The Actor Wants to Divorce

There was always only Lin Yan, a vegetative person in that room. He was making a sound at this moment, so I don’t have to think about it...

When he opened the door, Feng Jin's hands trembled.

It was not that he had never thought that Lin Yan would wake up, on the contrary, he had waken up in the middle of the night countless times.

The perplexity of waking up made him unable to distinguish reality. He seemed to have lost an important thing, but he didn't know what it was.

Panic, breathing tightened.

Then ran to Lin Yan's room, grabbed his shoulder, and shouted at him: "Lin Yan, Lin Yan..."

But later he discovered that Lin Yan had disappeared.

He is happy, sad, sad, Lin Yan will not give him any response.

What frightened Feng Jin even more was that Lin Yan showed no signs of improvement.

He will no longer react to himself, and will do so in the future.

The stress in the bedroom made Feng Jin's brain "buzz", he hurried to the bed to see Lin Yan one by one

He still lay there calmly as usual.

The slender hands are quietly placed on both sides of the body.

no change……

There is no change.

There are dense red silks in Feng Jin's eyes.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and found that the white jade vase placed by the window had fallen to the ground at some point.

The petals of the sunflower were cut into pieces by fragments, and the ground was messy, and water left all over the place.

The cold wind blew inside from the open window of the cave.

Feng Jin's eyes darkened obviously.

original……

It's just the wind.

Jiang Zefei outside the door also walked in and probed: "Feng Jin, are you okay?"

Feng Jin shook his head pale, "I remember I didn't open the window, did you open it?"

Jiang Zefei said "Um": "The medicine in the room is too strong, I want to open it for ventilation."

Feng Jin closed the window and drew the curtains. “It’s cold recently. Don’t open the window for him. His resistance is not good. It will be very troublesome if he gets sick.” Feng Jin set the temperature of the air conditioner in the room to the highest and then Lin Yan's quilt is covered.

Jiang Zefei frowned when he saw him busy for a long time: "Feng Jin, have you considered sending him to a nursing hospital."

Feng Jinzheng squatted on the ground, clearing up the fragments of the vase on the ground. When he heard this, he was taken aback and turned his head to look at Jiang Zefei: "What?"

Jiang Zefei walked over, bent over to help him pick up the debris, and sighed: "I mean, you are not a professional nurse, and there are some things that can be done with less effort by a professional person."

Feng Jin put the fragments into the trash can, his eyes calm, but his tone was quite firm: "I won't send him back to that place again."

Feng Jin got up, took the garbage bag in his hand, and was going to throw it out. Jiang Zefei called him: "I just suggest that you consider your future."

Feng Jin turned his head, Jiang Zefei's shadow was reflected in his eyes, a clear light.

Jiang Zefei shrugged: "What's the use of you guarding him. He won't wake up..."

Feng Jin didn’t speak, but he tightened the trash bag and walked towards the door. Jiang Zefei hurried over and followed him carefully: "Feng Jin, are you angry? I don’t mean to let you ignore my brother, I just think of you. too tired."

Feng Jin shook his head in a soft voice: "I'm not angry, I know you are doing me good."

What's more, what Jiang Zefei said was correct.

Taking care of a vegetative person, his body and mind are exhausted to a critical point, and he doesn't even know what he is relying on to persist. However, thinking of Lin Yan's abuse at the nurses, he didn't want to send people back.

Jiang Zefei went downstairs to throw away the garbage. Feng Jin asked the flower shop to send a bunch of new sunflowers, then put them in a vase and put them in the room.

When he walked to the window, Feng Jin's sole stabbed suddenly.

His face changed, he hurriedly held on to the window, and pulled out a sharp white shard from the sole of his shoe.

It was obviously a vase that had not been cleaned just now.

It's really unlucky to see blood in the New Year's Eve.

Jiang Zefei pushed the door: "I've thrown out the garbage, it's snowing outside, let's go out to make snow tomorrow..."

Jiang Zefei saw Feng Jin's **** right foot at a glance, and his face became pale with fright, and he rushed over, "How did you do it?"

Feng Jin endured the pain: "The fragments weren't cleaned up, they accidentally stepped on them. Go get some medicine for me...

Feng Jin walked towards the bed with a tumor.

Jiang Zefei gritted his teeth, pulled Feng Jin's arm, put it on his neck, and directly hugged Feng Jin one by one.

Feng Jin panic: "Jiang Zefei!"

Jiang Zefei hurried a few steps, and placed Feng Jin on the side of the bed.

Jiang Zefei's voice trembled: "You... don't move around, I'll get the medicine."

Jiang Zefei hurriedly turned over a chair.

After a while, Jiang Zefei returned with medicine. His hands were shaking, and the pill box was deformed by him.

Feng Jin looked at him weirdly: "Why are you more nervous than me?"

Jiang Zefei was a little embarrassed, "It...actually I am a little dizzy and dizzy when I see the blood."

Feng Jin was taken aback for a moment, and put his feet inside, "Then I will come by myself, you go out and wait for me."

Jiang Zefei didn't speak, pinching Feng Jin's ankle, pulling his injured leg in front of him, and carefully taking off Feng Jin's cashmere socks.

Feng Jin's feet are very beautiful, not delicate, and there are a lot of cocoons, but they are better than fair skin, smaller than average men, and smooth and perfect insteps.

Jiang Zefei's his mother is a ballerina. His mother said that this kind of instep line makes ballet dancers particularly beautiful.

Jiang Zefei squeezed Feng Jin's foot, a little dumbfounded.

The faintness seemed to have healed all at once, and he felt that the red blood beads lined Feng Jin's white feet, a bit of a fairy tale depicting Snow White.

Feng Jin frowned: "Jiang Zefei?"

What is he in a daze?

"If you are really dizzy, I can do it myself."

There is really no need to make a fuss about this little injury. Feng Jin has been training martial arts since he was a child. He hasn't known how many injuries he has suffered, and he doesn't care about it.

Now that a little blood shed, Feng Jin felt quite uncomfortable when his feet were pinched in the palm of his hand as a specimen.

"Which way." Jiang Zefei sat on the floor carelessly, putting Feng Jin's feet on his knees, and putting on a red potion and wrapping gauze on Feng Jin. It is best to tie another one. It's ugly bow.

Jiang Zefei felt embarrassed himself, scratching his hair and smiling, "I'm sorry, this is the first time I have treated someone with a wound. I haven't tied a bow before, sir."

Feng Jin couldn't help but smiled and shook his feet, comforting him kindly: "It's okay, I don't think it is that ugly."

Jiang Zefei stood up from the ground and patted the ashes on his ass: "Can you still walk? How about putting you in Lin Yan's wheelchair for two days?"

Feng Jin was taken aback: "Why is it so exaggerated!"

"Yes, I received the wheelchair and went to the utility room." Jiang Zefei grinned broadly: "You can rest tonight. I will drag the floor outside."

Feng Jin nodded embarrassedly: "..."

Jiang Zefei left.

Feng Jin exhaled deeply, then turned his head and glanced at Lin Yan who was lying behind him.

Feng Jin stared at that face for a long time, and then leaned over, gently rubbing his fingers on Lin Yan's slightly frowning brows, "Why are you frowning... Did I forget to close the window and it was freezing to you? Up?"

Feng Jin's leg was injured, Jiang Zefei stayed here longer.

─Early in the morning, I came to the door with big bags and small bags, and asked Feng Jin to come and help him: "I bought a lot of ribs and beef. Today, I will make vinegar short ribs and beef stew."

Feng Jin flipped through the other bags: "Did you buy the hen? It's for Linyan stew."

Jiang Zefei frowned, as if he was aggrieved: "This is the freshest one I bought from the vegetable market early in the morning. You don't even ask what I want to eat. Just opening your mouth is Lin Yan Yan Yan."

Feng Jin looked puzzled: "Because he is a patient. What do you care about with him."

Jiang Zefei hummed: "I don't care about him, can I care about you?"

Feng Jin helpless: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Zefei laughed "hehe": "I want to eat the steamed fish you made."

"Okay. I'll do it."

Feng Jin moved the ingredients to the kitchen. Seeing Jiang Zefei also came to help, Feng Jin realized that Jiang Zefei seemed to be here all the time these days. Not only did he stay here for one night as before, but also seemed to be here during the day. .

Feng Jin was curious: "Jiang Zefei, haven't you been to the company for a long time? Didn't Lin Yang ask you to help?"

Jiang Zefei was choosing dishes. Hearing Feng Jin's question, he said, "Ah, don't you know?"

Feng Jin was a little uneasy: "What do you know?"

Jiang Zefei frowned: "Brother Lin Yang was swept out by Lin's family. The company has long been in charge of Brother Lin Yang. Now it is an uncle of Brother Lin Yang who is in charge. That old immortal thing has laid the foundation of Brother Lin Yang for so many years. All were completely clean! Brother Lin Yang is really dying. He has been doing his best for the Lin family for so many years. He has been so busy that he has not seen any affection from them. In the end, everything except tens of millions of debts. decline!"

When did this... Why doesn't he know any news?

Jiang Zefei gritted his teeth angrily: "The wolf-hearted beasts of Lin's family! Relying on the death of Lin Yang's father, Lin Yan is like this, Lin Yang's mother is a weak woman with no power to restrain the chicken, so she can work together to bully Lin together. Brother Yang. Beast!"

Feng Jin was so frightened that he almost slashed his hand.

"Where is Lin Yang now?"

Does he owe so much money? How do you live after being kicked out of the company?

Jiang Zefei smiled: "Don't worry, my brother has not done nothing for so many years. He still has some assets in his hands. If you sell the house and car, the hole can be filled. Basic life is fine..."

Jiang Zefei suddenly smiled: "I just felt unwilling for Brother Lin Yang. The country I had struck down was taken away by others. Hey, do you know? My brother's company had such a big financial problem before, it was me. My brother’s ex-boyfriend did it behind his back. Then he is now the largest shareholder of the Lin Group, and he asked the Lin family to drive my brother out."

Feng Jin's heart jumped: "Fu Ran?"

The author has something to say

Feng Jin:...No, why is he frowning? What's up with him?

Lin Yan: Why do I frown, don't you know it?

Take a look at my outline... the text is about to end! Sprinkle flowers! In the next two couples, President Jiang and Pippi will write to everyone one by one about their shameless post-marital life.

Fan Wai may write Lin Yan first. This pair of texts will end in... well, a terrible accident.

Hmm, it can't be spoiled anymore.