The Actor Wants to Divorce

Seeing Gu Qing sitting on the ladder in a daze, Jiang Yichen frowned: "What's the matter?"

Gu Qing returned to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm thinking where to put the Christmas tree? Put it at the door."

Gu Qing made "Hey" laugh twice, rubbed his palms **** the black pants twice, and then jumped off the ladder.

Jiang Yichen frowned, "Your complexion is not so good."

Gu Qing let it go over with a smile, and squeezed Jiang Yichen's waist, "Don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that Gu Qingrang took the Christmas tree and bounced away, Jiang Yichen smiled helplessly.

Since Gu Qingrang was kidnapped last time, his heart has always been a little unreliable.

Suddenly awakened in the middle of the night, he subconsciously looked around, and he was relieved when he was sure that Gu Qing would let him fall asleep in his arms.

Probably, he was too worried, right?

Gu Qing asked to set up the Christmas tree and hung some decorations on the tree.

Jiang Yichen went to the kitchen to cook.

After Gu Qing asked to decorate the room inside and out, Jiang Yichen had already finished dinner.

"Agen, wash your hands and eat."

"coming."

When Gu Qing let slip into the bathroom, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared little by little.

Even the whole expression became solemn and uneasy.

The clenched right hand is flattened a little bit.

In the palm of his palm, there was blood that had dried up, and Gu Qingrang's throat, which was stabbed with a shocking color, couldn't help tightening by three points.

He stared at the blood stain for a long time, his whole body stiff, his brain "buzzing".

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a crisp knock on the door suddenly.

"Ajean? Hurry up."

Gu Qing panicked, put his hand under the faucet and boiled the water.

The warm water flow washed away the dry blood in the palms little by little, mixed with light red and flowed into the sewer.

Gu Qing let her rub hard for a long time, and both hands were red.

He bent down again, adjusted the water to cold, and washed his face.

"Probably it's getting angry..."

He stared at himself in the mirror and muttered a word, then grabbed his hair, opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Yichen's cooking skills have been advancing by leaps and bounds in the past six months. Dinner is a very simple home cooking, cola chicken wings, roast turkey, and a stack of vegetable stir-fried vegetables. Seeing Gu Qing keep picking vegetables into his bowl, Jiang Yichen smiled, "What happened to you today? Didn't you like to eat vegetables the least?" Gu Qing let his chopsticks bite and said, "Eat more vegetables for good health." , What's the matter, do you have an opinion?"

"If you quit cigarettes, it's better than any vegetables."

Gu Qing let a kick on his calf and stared at him viciously: "Are you uncomfortable if you don't mention quitting smoking?"

Jiang Yichen wondered: "Who provokes you today is the same as taking gunpowder."

Gu Qing made his face tremble, his Adam's apple rolled, his heart was agitated, and he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and just grabbed rice into his mouth.

After eating, Gu Qing let a person go back to the room.

Lie on the bed and use the phone to send WeChat in the group.

[Gu Qingrang: Under what circumstances will people have frequent nosebleeds? 】

Soon, "ding ding dong dong dong" rang in the WeChat group.

[Xiao Ziye: Who has frequent nosebleeds? 】

[Road name: In many cases, leukemia, kidney disease... from the light to the fire, from the severe to the terminal illness. 】

[Xiao Ziye: Brother Gu? 】

Gu Qingren squeezed the phone tightly, breathing quickly, choking with a dense cotton wool stuffed in his heart, suffocating.

He turned off the phone and covered his head with a quilt. Before Jiang Yichen came in, he fell asleep in a daze.

He had a dream.

Dreamed of his brother Gu Rongyu.

He was lying on the hospital bed with a tube stuck in his whole body, and the oxygen mask was smothered with a layer of white mist from the warm breath.

Then it was Gu Rongyu's funeral, and his parents supported him and cried loudly.

Gu Qing awakened suddenly.

I was soaked in cold sweat.

It seems to have just been picked up from the water.

─An arm gently wraps around in front of him from behind.

Gu Qing asked to hold his breath and didn't move.

After a while, the strength of that arm increased, and he turned his body lying on his side.

Jiang Yichen turned on a small lamp, and in the soft yellow and warm light, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"what's happenin?"

Gu Qing made his heart beat wildly, causing a mess of emotions in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out.

It seems that there are many things that are forcing him to run forward, from the darkness and the mist to the light, but he stumbles, loses his way in a haze, and keeps falling.

That kind of deep fear drilled into his body along the bones.

Gu Qing made his nose sore, his two arms gently hooked Jiang Yichen's neck, rolled over, and lay on Jiang Yichen's body.

"I had a terrible dream..."

The hairy, sweaty head was gently buried in Jiang Yichen's neck.

Jiang Yichen frowned and kissed his hair lightly, "It's okay, go to sleep."

After Gu Qing let him fall asleep again, Jiang Yichen slowly took him off his body and wrapped him tightly in a quilt.

As soon as Christmas is over, the New Year is near.

Gu Qingran pushed a lot of work and stayed at home every day to recuperate.

Every time Jiang Yichen returns from the company, Gu Qingrang will prepare dinner in advance and wait for him.

"Agen, haven't you announced it recently?"

Gu Qing asked Jiang Yichen to push the omelet rice to Jiang Yichen and said, "It's almost the New Year. Your company is busy at the end of the year, and the two of us who can't be busy together won't go home. There is no such thing as a new year..."

Jiang Yichen hooked his lips, hooked Gu Qingrang's waist, and held the person in his arms, "Why are you so virtuous?"

Gu Qing made her mouth curled: "I want you to boast, I'm the number one baby in the world? Let's eat."

After eating, the two huddled on the sofa to watch TV.

It just happened to see the news that Fang Zhi was about to star in a major production movie next summer.

The actor of this movie, Gu Qingrang, had been talking about it before, and Jiang Yichen was a little puzzled: "Didn't the director say last time that you will play the actor? Why, you were blocked by Fang?"

Gu Qing paused, then laughed: "It's nothing, but I didn't want to act suddenly, so I resigned from the director's invitation."

"Don't want to act?"

Gu Qing asked the little chicken to peck his head at the rice: "Well, because the shooting location is abroad, it takes three months to shoot. I'm afraid that when I leave, you will be lonely and cold, so I decided to stay with you."

Jiang Yichen frowned.

He understands Gu Qingrang's character very well.

He has never been a person who would give up his career to complete his family. Even if he is willing to succumb to him in bed, his personality, Agen, is also an indomitable man who will never lose to anyone.

Gu Qingrang cared about this movie. He even saw that Gu Qingrang did a lot of homework in advance, because the actor is a French-speaking painter, and Gu Qingrang even bought a pair of French textbooks online...

Before the director decided that he will play the leading actor, this kid was still happy for a long time, and he showed off with him several times.

Why are you suddenly unable to speak now?

Jiang Yichen was suspicious, but seeing that Gu Qingrang didn't have any other abnormal behaviors, he could only regard himself as suspicious.

On New Year's Day, Feng Jin took a bunch of flowers and went to the nursing home.

He was photographed by paparazzi when he was out, and the photos were posted on the Internet and also posted on Weibo hot searches.

Feng Jin's fans are the same as Feng Jin, they look gentle and gentle on the outside, but once they start a fire, it is a knife that kills people without seeing blood.

[Is there anything wrong with the unscrupulous reporter? Feng Jin goes to the nursing home every once in a while. We fans all know, want you to spread rumors here? 】

[My cutie is in love? Sorry, fans don’t know about this at all, even if it’s a real relationship, we will support it! 】

[Isn’t it possible to send flowers to a sick friend these years? 】

Feng Jin walked out of the car with the flowers, and looked up at the nursing home that was still sleeping in the sunset.

After taking a deep breath, he entered the door.

Nurse Wang, who often receives Feng Jin, was extremely surprised to see Feng Jin: "Hey? Mr. Feng Jin, are you coming to see Mr. Lin Yan?"

Feng Jin clenched the flower in his hand and smiled, "Well, because it hasn't been here for a while. Today is the New Year, so come and have a look."

"Huh?" Nurse Wang frowned, "Did Mr. Lin Yang not inform you?"

Feng Jin felt a little uneasy, "Notice what?"

"When Mr. Lin Yan was eating last week, the new nurse had inexperienced and choked Mr. Lin Yan... Mr. Lin Yang was very angry, so he transferred Mr. Lin Yan away."

Feng Jin stunned: "Moved away? He is not here now? When did it happen?"

"Yes. It was last week, and it didn't take long."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know this anymore. How about I contact Mr. Lin Yang for you?"

Feng Jin's face was heavy, he shook his head lightly, and smiled politely: "No, I'll just contact him myself."

When he went out, Feng Jin called Lin Yang. Lin Yang seemed to be sleeping, his voice was sleepy and dazed.

"Lin Yang? I'm Feng Jin, sorry, did you bother you to sleep?"

Lin Yang was a little sober over there, "Ah, it doesn't matter, I'm abroad now, it's a bit jet lag, you don't know it's normal...what's the matter?

Feng Jin said calmly: "I wanted to see Lin Yan, but the nurse said he was transferred..."

"Ah..." Lin Yang smiled helplessly. "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you when I was busy. He is now in the Municipal Cloud Sanatorium. My father is in a serious condition. I have been taking him to see a doctor abroad recently. I was too busy, so I forgot to tell you about Xiao Yan's transfer."

"It's okay, Brother Lin Yang. Then I'll hang up first."

Lin Yang called Feng Jin to stop: "Feng Jin, I met Lin Yan, help me say a happy new year to him, he is in a nursing home alone, very poor."

Feng Jin hung up, his heart sank a little.

─About an hour, he rushed to the new nursing home.

He found the nursing ward that Lin Yang said, and was about to open the door, when he suddenly heard a strange sound mixed with curses coming from inside.

Feng Jin couldn't help holding his breath, and looked over the door one by one.