The Actor Wants to Divorce

The breath in Lin Yan's heart could not go away for a long time.

Feng Jin lowered his head, staring at his shoes pale in a daze, his shoulders tightened.

Lin Yan's heart "glanced" instantly, and his eyes were anxious: "Did I scare you?"

Feng Jin looked up: "What?"

Lin Yan frowned: "I was just... so fierce, did it remind you of something bad?"

During that period, he imprisoned Feng Jin by his side and tortured him both physically and mentally. In fact, thinking about it carefully, he and Fu Ran were half-hearted.

It's not a good thing.

It's just that Feng Jin is luckier than his brother and he hasn't been tossed to death.

Lin Yan grabbed the bandage on his forehead, and smiled pretendingly: "When you and Jiang Zefei were leaving today, I was really uncomfortable. Knowing that I am not qualified to be jealous, my heart is still sour, sore and painful. "

Feng Jin clenched his fingers silently.

He didn't want to listen to Lin Yan's words. Lin Yan, who thought about the vortex of the spring high tide, would drag him down if he got too close.

Feng Jin had been drowned once, showing that he had lost his life. He just wanted to stay away from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was still talking: "I know how bad I was when I asked Xiao Hang to get married and let you officiate at the wedding."

He can go crazy if others hit the mark, let alone play a full set of plays with Xiao Hang.

How sad Feng Jin should be, and he is still trying to prepare for his wedding.

His spirit went wrong during that period.

Lin Yan always thought that his regretful intestines would turn blue.

"Xiao Jin, I..."

Feng Jin stood up and interrupted Lin Yan's words: "I have something to do tonight, let's go first."

Lin Yan glanced at his watch, it was almost seven o'clock.

"So late, do you still have something to do?"

Feng Jin nodded: "Well, I'm going to Associate Professor Xu to help him organize some information."

Lin Yan frowned.

Feng Jin didn't care whether he was willing or not, anyway, he just informed Lin Yan.

Lin Yan stopped him: "It's so late, any professor will ask the students to help organize the files? You have to be careful."

Feng Jin smiled: "People are serious people, intellectuals, don't think about it, let alone, who can hurt me?"

Lin Yan nodded thoughtfully, and his heart began to sour again.

Oh, just an associate professor.

What's so great.

I heard that the academics are all middle-aged uncles with bald generals.

Feng Jin has been dating his handsome guy with eight pack abs, and he certainly can't appreciate the kind of old-fashioned pedagogy.

Feng Jin didn't know what Lin Yannao had made up. He packed up his things: "Then I'm leaving."

Lin Yan escorted him out and saw him entering the elevator. After a long time, he lowered his head and returned to the house.

Lin Yan's heart was empty when Feng Jin left.

The whole person is simply restless.

The more he thought about it, the more things went wrong.

Feng Jin is a freshman who just started school. He was in class only the first day yesterday. The professor put the students under his hands to use it. Why did he call Feng Jin to go?

Going to organize files at night? Isn’t it possible during the day?

He...won't he really be interested in Feng Jin, right?

Lin Yan "gawked" his heart, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

Is this okay?

If you are not afraid of hooligans, you are afraid that hooligans are educated.

Feng Jin must suffer.

Lin Yan couldn't sit still anymore, carrying his coat, putting it on casually, and ran downstairs looking for Feng Jin.

As soon as he ran out of the apartment building, he saw Feng Jin standing on the side of the road with a black Land Rover parked in front of him.

The door opened, and a man in his early thirties walked out of it.

The facial features are not sharp, but rather bookish, gentle and gentle, with black hair. The upper body is a simple white shirt without a tie. The hem of the shirt is tucked into the thin waist, and the lower body is black trousers and leather shoes.

The whole person is clean and very comfortable.

He... is the Associate Professor Xu Feng Jin said?

How can a professor be so young and so...

Lin Yan frowned, as if he had eaten lemon, it was so sour that he nauseated.

The man passed the two folders in his hand to Feng Jin.

Lin Yan watched as Feng Jin nodded at him with some admiration and respect.

Lin Yan's eyes turned red in an instant.

He knew that this man was uneasy and kind to Xiao Jin! Seeing his family's Xiao Jin stunned for a while, his soul is almost gone!

When did Xiao Jin look at others with that look?

Not even him!

Lin Yan's fingers creaked.

Just waiting for the man to act on Xiao Jin, he took pictures to leave evidence, and went to school tomorrow to report that he had no moral ethics.

But to Lin Yan's disappointment, Associate Professor Xu just smiled and said something to Feng Jin, then pulled the car door to sit in and drove the car away.

─I haven't overstepped the rules of teachers and students.

Feng Jin stood there silently, watching the car go away. It took a long time before he hugged the things in his arms and walked across the street.

Lin Yan's heart suddenly alarmed.

Jiang Zefei is fine.

Feng Jin didn't like him at all, Jiang Zefei was just doing something else. Feng Jin's attitude was placed here, and he would never be a threat.

But what about the surname Xu?

Feng Jin's smile at him was real, and the look in his zealous eyes was also real... and whether it was compared with him or Jiang Zefei, the older man seemed more mature and stable.

Still an associate professor.

Feng Jin has longed for school since he was a child.

Lin Yan had a cold heart.

Finally at this moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of panic and crisis.

That feeling is not as simple as that he has lost an important thing.

Instead, watching this baby that once belonged to you was taken away by another person a little bit, you can't hug him anymore, own him, he kicked you out from the only place in my heart, and then stuffed another person in , Full of Dangdang...

Lin Yan could barely breathe. He didn't know how he got back to the apartment. Feng Jin saw that the man's eyes were too blazing, burning every nerve of Lin Yan, keeping him awake all night.

He couldn't help dialing Feng Jin's cell phone before it turned on the next morning.

Feng Jin's phone number was called five or six times before being connected.

"What's the matter..." Feng Jin's voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Yan's brain was hot: "Why are you taking so long to answer the phone? Is there anyone else on your side?"

If it was the surname Xu, Feng Jin would certainly not be able to answer the phone.

Feng Jin muttered vaguely: "I am at home alone, so who can be..."

"Then you won't answer my call?"

Feng Jin: "...It's half past four in the morning. Normal people are sleeping. What's wrong with you?"

Lin Yan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and then replied with a dull voice, "I didn't sleep all night."

"how?"

Lin Yan couldn't say that he ate acetic acid, so he could only say: "My brother's business. Are you coming to pick me up?"

Feng Jin was already sober, and his voice began to become clear: "Can you drive by yourself?"

"I have a leg injury."

"That's the driver."

Lin Yan twisted his eyebrows: "I don't want to be seen as if I'm crippled."

Feng Jin helpless: "I am also a human."

Lin Yan was stubborn, with a deep and powerful voice: "You are different. In front of you, I can feel embarrassed."

Feng Jin was taken aback, and then said: "I will pick you up in a while."

Lin Yan stopped him: "I want to eat the spring rolls you made."

Feng Jin had a headache: "Your brother's funeral, you are in the mood to eat spring rolls."

Lin Yan chuckled: "Life is going to go on. If I break my body again, Lin's family will really count on it."

Feng Jin was woken up early in the morning, and he was really not in the mood to help him fry the spring rolls.

Lin Yan smiled and said, "Also."

At seven o'clock exactly, Feng Jin stepped into Lin Yang's apartment, dressed in black clothing, and took Lin Yan to attend Lin Yang's funeral.

The funeral was held in the villa of Jinmo City.

Lin Yan didn't stop, his brother was married to Jinmocheng, and he left a suicide note. The deceased was the big one, so he didn't want to interfere with Jinmocheng's arrangements.

He was just uncomfortable, he didn't even see his brother the last time.

On the day of Lin Yang's death, the body was sent to the funeral home for cremation. Jin Mocheng said that in the end of Lin Yang's life, his whole person was tortured by the illness and it was very ugly. Lin Yang specially asked him not to hold the farewell ceremony.

Deal with everything in a low-key manner.

So today you can only see Lin Yang's urn.

─The man of Mi Baji was packed in such a small pitch black box. As soon as Lin Yan arrived at the scene, tears could not help but burst out. He clenched his teeth hard, did he not cry after all, and rushed to Jin Mocheng. After the busy reception came to mourn the guests.

Feng Jin swept around in the crowd.

Did not see Fu Ran.

Will he come over today?

At 12 noon, Jinmocheng and Lin Yan sent Lin Yang's ashes to the cemetery for burial.

The cemetery was a little far away, and the bus drove around for more than an hour before stopping at the Jiangshan cemetery.

After Lin Yang was buried, everyone bowed their heads in silent mourning for three minutes. When Feng Jin looked back, they saw a person standing not far away.

It's Fu Ran.

He actually came.

Feng Jin's heart throbbed wildly.

He walked toward this side step by step, but was stopped by the Jin family's bodyguard.

Fu Ran's red eyes tried to rush over several times, but his arm was pressed by the bodyguard, dragged away severely, and then thrown under a tree in the distance.

Fu Ran struggled to get up from the ground. He was dressed in black and pale but looked like a ghost. He looked at Lin Yang's tomb with crimson eyes and knelt on the outside of the crowd.

This man who was supposed to be the closest to Lin Yang, didn't even have a chance to give Lin Yang a bunch of flowers at this moment.

Maybe this is Lin Yan's purpose for Fu Ran to come over today.

If you can't give your beloved one the last time, you can't come to worship, you can't talk to him, all this is enough to make Fu Ranyong live in pain.

After the funeral, Lin Yan and Jinmocheng were the last to leave.

Jin Mocheng hired a bodyguard and looked at Lin Yang's tomb for twenty-four hours without giving Fu Ran a step closer.

The white chrysanthemum that Fu Ran brought was crushed by Jin Mocheng and crushed: "You are also worthy to mourn Xiao Yang, don't disgust him."

Lin Yan nodded to Jin Mocheng: "Brother, you go back first."

Jin Mocheng pulled his tie and turned away.

Lin Yan lowered his head and looked at Fu Ran, whose face was gray, and then slowly squatted down in front of him.

He took something out of his pocket and handed it to Fu Ran to see.

It is that phone.

Fu Ran's eyes turned red, and his fingers trembling to grab the phone.

The voice trembled: "I..."

Lin Yan took the phone back and held it above his head.

"I kowtow." Lin Yan sneered, "I'll give it to you if I kowtow."

Without any hesitation, Fu Ran immediately leaned down and knocked several times. His voice was hoarse: "I beg you...give me the phone, I beg

Xiao Yang left, leaving him nothing, the phone contains the most precious memories of him and Xiao Yang...

Lin Yan grabbed Fu Ran's hair and raised his head severely. Looking at Fu Ran's red forehead and the look of imploring, he smiled: "For the sake of your good attitude, the phone is still Here you are."

He held the phone in front of Fu Ran.

Fu Ran smiled hurriedly, his eyes flushed red, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The old cell phone fell into Fu Ran's palm.

He was gripped tightly all at once.

Lin Yan got up and clapped his hands, as if remembering something: "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, all the photos, text messages, videos..."

Lin Yan hooked out a kind smile: "I deleted everything."

The author has something to say

I found...Fu Ran, I seem to be the cruelest person in San Gong.

After all, torture is really powerful.

Don't feel sorry for him, what he did to Lin Yang directly led to Lin Yang's death, so he really deserves it.

Lin Yang: Don't worry, let others abuse him first, and when the abuse is enough, I will appear again.