The Actor Wants to Divorce

Jiang Yichen turned the Xiaolou upside down, but still did not find Gu Qingrang.

Zhu Zichen smiled leisurely: "President Jiang, there are still ten minutes left, hurry up."

Jiang Yichen squeezed his fist and walked to Zhu Zichen, furious like a lion, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted the person up: "Where is he?"

Zhu Zichen seemed to be too noisy, frowning and picking his ears: "Mr. Jiang, people are in this room. Listen, he is calling your name."

Jiang Yichen smashed the past with a punch.

"Where is the person?"

Zhu Zichen spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I told you that he is here. You can't find it yourself. Jiang Yichen, you are a trash."

Jiang Yichen's eyes were blood red, and he let go of his raised fists, pushed Zhu Zichen away, and went downstairs again.

Zhu Zichen wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, touched the floor with his toes, sneered, and sat on the sofa again, looking down at the watch on his wrist.

five minutes.

Four minutes.

three minutes

Suddenly downstairs heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the door, accompanied by messy footsteps and voices.

It's the police.

When Jiang Yichen came out to see Zhu Zichen, he pinned a small locator in the gap of his tie. He activated it half an hour ago.

With the last few minutes left before the four hours Zhu Zichen said, Jiang Yichen had no better choice.

He has nowhere to go, there is no other way.

When the police broke through the door and came in, Zhu Zichen sat on the sofa quietly, without a trace of resistance, and frankly got caught.

Zhu Zichen was handcuffed, and when he passed by Jiang Yichen, he suddenly smiled.

Jiang Yichen seemed to have burnt out the last trace of the bomb and exploded.

With a gloomy expression, he rushed directly to Zhu Zichen.

"Mr. Jiang!"

The two policemen hurriedly pulled Jiang Yichen behind to comfort him, and Zhu Zichen was taken out of the small building by the police.

Two search and rescue dogs came with the police. The handsome German Shepherd entered the house and sniffed for a while, and finally stopped at the head of the sofa on the second floor, lowering his head and yelling for a while.

Jiang Yichen was startled.

Busy stepped forward and moved the sofa away with the police.

The search and rescue dogs kept barking around two of the wooden boards.

The police pried open the wooden planks and discovered that the underground was actually a small cellar.

The sultry gas almost swallowed people.

When the police fished out the unconscious Gu Qing from inside, Jiang Yichen was shaking all over.

The limbs and hundreds of skeletons are all like falling into an ice hole, and the body is cold all over.

He frantically rushed to Gu Qing's side, calling his name dumbly.

The two policemen held Jiang Yichen from behind.

Jiang Yichen's two strong and physically strong detectives could hardly hold him, their voices were low and trembling, and their eyes looked straight at the lifted Gu Qingrang: "Let go of me, let me go... …"

Everything after that was like a dream in Jiang Yichen's sight.

For a long time, he would always wake up suddenly, with a cold sweat and trembling hands and feet.

On that silent and quiet evening, he was imprisoned by two policemen, watching the doctors and nurses in white lab coats and white masks holding oxygen bags and running upstairs with a stretcher.

─Everything resembles the slow-motion and freeze-frame of a comic. They surround Gu Qingrang and untie the ropes and coat on Gu Qingrang...

Standing on his knees, with his hands folded, pressing on Gu Qing's heart, pressing down again and again.

Jiang Yichen seemed to be instantly pulled back to that winter day many years ago, the same anxiety and fear, like the tide, flooded him from beginning to end.

Gu Qingrang was put on a stretcher, his pale and weak hands hung weakly, and his wrists were rubbed bright red by the rope.

A large number of reporters who had received the news had long been jammed at the door, and the ambulance was struggling. The police had to use the whistle to disperse the reporters and make way for the ambulance.

Jiang Yichen followed the doctor to the ambulance in a muddled manner.

The ambulance rushed to the nearest hospital and sent Gu Qingrang to the rescue room.

Jiang Yichen sat on the icy chair, still holding the two rings in his hand, his fingertips trembling fiercely.

When Fu Ran arrived, Gu Qingrang was still in the rescue.

He sat down next to Jiang Yichen and patted him on the shoulder: "That kid has a big life, so surely nothing will happen."

Jiang Yichen lowered his head, motionless, like a sculpture.

Fu Ran pressed his shoulder to turn Jiang Yichen's body around, asked him to look up at him, and said anxiously: "Jiang Yichen, don't scare yourself, how serious can it be? I read the news and said, save I still breathed when I came out, definitely not..."

Before finishing speaking, Fu Ran's voice suddenly stopped.

He stared in astonishment, and watched as a tear silently slipped from the corner of Jiang Yichen's eyes, rolling down his cheeks into his neck...

Dog.

Fu Ran panicked and confused, "No, brother, don't cry...Achen, it's not that serious, he must be fine! Believe me, he must be safe! I'm still waiting for your wedding wine..."

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth and spread out his tight palms a little bit.

The two rings were held too tightly by him for too long, and two deep marks were drawn in the palm of his palm.

"this is……"

"This is what he prepared, it's...our ring...he said he will give me a ring when he comes back, I'm still waiting, I've been waiting..." Jiang Yichen's voice was hoarse like autumn. The fallen yellow leaves shattered when they were lightly crushed.

Fu Ran's heart was heavy, "Yi Chen..."

Jiang Yichen shook his head, with a weird smile on his face: "Fu Ran, Fu Ran... I was in that small building, and I found him for forty-five minutes... Forty-five minutes, he was under the sofa. I didn't even notice him... Forty-five minutes, he was there alone, in a dark and small place, with no air, a little bit of suffocation... How uncomfortable and scary he is."

"No, Gu Qingrang, he is not such a vulnerable person. Don't have a psychological burden..."

Jiang Yichen's breathing was heavy, his eyes were densely red with piercing blood, and his nose was sour: "He must be calling me to save him, but I can't hear..."

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "I let him wait for so long, and in the end I didn't find him."

"It's not your fault, you have tried your best."

I can't hear my ears, and I can't blame him for this.

Jiang Yichen held his head, clenched it into a fist, and smashed his ears one after another.

"One hour, don't do this!"

Fu Ran held his hand.

"Zhu Zichen is right. I'm just a trash. I simply can't take care of him. I used to be and I am now."

Fu Ran frowned and sighed helplessly.

He knows that Jiang Yichen feels uncomfortable, and that the person with his heart has something wrong under his nose. The feeling of self-blame and guilt is indeed unbearable.

Of these two people, one is in the rescue room, and the other may collapse at any time.

No matter what, Zhu Zichen's goal of being a beast was achieved.

Fu Ran couldn't comfort Jiang Yichen, got up and walked around the rescue room anxiously.

It took more than an hour before a doctor walked out of the rescue room.

Fu Ran ran over and said, "How is it?"

"The patient's family?" The doctor took off his mask: "My life is saved, but the situation is still very dangerous, and..."

"And what?"

"The patient's excessive hypoxia may cause damage to brain cells."

Fu Ran stiffened and looked back at Jiang Yichen hurriedly.

Jiang Yichen's face was gloomy, like a beast with his head dormant for a long time, silent and terrifying.

Fu Ran asked: "What damage?"

"This is unclear. You have to wait for the patient to wake up and then do the examination to know. There is nothing wrong, but your family members should make psychological preparations." The doctor muttered, "How do you get hypoxia well, ten minutes early? It’s okay to send it..."

Jiang Yichen's shoulder trembled violently.

Fu Ran glanced at Jiang Yichen in shock, and said nothing.

Gu Qingrang was transferred to the ward, because the person was not awake, so he had to go to the intensive care unit for 48 hours of observation.

When he was pushed out, his complexion was still pale and terrible, with an oxygen mask on his face, his breathing was shallow and weak, and there was no silk mist in the oxygen mask.

Jiang Yichen stretched out the broken hair on Gu Qingrang's forehead, and reached under the quilt with his other hand, holding Gu Qingrang's hand.

The voice quivered: "Now, Agen, you scared me once before, and my ears were deaf when you scared me, this time you are going to scare me again...how many pairs of ears do I have?"

"Yichen.

Send it to the ward first.

Jiang Yichen nodded blankly, let go of Gu Qingrang's hand, and watched the doctor and nurse push Gu Qingrang to the intensive care unit.

Fu Ran frowned: "You have to make a statement from the media, this matter is too messy."

In just such a day's work, rumors outside have been flying all over the sky, and there are also rumours that Gu Qingrang has died.

Fu Ran patted Jiang Yichen on the shoulder: "You can't fall down at this time."

Jiang Yichen's face was calm and his voice was low and dull: "No."

Later that day, Jiang Yichen contacted Si Chen and Xiaomi.

Ask them to post a Weibo in the name of the studio.

Weibo briefly explained the kidnapping, but did not mention the situation of Gu Qingrang, and only asked everyone to wait for the news.

With red eyes, Xiaomi posted the Weibo, which had been edited countless times, with a choked voice: "By the way, President Jiang, Xiao Ziye, Feng Jin, and Director Lin all contacted me and said they would come and visit Brother Gu."

Jiang Yichen rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice, "All rejected."

Xiaomi puzzled: "Mr. Jiang..."

"Now Arang doesn't see anyone." Jiang Yichen got up and left coldly.

Xiaomi frowned: "Brother Si Chen, President Jiang..."

Si Chen shook his head: "Just do what Jiang said."

The studio's Weibo once again paralyzed the Internet.

[No, you guys didn't say that Pippi is okay? 】

[Nothing really happened, right? 】

[If Pippi is okay, please come out and say something, okay? I cried for an afternoon...]

[I've been crying since the accident, and my hands are shaking. 】

[Give Gu Qingrang a peace symbol, hope he can survive. 】

The studio did not speak, and netizens went to Gu Qingrang's acquaintances. As Gu Qingrang's assistant, Xiaomi's Weibo was about to explode. Seeing those questioning comments, Xiaomi also had a headache.

Let alone these fans and netizens, even her life assistant doesn't know what is going on with Gu Qingrang.

Jiang Yichen completely blocked all the news of Gu Qingrang. She has never seen Gu Qingrang since the accident. How can she explain to netizens.

[You are Gu Qingrang's assistant, why can't you say whether he is safe or not? 】

Millet was wronged and tremblingly responded to her one by one

[I didn’t see Brother Gu, it’s President Jiang now with Brother Gu...]

Weibo exploded again in an instant.