The Actor Wants to Divorce

Feng Jinzheng was stunned, and the milky voice came over again: "Auntie, my uncle fainted."

Feng Jin almost bit his tongue in shock: "Your uncle, is it Lin Yan?"

"Yes, auntie."

Feng Jin was even more embarrassed: "I'm not your aunt...Don't call me that."

Fu Xiangxi: "Okay, auntie."

Feng Jin: "..."

"I said, I'm not you..." Feng Jin shook his head and simply gave up the topic.

When he finished discussing with this child, Lin Yan was mostly cold.

"Is Lin Yan at home now?"

"Yes, he was sick, and now he fainted. I don't know what to do. Auntie, come here quickly."

Feng Jin no longer entangled with the name, he calmed Fu Xiangxi a few words, and then drove to Lin Yan.

He went upstairs anxiously, knocked on the door, and saw a five or six-year-old boy unscrewing the door with his feet on his feet.

"Auntie, my uncle is in the kitchen."

Feng Jin hurriedly ran to the kitchen and saw Lin Yan lying on the ground with a blanket on his body, which should have been covered by the child. Feng Jin walked over and touched Lin Yan's forehead.

So hot...

He quickly helped Lin Yan onto the bed in the bedroom.

Then went downstairs to buy anti-fever medicine, feed Lin Yan to eat.

Lin Yan's apartment is as messy as a doghouse.

The tables and coffee tables in the living room were full of take-out boxes one after another. The trash in the trash bin was overflowing, and beer cans were rolling everywhere. Fu Xiangxi sat on the carpet, looking at a bucket of instant noodles in front of him.

There were also some noodle buckets left behind.

Looking at Feng Jin frowned again and again.

He walked up to Fu Xiangxi and squatted down in front of him, "Are you always eating these?"

The little guy is growing up, so he always relies on takeaway and fast food noodles.

Fu Xiangxi lowered his head, holding the noodle bucket in his little white hands, staring at Feng Jin with pitch-black eyes, and said softly, "Because my uncle is sick, there is no way to cook for me."

"Has he been sick for a long time?"

"Well, it's been many days."

Feng Jin frowned. It's been many days, why didn't he go to the doctor?

If it weren't for this child, no one would know if he really died at home.

Feng Jin took the noodle bucket from Fu Xiangxi's hand: "Don't eat this, uncle, you cook." Why are you my uncle? "

Feng Jin smiled, "Little fool, there could have been many uncles."

Feng Jin went to the supermarket downstairs to buy some vegetables. When he checked out, he thought of Lin Yan, turned back and picked a fresh fish.

Back at the apartment, he simmered the fish soup first, and then hurriedly cleaned the living room.

Fu Xiangxi followed Feng Jin's ass, helping him pick up the trash and set up the trash bag.

If the average person sees Fu Xiangxi, most of them want to say that this child is really sensible.

But Feng Jin was in deep thought.

Children at this age love to play and play, like Fu Xiangxi's visionary, rushing to work, don't think about it, know that this is also a child who no one hurts.

Someone is pampered, who wants to be an adult early.

Feng Jin hugged Fu Xiangxi to the sofa and sat down, and stuffed the tablet to him: "You are not tired."

Fu Xiangxi shook her feet twice: "I'm not tired, auntie."

"It's Uncle." Feng Jin felt helpless.

Fu Xiangxi's trousers were a lot longer, and he rolled several layers by himself.

Feng Jin frowned: "Your Uncle Lin Yan is too much. I'm sick, can't I call a nanny to take care of you? And your clothes..."

If Lin Yang sees his son being taken care of by Lin Yan, he might jump out of the coffin.

Fu Xiangxi was nervous, "Uncle is very good to me, don't blame Uncle, I..."

Maybe it was because of the unsatisfactory childhood, Feng Jin suddenly read the anxiety and fear behind Fu Xiangxi's words.

"Are you worried, Lin Yan will send you back to the orphanage if he knows he is angry?"

That's why I tried my best to please Lin Yan, and didn't dare to say anything wrong with Lin Yan.

Even if the uncle Lin Yan is really incompetent.

The little head in front of me dropped a little bit.

Feng Jin stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his furry head twice: "No, he won't send you back."

"I don't believe it." Fu Xiangxi's voice was dull: "My father used to say that he would pick me up, but he never came back to see me."

Feng Jin was stunned, "Your father passed away. He didn't want you. Look, didn't he let Lin Yan come to pick you up?"

Fu Xiangxi raised his head a little bit and looked at Feng Jin cautiously: "Will you really send me back?"

"If he dares, I'll take care of him." Feng Jin shook his fist: "Uncle is very powerful."

Fu Xiangxi nodded his head.

Feng Jin laughed: "So you tell me honestly, how is Lin Yan?"

Fu Xiangxi twisted her eyebrows and stumbled after a while: "The shoes he bought for me are small. My feet hurt when I walk, and my pants are big. Sometimes I step on and fall. I can't eat shrimps. I just eat on my body. It will itch."

Feng Jin: "..."

"If you don't like it in the future, just talk to Lin Yan. He is stupid."

Fu Xiangxi nodded seemingly.

Feng Jin finished dinner, then went to the bedroom to take a look at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's fever has subsided, and his body is full of sweat.

Feng Jin pushed him awake.

Lin Yan only regarded Feng Jin as a dream when he saw Feng Jin.

"Feng Jin, why are you here?"

"You fainted, Xiang Xi called me." Feng Jin frowned: "Why don't you go to the hospital if you have a fever? If you faint at home, you will scare the children."

Lin Yan shook Feng Jin's hand with some expectation in his eyes, and his tone was cautious: "Will that... also scare you?"

The corners of Feng Jin's lips stiffened. He avoided Lin Yan's hot sight and pulled his hand back: "Get up and eat."

Lin Yan's eyes were disappointed.

Fu Xiangxi hadn't eaten anything good these few days, and gobbled it down at the table with his head low.

Lin Yan frowned, "Eat slowly, and no one will fight you."

Feng Jin clipped a piece of spare ribs to Fu Xiangxi, "It's not that you let him eat fast food, and you are sick yourself, don't you know how to find someone to take care of him?"

"Who are you looking for?" Lin Yan pouted, "I don't like having strangers at home."

"There are always friends, right?"

Lin Yan nodded: "Then you are fine, before I get better, please come and take care of him for a few days."

Feng Jin: "..."

How does he feel that he dug a hole for himself?

Feng Jin added two spare ribs to Fu Xiangxi.

Lin Yan watched as the pile of ribs was almost fed into this little boy's mouth, and his stomach went into flames instantly.

"He's just a kid, how much meat can he eat?"

Fu Xiangxi "huhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" biting the ribs: "I can eat it, uncle, I can finish this dish."

Feng Jin really pushed the dish over: "That will all make you."

Lin Yan: "..."

That is his favorite ribs!

Lin Yan glared at this Fu Xiangxi bitterly, and decided to wait for Feng Jin to leave, and then he would take his pants off and beat him.

Feng Jin stared at Lin Yan's fierce appearance and tapped his fingers on the table lightly.

Lin Yan immediately turned his head and looked over.

Feng Jin: "You have cooked fish soup in the pot."

Lin Yan's eyes lit up, and he hurried to the kitchen.

After dinner, Fu Xiangxi went to the sofa to play with the tablet.

Feng Jin and Lin Yan sat and chatted.

"This child, do you plan to raise it in the future? Does Jinmocheng know?"

Lin Yan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "What he said to do, this child has nothing to do with him. If you have to say it has something to do with it, it is also related to Fu Ran.

He went to change the name of Fu Xiangxi the other day, but was told that the father of the child must come to register.

He can't dig his brother out of the soil, right?

Lin Yan was full of discomfort: "When I think of his surname, Fu, I'm so crazy."

"It's nothing more than a surname."

Lin Yan hummed: "Fu Ran has already rushed to grab the child in front of me. My brother is dead, and he will not give up this child. If he beats the kid again

The idea, Lao Tzu chopped off his hand. "

Feng Jin frowned.

Lin Yan realized that he had said the wrong thing in an instant, and had violated Feng Jin's taboo again, and hurriedly explained: "I just frightened him, not really doing anything."

Feng Jin was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

He took out the phone, and when he saw the person calling, the corners of his lips couldn't help but tick.

Lin Yan was taken aback and saw Feng Jin stood up with the phone, and walked to the kitchen as he answered: "Professor Xu..."

Lin Yan's face turned dark "0 brush one by one".

Professor Xu, Professor Xu, does this Professor Xu have nothing else to do all day long?

Knowing to harass his family Xiaojin.

卄, I'm so embarrassed.

Can't get angry yet.

Feng Jin wanted to say that he was violent again.

Lin Yanqi's chest heaved up and down twice, and then glanced around and found a punching bag.

He lifted his chin; "Hey, boy."

Fu Xiangxi looked up, looking at Lin Yan innocently and cutely, "Uncle?"

"Go, get your math homework." Lin Yan smiled and touched Fu Xiangxi's head friendly: "Uncle teaches you homework today."

Feng Jin found this big and small around the coffee table after making the phone call, which seemed strange.

Taking Fu Xiangxi's trousers, he planned to go to the house to make his trouser legs shorter.

Fu Xiangxi is five years old this year. Originally, he could go to first grade at this age, but Lin Yan was afraid that he would not be able to keep up in the orphanage for too long, so he sent it to kindergarten for an additional year.

Lin Yan originally planned to use this little boy to get angry, but he didn't expect that he was wrong. He really became more and more angry.

Feng Jin, who was in the room, was suddenly startled by the roar from the living room, and the needle almost stuck his finger.

"How can three plus five equal seven! You can kill me with a single blow!"

Feng Jin hurried to the living room.

Lin Yan walked up and down in the living room angrily, Fu Xiangxi pulled his head and said nothing.

"what's happenin?"

Lin Yanqi's face flushed, pointing at Fu Xiangxi, his fingers were shaking: "I taught him for half an hour! He doesn't even know how many three plus five are?"

"Don't worry." Feng Jin felt a little helpless: "This kind of thing can't be rushed."

Lin Yan took a deep breath, walked to Fu Xiangxi, and counted him again with his fingers.

"How much is three plus five?"

"Eight."

"Then you write it."

Then Lin Yan watched as the little boy wrote a big "7" in the textbook.

Lin Yan: "..."

"Fu Xiangxi, is there paste in your mind? Fortunately, you are not my brother's birth! Our Lin family does not have you..."

Fu Xiangxi's eyes reddened, and her small mouth curled down, and she was scolded and cried with a "wow one by one".

Lin Yan angrily akimbo, "You still cry, you are embarrassed to cry, I will be crying with you, okay?"

Feng Jin quickly hugged Fu Xiangxi and stared at Lin Yan: "Okay, just teach it slowly. Don't forget. Brother Lin Yang has scored 17 points in the English test. What can't be done with three plus five? ?"

Fu Xiangxi threw himself in Feng Jin's arms, humming.

Feng Jin sent Fu Xiangxi to the bedroom to sleep, and when he came out, he saw Lin Yan smoking on the balcony.

"Lin Yan, you..."

Lin Yan pinched the cigarette, turned around, and suddenly hugged Feng Jin tightly.

Feng Jin's body instantly stiffened.

"Lin Yan, you let me go."

Lin Yan held Feng Jin tighter, his voice hoarse and low: "Feng Jin, don't you like that Professor Xu, okay?"

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Lin Yan: It's really hard for me.

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