, come take medicine."

Feng Jin lowered his head, his wriggling lips stopped, and he was pressed tightly. It took him a long time to slowly lift his head and look at Lin Yan, "I'm not sick, why do you want me to take medicine."

Lin Yan frowned, put the water glass aside, unscrewed the medicine bottle, and took out the colorful pills from the inside.

"Be good and take the medicine."

"You didn't answer my question, I am not sick." Feng Jin shook his head, "I had a checkup. In the autumn, he said, my depression is all right, and I work hard to be happy, eat, and live. , I worked very hard to get better, why do you want me to take medicine? I will become stupid after taking medicine..."

Lin Yan's breathing tightened.

The pill in his palm was crushed into pieces by himself.

The words of the doctor that day are all in my ears.

──Lin Shao, according to the results of the examination, we preliminarily concluded that Mr. Feng has severe schizophrenia, and it has already affected normal life. This part of the patients will have personality mutations, and some may even be dangerous. We are sealing I saw a few scars on my husband’s arm. He has already experienced serious and chaotic self-harm. We suggest that he be admitted to the hospital immediately..."

Lin Yan's eyes were a little red.

"Xiao Jin, take medicine."

"I'm not sick, I don't eat." Feng Jin still shook his head.

Lin Yan's patience was exhausted a little bit.

He suddenly grabbed Feng Jin's arm and pushed his sleeve up.

On his arm, a few twisted scars were immediately exposed, new and old, some obviously appeared in recent days.

Lin Yan's breath narrative: "You are not sick? You are not sick. How did these injuries come from?"

Feng Jin shrank his neck, stretched out a hand to press his lips, looked around with his eyes, carefully: "Hush! Don't make any noise! ​​Your voice is too loud, you will noisy them."

Lin Yan bit his teeth, only feeling cold in his back.

"They, who are they?"