The Actor Wants to Divorce

Suddenly hearing the name from Lin Yang's mouth, Feng Jin's shoulders stiffened involuntarily.

─His face was extremely pale, with no trace of blood.

The air in the carriage was so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

The anxious silence did not know how long it lasted. Feng Jincai gently shook his head, even his voice was pale: "I don't know, is it related to me?"

Lin Yang's heart tightened, and the corners of his lips curled up with a sarcasm.

But soon, Lin Yang changed a faint look, slapped the ash, and denied: "Don't think too much, Feng Jin, he was in a fight with someone. What does it have to do with you?"

Feng Jin's fingers clenched the corners of his clothes one by one.

"I just can't accept it." Lin Yang was choked by a cigarette, and his heart ached. "When I received the news and hurried to the hospital, my brother lay quietly on the bed. He was 1.8 meters tall. The height of Si, shrinks on a narrow and small bed, and will never open his eyes and call me brother again. Do you know what I feel like being a brother?"

Feng Jin's eyes drooped, and his head hummed.

The high decibels stimulated his brain, and the whole world was noisy.

Lin Yang coughed twice and his voice was hoarse, "I really can't accept it for a while, how can I tell my parents, what should I do... I knew it was today, I would rather he didn't go abroad to find him. Did not drag him back from the muddled racing track!"

The man's voice was a little choked: "Why... he is obviously ready to start his life again."

Feng Jin raised his head and looked at him lightly. His brain was messed up. There were a lot of sounds mixed in, like the background sound in a horror movie, full of screams.

"sorry Sorry……"

Lin Yang tilted his head to look at him.

Feng Jin's complexion was really ugly, as if he was a drowning man struggling to land, pale and scary, his black eyes were a little dull, his lips closed and he kept repeating something.

Lin Yang was startled, stretched out his hand and patted Feng Jin's shoulder: "Feng Jin?"

Feng Jin's body trembled, and he stared at Lin Yang stupidly for more than ten seconds, only a little bit of focus at the bottom of his eyes. He woke up like a dream, with a slight light.

"I am sorry."

Lin Yang leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, "You know? His last call was from you."

Feng Jin stared at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang smiled, as if feeling a little, while fainting a little to blame, he appeared inattentive: "That idiot...where he had an accident, a large truck happened to block his vision, and he lay on the ground for more than 20 minutes. I was only found by the parking brother. It was too long and missed the best time for rescue."

Lin Yang had already smoked one of his cigarettes. He pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray in the car, regretting: "He could have called for help first. Maybe there is still a chance, but there is still too much time..."

Feng Jin's breathing almost stagnated.

Unfortunately, Lin Yan didn't.

At the end of the final, he did not call anyone who could save him, but instead called him to be promoted.

The reason is...

"Xiao Jin, I want to hear your voice..."

Feng Jin's hands and feet were so cold, the whole figure seemed to have fallen into a bottomless hole, with hundreds of limbs and body cold.

why.

That fool.

Lin Yang took another cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it into his mouth. The smell of nicotine calmed his ups and downs. The radio in the car sounded music at the right time.

It was the song "The Dew Lover" that he and Fu Ran often listened to.

─Feng Jincai sighed softly after playing the song, his face calm, "Can you tell me where he is buried?"

He wants to... meet him.

What he didn't let him hear on the phone, he wanted Lin Yan to hear.

Lin Yang bit his cigarette and glanced at Feng Jin with his head tilted.

"Feng Jin, I don't mean to blame you. My brother did a lot of wrong things. He paid the price for it. He deserved it. You don't have to worship him."

Feng Jin insisted, still the question: "Where was he buried?"

Lin Yang stared at him for a while, and finally spoke, with a faint expectation in his eyes: "Feng Jin, tell me honestly, if you give you a chance, will you forgive Xiaoyan?"

Feng Jin's mind was confused and he was short of breath: "I... hope he is alive."

Lin Yang was silent.

Then he took the cigarette out of his mouth and nodded gently, as if he understood.

"I understand. Since you don't forgive, you don't need to know where he is now. Feng Jin, you and him, let's stop here."

Feng Jinji's eyes were red, and he took Lin Yang's arm: "He..."

Lin Yang patted Feng Jin's face: "Live well, this may be Xiao Yan's last wish."

After that, Lin Yang pulled Feng Jin's hand away, opened the door of the car and walked on.

"Are you really going to break up with President Fu?"

Feng Jin couldn't help but said, "Really want to marry another woman?"

Lin Yang paused, his face didn't show any displeasure, but he took something out of the pocket inside the suit.

Gently handed it to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin was startled.

Lin Yang smiled and stuffed things into his arms.

"Take it, my wedding invitation, the 3rd of next month, if you have time, come and join it. With a few more celebrities, my wedding will be more lively." Lin Yang adjusted his clothes: "But Having said that, you will have to pay for it to participate."

Lin Yang turned his head and left.

Feng Jin looked down at the invitation card in his hand.

Light blue color, European design style, there are two cartoon characters on the cover, holding a love heart, and the names of the groom and the bride are written below.

I don't know why, obviously there is not much contact and interaction with Lin Yang, but the moment he received this invitation, Feng Jin still felt a little uncomfortable.

He stuffed the invitation card into the car drawer and asked the driver to take him back to the apartment.

"Little Tao, is there an announcement tomorrow morning?"

Xiaotao flipped through the calendar: "No in the morning, there is a magazine cover to be shot at three in the afternoon."

"Then you come to pick me up this afternoon, don't call me any other time."

Xiao Tao froze for a moment: "Seal?"

"I'm a little tired and want to get a good night's sleep."

After leaving these words for Xiao Tao, Feng Jin stepped into the elevator alone.

Feng Jin's apartment has always been alone.

Three months ago, Wen Ruili was transferred to work outside.

After Wen Ruili left, he really seemed to be the only one left in this apartment.

Feng Jin changed his shoes, put the dinner he bought on the dining table, and went straight into the bedroom.

The dim room was dim and unclear. He sat on the edge of the bed a little tired, and gradually some dark shadows appeared in front of him.

"Feng Jin, you broom star, the person who loves you the most is dead, why are you so sad..."

"Xiao Jin, come to my mother..."

Feng Jin was sitting in the same place, like a sculpture solidified.

The noise made him short of breath, he hugged his head a little bit, and the gasp sound began to become painful, like a broken accordion pulled out in the wind.

Not knowing how long this pain lasted, Feng Jincai took out his cell phone and dialed Wen Ruili's cell phone.

"Feng Jin, are you okay?"

Feng Jin covered his other ear, his voice trembling: "I saw those strange things again..."

Wen Ruili was taken aback on the phone.

Feng Jin’s illness has not relapsed for more than a year, and his body has been stable again. How could it be so sudden this time.

"Feng Jin, don't panic, I'll go over immediately, do you still have the medicine I prescribed you last time?"

Wen Ruili panicked: "I put it in the medicine cabinet, right in your bottom drawer, three pills for the yellow medicine bottle, two pills for the blue one..."

Feng Jin walked to the cabinet, knelt down, opened the drawer, and found the medicine bottle.

The hand holding the medicine bottle was trembling, and he gasped in pain: "I can't see them after I eat it, right?"

"Yes, there is a tranquilizer in the medicine, you will relax your nerves after taking it, Feng Jin, don’t be afraid, it’s just an illusion, it’s your illusion, it’s not real, did you see it, there are sleeping pills in the medicine box, you took it Take another one after the medicine, and then go to bed to sleep well, and I will rush over immediately."

Feng Jin squeezed the medicine bottle tightly, his voice trembling: "Okay."

"Keep in touch, Feng Jin."

Feng Jin hung up the phone.

Unscrew the lid of the medicine bottle, poured out a few pills, and went to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.

As soon as he put the pills in his mouth mixed with water, he suddenly thought of something, and he didn't swallow the pills for a long time.

It took a full thirty seconds, until the pill had begun to melt into a bitter potion, spreading along the tip of his tongue, and Feng Jincai turned pale and walked towards the toilet.

"Wow one by one" vomited everything in his mouth cleanly.

He leaned on the pool to gasp for breath, then let out a low laugh.

Since Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang had a fight last time, their relationship has improved.

Fortunately, sometimes two people sit in the living room and watch TV. Gu Qing makes a look, and Jiang Yichen knows that he will go up and let Gu Qing peel the orange.

Gu Qing let him pat his head with satisfaction, and praised him: "A good husband."

Jiang Yichen was full of joy. He didn't know where to put his happy hands all day, and he was full of spirits when he was happy.

But the time for two people is too little together.

Gu Qing made a notice that Jiang Yichen had to fly around the world in three days and two, and Jiang Yichen still had to take care of the company. When two people gathered together and separated more, Jiang Yichen was inevitably a little unsure.

Especially when I saw Gu Qingrang's lace news on the Internet, the sour jealousy was like a scourge.

He gave Gu Qingrang a video call, and Gu Qingrang blushed and quarreled with him on the phone.

"How can you blame me? I didn't write those fake news!"

Jiang Yichen languished, so he could only spend his own money and quietly ask people to remove the news.

But even so, Gu Qingrang couldn't stop the spark of love between Gu Qingrang and this little actor because of the drama, and the love of that little idol.

To talk about the root cause, it was because Jiang Yichen had no official status on Gu Qingrang!

Those ignorant little stars lined up to rub against Gu Qingrang.

Jiang Yichen was so anxious that he was scratching his ears, and he had to frame Gu Qing out of the crew for dinner.

When Gu Qingrang received Jiang Yichen's video call, he hadn't removed his makeup.

As soon as Jiang Yichen looked at Gu Qingrang's face, his whole body dashed.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Gu Qing made a bright red slap print on his right cheek, hot.

"Who did it?"

Gu Qing asked him to wave his hands again and again, and followed Maoer: "Don't get excited, don't get excited... There is a slapped scene in the scene, which was played by the little actor. Don't go to trouble."

Jiang Yichen's heart trembled slightly, and he wished to bring people back to him now and blow them away: "How can you really fight...Isn't it painful?"