The Actor Wants to Divorce

Jiang Zefei was obviously mad about this, and gritted his teeth: "Yes, do you think this Fu Ran is ill? A husband pays a hundred days' grace for a day. My brother has been with him for so many years, he really can do it. Don't leave any feelings. Dog stuff!"

Feng Jin frowned: "Then...Does Lin Yang know?"

"Why don't you know, it was he who threw my brother's things out of the office with someone, in the face of so many subordinates of my brother, I have never seen my brother so embarrassed. If it weren't for my brother to stop him Now, I went up to beat him a long time ago."

"Brother Lin Yang didn't say anything?"

Feng Jin couldn't believe it, how could Lin Yang willingly let out such a big company.

"Say, I scolded Fu Ran to die."

Jiang Zefei sighed: "A man in his thirties, who has nothing to do today, do you think he is really willing? But my brother is really too tired and can't fight anymore. The other party is his ex-boyfriend who has been dating for more than ten years, I I found that he was always running to the hospital recently, and he didn't say anything when asked him."

Jiang Zefei put the picked vegetables under the faucet and washed them, and sighed again, "I really don't know what this family did in the past life. Both brothers did it like this."

Feng Jin frowned and said nothing.

He felt that there were many reasons why Lin Yan became like this. Now he can do nothing except take care of him, when he wakes up.

"I remember that Brother Lin Yang likes to eat buns that are baked. I'll make some later. You can take him with him."

Jiang Zefei exclaimed: "You can still bake bread? You are really a treasure boy."

Feng Jin's face blushed: "No, I was taught by Gu. That's the real treasure boy. Don't look at the guy Gu who is usually careless, but he can go to the hall or the kitchen.

Feng Jin said, he took out the flour and made some noodles.

When I was halfway through, I suddenly thought that the air conditioner in Lin Yan's room was not turned on, so I hurriedly washed my hands and turned on the air conditioner for Lin Yan.

While holding the remote control "tick to tick" to control the temperature, Jiang Zefei came in with the salt box: "Feng Jin, is there salt in it?"

Feng Jin looked back and said, "Well. The one on the left is salt, and the one on the right is sugar. You can taste it if you can't tell."

Jiang Zefei suddenly laughed with a "pouch", staring at Feng Jin's face and his eyes became very strange, the corners of his eyes raised, full of uncontrollable smiles.

Feng Jin puzzled: "You...what are you laughing at?"

"Your face is covered with flour."

Feng Jin said "Ah", looking embarrassed, and quickly rubbed his face with his sleeve, "How about it, are there any more?"

Jiang Zefei suffocated a smile, "Yes."

Feng Jin's face flushed, and when he put down the remote control, he was about to run towards the mirror.

Jiang Zefei stopped the person, and his slightly hot fingers gently rubbed the skin under Feng Jin's eyes twice.

Feng Jin Ergen was hot: "Okay... alright?"

Jiang Zefei's eyes flashed, then he curled his index finger and quickly scratched the tip of Feng Jin's nose.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Jiang Zefei had already retracted his hand, his smile pierced and said, "It's all right now."

Feng Jin's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, trying to say something, but in the end he lowered his head slowly and remained silent.

Jiang Zefei went to the kitchen happily again.

Feng Jin stayed alone, and for a long time he reached out and gently touched the tip of his nose.

The temperature there is scorching hot, some burn people's hands.

Is he blushing?

After a long time, Feng Jincai let out a sigh of relief, then picked up the remote control of the air conditioner again, and brought the temperature of the room to 26 degrees.

Then he went to the bedside and took Lin Yan's hand out of the quilt.

At this temperature, if you wrap him in a quilt, he will feel too hot.

Lin Yan's palm was a little wet, and when Feng Jin was about to let go, he was suddenly caught with his fingers.

When I looked down, I realized that Lin Yan's index finger was gently buckled on his little finger and curled up, like a holdover gesture.

Feng Jin was startled.

Is it normal muscle movement again?

He looked at Lin Yan's face, that pale and weak face, his beautiful brows were frowning, and he looked a little bit painful.

"Why have you become so fond of frowning recently..."

Jiang Zefei's call came from outside the door: "Feng Jin, hurry up and help, I can't deal with this fish!"

"Oh, here it is!"

Feng Jin grabbed Lin Yan and clasped his hand, then hurriedly turned and left.

After the beginning of spring, the weather is getting warmer and warmer.

Feng Jin is getting sleepy more and more easily. A second ago, he still remembered that he was lying on the sofa and saw the news that "Jiang Yichen and Gu Qing let the fight double into the police station are suspected of breaking up and breaking up", thinking about whether to give Gu Qing a fight. After a phone call, after a second, I somehow curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

After some time, he was awakened by a tempting fragrance, got up from the sofa in a daze, and saw a figure shaking in the kitchen. Feng Jin's heart jumped: "Lin Yan?"

The man raised his head when he heard the sound, with a happy and triumphant smile on his face, beckoned to him: "Xiao Jin, you little lazy cat, I made boiled fish fillets, let's try it."

Feng Jin's eyes were red, and the sun was dazzling at more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and he hurried to the man with his bare feet.

"Lin Yan..."

The light and shadow dimmed instantly, and there was no one in the cold kitchen.

Feng Jin tightened his breath, looked around hurriedly, his heart was squeezed and suffocated, he couldn't help shouting, "Lin Yan!"

He suddenly convulsed twice, and then he was completely awakened from the drowning dream.

In front of him was Jiang Zefei with a worried and complex expression.

"Feng Jin, are you okay?"

Feng Jin panted heavily and looked around, only to find that he was still lying on the sofa, touching his forehead, his palms were covered with dense cold sweat.

Jiang Zefei helped Feng Jin up with a heavy tone; "You just kept shouting Lin Yan..."

Feng Jin smiled palely: "I dreamt that he woke up.

What a real dream, he could even clearly feel the ecstasy of seeing him in the dream, the fear and despair after He Linyan disappeared again. Jiang Zefei held Feng Jin's shoulders: "Feng Jin, you are under too much pressure on yourself."

Feng Jin pushed Jiang Zefei away, "I'll go see him."

Lin Yan in the bedroom remained the same as usual.

Feng Jin thought of the Lin Yan who laughed and let himself pass in his dream, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.

Jiang Zefei's eyes lit up: "Feng Jin, the spring has recently begun, and the weather is good, otherwise let's go on a picnic in the suburbs for a spring day? By the way, help Lin Yanlong's father sweep a tomb."

"I'm not in that mood."

"It's because I'm not in the mood, so I have to go out and breathe." Jiang Zefei smiled, "This house is lifeless. How can I get sick if I get sick?"

Seeing that Feng Jin was still hesitating, Jiang Zefei ran to Feng Jin and acted like a baby: "Go, go."

"That Lin Yan..."

"There are many viruses in spring, and Lin Yan's resistance is poor. Or let the nurse take care of it for a day?" Jiang Zefei frowned, and whispered: "Furthermore, we two stepped on

Chun, it was inconvenient to take him. "

Feng Jin thought about it, and nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll call the nurse over tomorrow."

"Then I will prepare something for tomorrow."

After Jiang Zefei left, Feng Jincai took out his cell phone and clicked on Weibo to take a look. The names of Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang have been removed from the hot search list. There was nothing to find on Weibo, and Feng Jin almost doubted whether this was also a dream of his own, so he simply dialed Gu Qingrang directly.

"Hey?"

On the phone, Gu Qing's voice was dumb, as if he had cried.

Feng Jin said in his heart, "Gu, what's the matter with you and President Jiang? How did you enter the police station? Are you all right?"

Gu Qing made two cry over there immediately.

Feng Jin was even more panicked: "Don't...Gu Brother, don't cry, what the **** is going on? If President Jiang commits domestic violence to you, tell me, I will beat him with Shaolin Eighteen Changquan."

Gu Qingrang's voice looked embarrassed, angry and ashamed: "Don't ask, you Gu brother, I lost my face to the Pacific Ocean, and I blame Jiang Yichen for that stupid fool!

Gu Qingrang "oooooooo" on the phone: "It's all about what he said about the anniversary, it's going to be a little exciting. It's not like pulling me, a good boy, to play role-playing... ahem, you know. , Just like the police and gangsters, professors and students...cough cough, and then there was too much movement, and the neighbor reported that we were fighting..."

Feng Jin: "...Gu brother, you guys are good at playing."

Gu Qing let resistance to death resist: "I was also forced, and I strictly rejected it at the time! To blame Jiang Yichen! It's too showy."

Feng Jin smiled helplessly, "It's fine if you and President Jiang are fine."

"How do you say it's okay? I'm shameless, okay? You Gu, brother, I can't stay in the entertainment industry. I will announce my withdrawal tomorrow, and I will be the president's wife in the future."

Feng Jin also breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Gu Qing was okay.

Gu Qing asked Feng Jin to talk about something that he didn't have before he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he glared at Jiang Yichen who was sitting not far away.

Hit him with the orange in his hand.

Jiang Yichen caught it steadily, peeling the orange with his slender fingers, tearing it into small pieces and passing them to Gu Qingrang's mouth.

"Go away, I won't eat."

Gu Qing was very angry.

Jiang Yichen nodded: "If I don't eat, I will eat it myself."

Gu Qingrang gave him another vicious look and gritted his teeth: "We will sleep in separate beds from now on."

Jiang Yichen was helpless, "Gu Qingrang, you are too unreasonable."

"Why am I not reasonable?"

Jiang Yichen's eyes were deep: "You are so embarrassed to ask? You yourself have to pull me to play some role, and you are so into the play, shout so loudly, do it like murder, break three vases, and provoke the police. You blame..."

Gu Qingrang rushed over, picked up an orange and stuffed it into Jiang Yichen's mouth, blushing like a cooked shrimp, "Eat your orange! This...this kind of thing, don't talk about it in the future!"

Jiang Yichen grabbed his wrist, rolled over, pressed the person under him, and chuckled twice, "Hey, actor, this time I made a lot of sacrifices to preserve your reputation. I just withdrew from the Internet. Those hot news searches cost me millions. How are you going to repay me, eh?"

The author has something to say

This chapter is actually very sweet to me.

No one is allowed to talk about abuse.

(Otherwise, just pull it out and reward it with a red rose)

End the countdown.

Countdown to the unexpected.

Spoiler alert, it has something to do with the fire.

Author Weibo: Xuan Ye

The chapter of Ji Yanzhi has already put a beginning, you can go and take a look, the official one may be in February