The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Yan's shoulders suddenly stiffened, and he slowly raised his head, looking at Feng Jin in disbelief.

"Xiao Jin..."

He was wearing a bandage on his head, rubbing the skin on his nose, and squeezing himself on the sofa with a body about 1.8 meters tall, looking a little pitiful.

Not long after he woke up from a coma, he was told that the company was gone, his father was gone, and his elder brother who had been an idol since he was a child was gone, and he was framed and stabbed by his relatives.

Feng Jin could hardly control his pity and sympathy for him.

Lin Yan looked at him and stood up: "Why are you back?"

He is not with Jiang Zefei...

Feng Jin said calmly: "I have already spoken to Jiang Zefei. I know that you did not do what happened last night."

He even knew a few scars and moles on Lin Yan's body, and Feng Jin knew at a glance whether he had lied.

Lin Yan's eyes were bright, his expression was obviously a little excited and joyful, he pressed Chun tightly, and the corners of his lips could not be suppressed upward.

"Xiao Jin, you..."

Feng Jin frowned: "Go and deal with the injury on your leg."

Feng Jin's words are now more useful to Lin Yan than the imperial edict, and he nodded immediately, looking for medicine with a tumor.

Feng Jin hurriedly grabbed him: "Forget it, sit down and I'll find it for you."

Jiang Zefei kicked Lin Yan's knee.

A large piece of blue-purple.

Lin Yan originally wondered if Feng Jin would help himself with medicine, but Feng Jin obviously didn't mean to do that. He put the medicine in front of him: "I'm going to make some breakfast. You take care of it yourself."

Lin Yan was extremely disappointed.

He stopped Feng Jin: "You won't be with Jiang Zefei anymore, will you?"

Feng Jin nodded: "Yes, but I won't be with you either."

Lin Yan's face whitened violently, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

Feng Jin went to the kitchen, and the voice of Ding Ding Dong Dong came quickly.

Lin Yan lowered his head and silently put the medicated wine on his knees.

It hurts.

His heart hurts along with it.

After applying the medicine, Lin Yan went to the kitchen to find Feng Jin: "I'll help you."

Feng Jin turned his head: "No, you should rest."

"No." Lin Yan's face was a little pale: "Tomorrow is my brother's funeral, there are still things to be busy this afternoon."

Speaking of Lin Yang, Feng Jin's eyes darkened.

"Are you really going to let Fu Ran go to the funeral?"

Lin Yan put the tomatoes on the cutting board, gestured twice with a knife, frowning: "It means Jinmocheng."

Feng Jin said: "I heard that Gu Ge said that Fu Ran didn't plan to participate."

Gu Qingrang said that Fu Ran was in his current state, and the funeral could be held directly with the incense.

Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Shrinking head tortoise, is it really something people look down on."

Feng Jin was puzzled: "Speaking of which, how could your brother marry Jin Mocheng?"

Lin Yan: "Who knows."

Even if Lin Yan was a second-generation ancestor, but his cooking skills were good, he skillfully cut the tomatoes into small pieces, then put them in boiling water and peeled them, and then fried a plate of tomatoes and eggs.

In the end, it turned out that Feng Jin kicked him off.

Feng Jin looked at him with a tumor and a turn, his head and his face hurt. He was busy in the kitchen and couldn't help but said, "Can you not fight with others in the future?"

Lin Yan: "Huh?"

Feng Jin was a little embarrassed: "Especially...for me or something."

─Chao was bitten by a snake for ten years and feared the rope.

He was really afraid of the only seedling in Lin's family because he had broken it.

He can't bear this responsibility, and I'm sorry Brother Lin Yang.

Lin Yan stared at Feng Jin, then smiled: "Okay, I will listen to you."

After eating, Lin Yan began to deal with his brother's relics.

─He packed all the old clothes and daily necessities into the bag, ready to throw it away. It's better not to keep it.

Lin Yang was ill and moved here in a hurry. There are not many things left here. The trouble is at home. He doesn't know how to tell his mother.

He happens to be, his brother...

In addition to clothes, Lin Yang also has some private collections. Lin Yan contacted his assistant and asked him to come and take the things away and prepare to sell them.

In the bedside table, Lin Yan found an old mobile phone.

It was carefully hidden in a box, wrapped in a blue handkerchief, thinking it was his brother's treasure.

Ten years ago, smart phones were not popularized. The old phone case was lacquered and in tatters. Lin Yan found a charger after tumbling over the cabinet. After working for more than half an hour, he finally opened the phone.

That was the first time Lin Yan saw Lin Yang's photos as a teenager.

Lin Yang doesn't like taking pictures, and even his family portrait is very reluctant to take pictures. When Lin Yang was sixteen or seventeen, he was still young and didn't have much memory of Lin Yang at that age.

In these photos, there are Lin Yang in school uniform doing homework in the classroom, Lin Yang secretly hiding under the desk reading a comic book, Lin Yang in an Internet cafe playing games with headphones, and one hand. Lin Yang, who was swallowing clouds with a beer and cigarettes in one hand, also had a photo of Lin Yang's English test paper, which actually only scored 17 points.

Lin Yan let out a "pouch" and couldn't help laughing.

He called Feng Jin over and showed him the picture of Lin Yang smoking: "When I smoked for the first time at the age of eighteen, my brother held three trials at home and criticized me and detained me for two months. Pocket money, look at himself... Tsk, if it weren’t for these photos, I would really treat my brother as a good student, a good boy."

At this age, his brother is at most a freshman and sophomore. He smokes and drinks and goes to Internet cafes, which is much more bull-breaking than he was at that time.

At least he didn't have a shameful score of 17 in the English test.

Feng Jin also felt surprised.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yang, who is a career elite, was a wild boy who caused headaches in the past.

Feng Jin glanced at Lin Yan: "No wonder you are brothers."

─One knows the bad, the other secretly bad.

No one loses.

Feng Jin was even more curious: "Who took this picture?"

"My brother is so handsome, maybe some idiot secretly photographed him, it's really abnormal."

Lin Yan turned over a dozen photos later, and when he saw the people inside, he sneered: "It turned out to be this dead pervert."

Feng Jin tilted his head and glanced at him, and was stunned for an instant.

It was a selfie photo of Fu Ran and Lin Yang.

The young Fu Ran and the young Lin Yang hooked up their shoulders, behind which was the steaming hot pot.

In the future, there will be more and more pictures of the two people, and they will become more and more intimate.

Lin Yan's face became more and more gloomy.

He now finally knows why his brother is holding this phone so treasured.

It's a pity that Fu Ran deserves his brother's love for that beast.

Lin Yan turned his head and glanced at Feng Jin: "You just said, Fu Ran doesn't plan to come to my brother's funeral?"

"Ok."

Lin Yan sneered.

He picked a photo of Fu Ran and Lin Yang, took it with his mobile phone, and sent it to Jiang Yichen's WeChat.

[Let Fu Ran look at the photo. 】

─Minutes later, Fu Ran called directly.

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows, pressed the speakerphone, and let Feng Jin listen together.

Fu Ran's voice jumped out of the earpiece in a panic, and the voice trembled, as if it was blown to pieces by a strong wind.

"Where did you find this picture?"

Lin Yan: "A cell phone my brother left behind, an old version of Nokia. There are many pictures in it...all of them were taken with you when my brother was a teenager. It's really something to miss."

Fu Ran's breathing was rapid and his voice hoarse: "Dark me, daz me the photo..."

Lin Yan smiled: "Dark you? Why should I dare you? I'm going to delete all these photos now."

Fu Ran suddenly shouted, "No!"

"Lin Yan, I beg you, don't delete, don't delete..."

Fu Ran's voice was dyed with deep crying.

Feng Jin's face was pale, and his head dropped a little bit.

Lin Yan turned off his hands-free and put the phone to his ear: "I'll see you at my brother's funeral at nine o'clock tomorrow. My brother and I are waiting for you."

He said word by word, "Golf" biting slowly and clearly.

It seemed to make Fu Ran hear more clearly.

As he wished, he heard the other party's voice disappeared for a moment, and even his breathing stopped.

Lin Yan sneered: "If you can't see you tomorrow, you will never want to see these photos. This is the last memory left by my brother and you. You can do it yourself."

After speaking, Lin Yan hung up.

Talk time is one minute.

Lin Yan found Jiang Yichen's WeChat account and withdrew the sent photo.

He wouldn't even leave one for Fu Ran.

brute.

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