The Actor Wants to Divorce

Jiang Zefei was stunned by the hit.

His head "buzzed", and a warm liquid in his nasal cavity instantly poured down, and he subconsciously covered it with his hand.

His hands are full of blood.

Jiang Zefei is not an easy person either, let alone he has been afflicted with Lin Yan since he was a child, and now he is even more reluctant to make concessions on the issue of Feng Jin.

Jiang Zefei stared at Lin Yan fiercely.

Lin Yan rushed over, grabbed Jiang Zefei's collar and pulled the man up from the ground, pressed it on the door, and gritted his teeth: "If you let me see you again, and make a point to him, Jiang Zefei, don't blame me for causing your parents Go over there, without giving you a face."

Jiang Zefei sneered and pushed Lin Yan away.

He wiped a hand on his nose and sneered: "Lin Yan, what are you pretending to be here? How noble do you think you are? Who doesn't know what you did to Feng Jin before? Now pretending to be affectionate here. , Who are you disgusting?"

Lin Yan’s fists creaked, “I don’t care about the past, now I don’t allow anyone to hurt him. If anyone hurts him, I will definitely make him feel bad.”

Jiang Zefei was even more disdainful, and laughed out loud: "You are really embarrassed to beat Feng Jin's body and then become a knight again."

Jiang Zefei drew two tissues to block his nose, and snorted, "You don’t seem to be able to solve the problem in any other way except your fists. I’m really worried. If Feng Jin really followed you, you Will he be domestic violence?"

Lin Yan's chest was up and down, his eyes were cold, and there was a biting chill.

Jiang Zefei crumpled the **** paper into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and gave Lin Yan a slanted look: "It is because of your brother that your brother will worry about his untimely death. I don't know if he died. Don't look down..."

Lin Yan's brain "buzzed" and exploded.

Lin Yan almost lost the last trace of his sanity, and rushed to Jiang Zefei and raised his fist: "Jiang Zefei, do you still have a conscience? My brother has treated you as a younger brother since he was a child!"

His brother is not cold now!

Jiang Zefei and Lin Yan finally tore apart in the room. Not long after Lin Yan's legs recovered, Jiang Zefei quickly gained the upper hand.

He kicked on Lin Yan's knee, and Lin Yan snorted. The pain caused him to kneel on the ground involuntarily. His face was pale, and his forehead was forced to sweat!

Jiang Zefei pulled Lin Yan's hair and threw the person aside.

He panted heavily, wiped his fingers, his eyes flushed: "I feel uncomfortable even if my brother is dead, but am I wrong? If it weren't for you, brother would break up with Fu Ran.

Offend Fu Ran? Will Fu Ran retaliate against brother! Why do you pretend to be dead in bed and lie down comfortably for a year as a shopkeeper, but let Feng Jin and brother wipe your **** for you. How did you come here over the past year? How much do you know? "

Jiang Zefei's voice trembled: "I have no conscience? I didn't have a conscience. When my brother wanted to euthanize you, I wouldn't persuade him! What's the matter with you now! Who has no conscience?"

Lin Yan's face was white and red. He lowered his head slightly and gasped for a few breaths. If a knife was inserted in his chest, it would be very painful.

Jiang Zefei sneered: "Don't put all your mistakes on Fu Ran's body. If it weren't for you, Fu Ran and brother might have been married a long time ago."

Lin Yan's eyes were blood red, and he bit his teeth.

Jiang Zefei scanned Feng Jin, who was asleep on the bed, and looked at Lin Yan again: "Feng Jin, I won't let you go."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Lin Yan's throat trembled, and his heart was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Jiang Zefei was right. In the hospital, he lost his temper towards Fu Ran and Chao Ji Rulang because he didn't want to admit that he was the real fuse of his brother's death.

Because of him

If it weren't for him, his brother would never break up with Fu Ran.

How could Fu Ran give birth to resentment and drive Lin Yang to death?

Lin Yan hugged his head tightly, trembling all over, and his fingers made a red scratch on the back of his neck.

"Brother...I'm sorry..."

"I am sorry……"

There was only Lin Yan's depressed breathing and whimpering in the room.

I don't know how long it took before Lin Yan slowly stood up from the ground with a pale face. He walked to the bed with a bump, stretched out his hand to tidy up Feng Jin's clothes, and then covered him with a quilt.

Feng Jin's blush was red, and the end of his eyes was a little red from drunkenness.

Lin Yan's heart tightened. He stared at Feng Jin, his eyes soft and painful: his voice was hoarse: "I know I am not qualified, but I really... want to be nice to you. Xiao Jin, give me another chance ,OK?"

Feng Jin was asleep. He didn't know what Lin Yan said. Lin Yan stared at his calm face, sighed softly, and stuffed his hand into the quilt.

"good night."

Jiang Zefei did not leave. He went to the twenty-four pharmacy downstairs to buy medicine and sat on the sofa to treat the wound on his body.

After the treatment, all the medicines were put into the bag, and they were thrown to Lin Yan together.

Lin Yan was silent, opened the plastic bag, and silently applied potion to his hands.

─Neither Lin Yan nor Jiang Zefei said a word in the evening.

Two people were holding their heads full of bags, staring at them with big eyes. They couldn't hold it at dawn. One leaned on the sofa and the other fell asleep on the dining table.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Feng Jin awoke from a hangover.

He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

He doesn't drink well, and he rarely drinks. Yesterday he made an exception to take care of Lin Yan's mood and got drunk. Now his head is still dizzy, and the whole person is soft and weak.

Feng Jin bent over, grabbed cold water and threw it on his face. When he raised his head, he suddenly saw himself in the mirror.

The red mark on the neck is dazzling and clear.

He froze right away, and he hurriedly reached out and touched it.

Is it...hickey?

Or is it in this position?

Feng Jin picked up his clothes in a panic and checked other places.

He began to wonder if he had no strength and weak feet, whether it was a side effect of a hangover, or what someone really did to him.

Otherwise, how to explain this trace?

Feng Jin frowned, opened the bathroom door and walked out, calling out the two sleeping men in the living room.

"Feng Jin, are you awake?"

Jiang Zefei yawned and leaned toward Feng Jin.

Lin Yan suddenly jumped up and stopped in front of Feng Jin.

Like a wolf tightly guarding his cub.

"Feng Jin, listen to me..."

"Xiao Jin, listen to me..."

Feng Jin interrupted Lin Yan and Jiang Zefei impatiently, his eyes were fierce: "Shut up! All sit on the sofa!"

Lin Yan and Jiang Zefei were both taken aback.

After a while, Jiang Zefei shrugged and sat down.

Lin Yan frowned and sat beside Jiang Zefei in silence.

Feng Jin pointed at his neck: "What's the matter? Who did it?"

Jiang Zefei poked Lin Yan with his finger: "He."

Lin Yan's eyes reddened and stood up from the sofa, looking at Feng Jin: "I don't have one."

Jiang Zefei sneered: "Come on, if you have the courage to do it, don't you have the courage to admit it? If you have the nasty idea of ​​Feng Jinmiao, what do you do to pot Jinjiu well?"

Lin Yan clenched his teeth.

Jiang Zefei said to Feng Jin: "When I came, I saw Lin Yan took off all your clothes, and he was still at you... I was too angry, so I beat him-pause, you see that I am covered in my body. That’s how his injury came. I’m worried that he won’t change his mind and stayed here all night. I’m exhausted.”

Feng Jin's eyes fell coldly on Lin Yan's body.

Lin Yan's throat was blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

He breathed rapidly, his eyes became more blush, his fingers curled up hard, and his knuckles were all pulled out of bluish white.

Anxious and helpless in his eyes.

Feng Jin retracted his gaze, turned to the bedroom, and took out his coat.

He nodded to Jiang Zefei: "Let's go."

Jiang Zefei smiled and immediately followed him: "Hey."

Lin Yan's heart was violently painful, his nose was sour, and his eyes were red and frightening.

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his arm when Feng Jin passed by him.

Feng Jin frowned and turned to look at him.

Lin Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, red eyes shook his head slightly.

He didn't.

not him.

Feng Jin stared at him silently.

The coolness in his eyes made him feel frantic, as if he had been poked into a hole, full of panic.

Lin Yan silently pulled out a sad bitter smile in this gaze, and let go of Feng Jin's arm little by little.

Feng Jin took Jiang Zefei out of the apartment.

Jiang Zefei followed Feng Jin, whispering: "Feng Jin, I will move back to live. It just so happened that I didn't clean up everything. Lin Yan had no good intentions for you, I really..."

Feng Jin reached out and pressed the elevator button.

He directly interrupted Jiang Zefei's words in a cold voice: "Do you know why I keep rejecting you?"

Jiang Zefei was taken aback.

"what?"

Feng Jin looked at him calmly: "Because you like me, but it's getting worse and worse."

Jiang Zefei's face was instantly ugly: "What are you talking about?"

Feng Jin raised his head slightly and stared at him: "Love makes people better."

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Feng Jin finally had an expression on his face, seemingly regretful: "Then let me make it clear. I don't like you for framing Linyan, understand?"

Jiang Zefei widened his eyes.

He actually... knows?

Feng Jin bowed his head, took out a key from his pocket and gently placed it in Jiang Zefei's hand.

"Go and clean up your things from my apartment. If you don't collect them yourself, I will treat them as rubbish."

Jiang Zefei panicked: "Feng Jin, don't, I..."

Feng Jin bit his lip lightly and interrupted him: "Stop talking, I don't want to listen."

Jiang Zefei held the key in disbelief: "Do you still like him? He used to treat you that way."

"I don't like him anymore." Feng Jin's voice was calm: "He did do too much to me, but, as I said, in this world, only I can bully him, others..."

He stared at Jiang Zefei suddenly, his voice was cold: "...no way."

The elevator door opened with a "dingdong".

Feng Jinchong nodded, "I won't see you off, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Jiang Zefei and walked back directly.

When he and Jiang Zefei came out, the door was not closed. Standing at the door, he could see the scene in the living room at a glance.

Lin Yan was sitting on the sofa, his head down deeply, his facial features were not in a shadow, a bandage was still wrapped around his head, and his shoulders were slightly shrunk, looking like an abandoned pet dog.

Feng Jin stared at him for a long time, he was in that position, motionless.

Feng Jin took a deep breath, walked lightly in front of him and called him in a low voice:

"Lin Yan."