The Actor Wants to Divorce

Gu Qingrang rushed to Feng Jin's crew and saw an ambulance parked at the door.

Several doctors and nurses were gathered together not knowing what they were talking about.

There were also a large number of reporters who had arrived at the news, and the flash of the lens continued to make a sound of "click, click, and click".

The whole scene was originally chaotic, and when Gu Qing got out of the car, it caused a lot of commotion.

"Gu Qingrang!"

"Gu Qingrang!"

Before Gu Qingrang could keep up with the bodyguards behind him, the reporter rushed forward, and the microphone was angry in front of Gu Qingrang's face.

"Gu Qingrang, do you know that Feng Jin has a history of mental illness?"

"Feng Jin's mental problem was caused by the excessive pressure of the studio, according to what was said on the Internet?"

"As his boss, do you feel that you should bear the corresponding responsibilities and faults in this matter?"

Gu Qing gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The two bodyguards rushed up, pushed the reporter away, and surrounded Gu Qing and let him into the crew.

People who have nothing to do with the crew have already retired.

Only the director and the deputy director are left.

Anxious and sweaty.

Gu Qingrang glanced, but did not see Feng Jin, turned his toes, and walked directly in front of the director.

"What about people?"

The director kept rubbing his hands, "He took a knife and hid in the private dressing room. We didn't dare to call the police because we were afraid that it might cause trouble, so we only called an ambulance... what can we do?"

The director is still very young. He is a newcomer who has just entered the circle for two years. He has been tepid before, and has finally managed to direct a troupe and produce a good drama. Go in

If the Feng Jin affair becomes a big mess, the investors and sponsors will definitely withdraw their capital, and then they will have to cut it in half.

As the chief director, he can imagine how he feels at the moment.

How could this happen?

"Teacher Gu, this matter really has nothing to do with the crew. Feng Jin has been in the crew for a month. It has been smooth before, and there is nothing unpleasant about him with other actors and staff. His acting skills are good and he never called people. Worrying, I just don’t know how he suddenly..."

Gu Qing let the director interrupt the director tiredly and waved his hand, "I know. I will go and see him first. You are the director. In order for this show to be broadcast smoothly in the future, I don't want the matter of Feng Jin to be spread again today. Go out, understand?"

The director's head kept clicking: "Teacher Gu, don't worry, we all understand. We promise not to go to the Internet to talk nonsense."

Gu Qing let his head nod, "I'm going to meet Feng Jin."

The director hurriedly: "Teacher Gu, then you are careful, he has a knife in his hand."

Gu Qingrang walked to the door of the dressing room, took a deep breath, knocked on the door, "Feng Jin?"

There was a rustling noise inside.

Gu Qing let his voice soften: "Feng Jin, it's me, Brother Gu. Am I coming in?"

The sound inside seemed to be louder.

Gu Qing gritted his teeth and gently opened the door of the dressing room.

This dressing room is for private use, it's not big, that is, it comes with square meters.

Feng Jin was curled up in the corner near the inside, holding his knees, his head deeply buried.

The dagger fell at his feet.

Gu Qing let him walk quickly, kicked the dagger aside with his foot, then squatted down, gently supporting Feng Jin's shoulder.

"Feng Jin?"

Feng Jin's shoulders trembled twice, and he slowly raised his head, tears filled his scarlet eyes, and he looked tired and collapsed.

"Brother Gu..."

He smiled hard, "I caused you trouble."

Gu Qingrang frowned: "If you know that someone else is causing trouble, don't have another time."

There were all reporters outside, and they couldn't get out for a while. Gu Qing let Dalailie sit on the ground, cross-legged, and a little angry: "Why don't you go to the doctor when you are sick? You made so much money and you are alone. Should the dead be taken away?"

He stared at Feng Jin, stared at the tired and sleepy face, his heart sinking deeper and deeper: "You don't even taste good medicine, do you?"

Feng Jin clenched his hands on his knees a little bit.

Gu Qing got angry, grabbed a magazine at hand and threw it at Feng Jin's head: "Do you really want to live? If you don't want to, just find a tree and hang yourself. It's hard to get fucked. dessert!"

Feng Jin held his head.

Gu Qingrang was mad, and the magazine threw out Feng Jin's arms one by one with red marks.

"Feng Jin, if I hadn't played your father, I wouldn't care about you so much..."

"Brother Gu, don't fight."

Feng Jin's throat groaned.

Gu Qingrang ignored him, he insisted on calling this stinky boy his father today.

Feng Jin's eyes were red, and he waved away the magazine in Gu Qingrang's hand, and suddenly squeezed Gu Qingrang's wrist!

"I told you not to fight!"

Gu Qingrang was frightened.

Mental problems add to Songshan Shaolin Temple...

Feng Jin estimated that a punch could send him to the sky.

Hey, Jiang Yichen, hurry up and save your cute big baby.

Fortunately, Feng Jin did not lose his sanity at this moment. He tightly grasped Gu Qingrang's wrist, took a few breaths, and then slowly let go of his hand, letting go of Gu Qingrang.

"Brother Gu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Gu Qingrang looked at the pinched wrist and sighed: "Feng Jin, why don't you want to take medicine to see a doctor?"

Feng Jin drew back, chin rested lightly on his knees, and said in a pitiful way: "I want to see someone."

This person Gu Qing made it possible to guess who it was with his toes: "You really didn't let him go."

Feng Jin smiled palely: "I can't let it go, it's just a bit unacceptable..."

Gu Qing frowned.

Feng Jin took a deep breath, "When I am sick, I always see those who are not there and hear their voices... I just thought, if I could meet him again, I would say everything clearly. Freed."

Gu Qing sighed: "Have you seen him then?"

Feng Jin was stunned for a few seconds, then gently shook his head: "No, he never came."

He said and laughed: "Gu brother, I'm sorry, you and the studio have caused such a big trouble, I will explain my situation clearly by myself..."

"No." Gu Qing asked to pat his shoulder: "I have asked Jiang Yichen to do it, don't worry, there are other solutions to this matter."

Gu Qing frowned, "It's just that you are not allowed to do such stupid things anymore."

Feng Jin nodded: "No way."

The two stayed in the crew until the early morning, but the reporter was still reluctant to leave. Gu Qing asked Xiaomi to call Xiaomi and asked her and Xiao Tao to leave the crew through the back door.

The sharp-eyed reporter found their assistants, thinking that Gu Qingrang and Feng Jin had also come out, and ran towards the back door. Gu Qingrang and Feng Jin took advantage of this opportunity.

Yes, slipped through the front door.

Jiang Yichen has already prepared the announcement.

He sent it to Gu Qingrang to read it again, and Gu Qingrang revised some of the details, and then sent it out in the name of the studio.

[Gu Qing let studio V: Thank you for your concern for my studio artist Feng Jin. Feng Jin himself is all well. The videos circulating on the Internet today are just acting against the actors and performing normally. Feng Jin himself was abused by his stepfather when he was a child , It just so happens that there are some overlapping plots in the plot, so the actors are deeply involved in the play, please don't spread rumors, don't believe rumors. 】

After sending it, Gu Qingrang asked Feng Jin to post a selfie by himself.

If the truth and lies are mixed together, it is often easier to confuse the line of sight.

As soon as this Weibo was posted, everyone's attention shifted to the abuse of Feng Jin by his stepfather.

[Little cutie has been abused since childhood...]

[It's no wonder that Gu Qing is so good to Feng Jin, and he's also a degenerate person. 】

[Uuuu, the best Feng Jin in the world, I want to protect you forever. 】

After the wind review turned better, Gu Qingrang was also relieved.

He looked at Feng Jin beside him and frowned: "Go back to take medicine on time, take a good rest for a while, if there is another time, there will be no place for you in the entertainment industry."

Feng Jin nodded: "Brother Gu, thank you."

Gu Qingrang sent Feng Jin back to the apartment, and watched him take the medicine in person, and then returned to the apartment. It was almost six o'clock in the morning.

The sky was a bit white.

He was sleepy and tired, and he couldn't lift his eyelids.

Although he knew that Jiang Yichen could not hear him, Gu Qingrang couldn't help but slowed down, fearing to disturb Jiang Yichen's sleep.

Jiang Yichen had been in a light sleep state for many years because his ears could not hear him. He didn't dare to sleep too hard, and even a little bit of movement would disturb him. Thinking of this, Gu Qingran didn't return to the bedroom, took off his clothes, and fell asleep on the sofa.

I woke up the next day and was already three rods in the sun.

Gu Qing made him feel puzzled that someone was scratching his belly.

He was ticklish, muttered twice, and he woke up immediately.

As soon as he opened his eyelids, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Yichen standing condescendingly in front of him, still holding his hands horizontally, and the camera was facing him.

Gu Qing let a chicken coop look down, the white shirt on his chest was rolled up, his belly was exposed.

"Damn!"

Gu Qing jumped up in shock, pulled up his clothes, and went to grab Jiang Yichen's phone: "Delete!"

Jiang Yichen grabbed the phone and held it on top of Gu Qingrang's head, curled his lips and smiled: "I keep it as a collection."

"I have so many beautiful photos on the Internet, isn't it enough for you to lick the screen?"

Gu Qing made a jump.

Gu Qing let his arm down, and let Gu Qing be caught in his arms. Dropped a kiss on his hair.

"It's a private collection, of course it must be unique."

Gu Qing blushed, "In case it spreads out, this is Yanzhaomen..."

"Which pornographic photos are like this?" Jiang Yichen turned Gu Qing over, put his chin on his chin, and showed Gu Qing to see the photos on his phone, "Little pig-like."

Gu Qing made the old face flush.

Furiously struggling to move, turned his head and glared at him: "Delete!"

"The photos I took by my own ability, why do you tell me to delete them?"

Gu Qing made his eyes widened and said, "Doesn't your conscience hurt when you talk like this? You don't need to delete it. Don't touch me in the future, just play with the photos."

Jiang Yichen said "Huh?", let go of Gu Qingrang, and touched his ear with his right hand, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you."

Gu Qingrang: "I told you not to touch me."

"I can not hear……"

Gu Qingrang:...

He had never seen such a brazen person.

Gu Qing let him kick it directly.

Jiang Yichen's smiling shoulder trembled, put the phone back in his pocket, and took the person back into his arms again: "Hurry up and wash, let me tell you something."

"Something?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yichen nodded: "Fu Ran contacted me this morning."

"Is he okay? How could he fight Fu Ran in the hospital?"

Jiang Yichen frowned a little bit, staring at Gu Qingrang: "He said, Lin Yan is not dead."

Gu Qing's pupils suddenly dilated.