The Actor Wants to Divorce

Feng Jin finally recovered from sitting in a daze, and while taking the car key downstairs, he called Lin Yan.

Lin Yan did not answer.

Feng Jin would fight again and again.

When Fu Ran's house was still fifteen minutes away by car, Lin Yan's phone was finally connected.

"Lin Yan!"

Feng Jin's voice trembled: "Where are you?"

Lin Yan's deep breathing sound came from the phone.

He was like an irritated lion, with uncontrollable whimpers and gasps in his throat.

Feng Jin drove the car faster, and his voice became a little bit crying: "Lin Yan, I beg you not to be impulsive...Don't do stupid things.

"Lin Yan, I'll be here soon, don't scare me... Think about me, think about Xiang Xi, we are about to have a wedding, Lin Yan's breathing has increased a bit, and his voice is hoarse: "Xiao Jin, you are driving ? "

Lin Yan: Drive slowly, don't worry, I'm fine. "

Feng Jin was anxious: "Leave me alone, Lin Yan, don't be impulsive, will you wait for me to find you?"

Lin Yan's voice became hoarse: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jin stepped on the accelerator again.

His palms were full of sweat, his heart was beating wildly, tension and anxiety oppressed every nerve of his, and too many things were stuffed into his brain.

How is Lin Yan now?

He has already arrived at Fu Ran's house. Maybe the two have already met. His assistant said that he was taking the guy with him. Did he do anything to Fu Ran?

Fu Ran felt ashamed. After Lin Yang passed away, he always tolerated Lin Yan. He didn't fight back or scolded him.

In case something should really happen...

When Feng Jin was in a trance, his reaction was slow.

The car turning left in front made him avoid it.

He felt that he was stepping on the brakes, and people still slammed forward, knocking his forehead on the steering wheel.

Fortunately, there was no bloodshed and no accident. Feng Jin took a breath, lowered the speed of the car a little, and drove away the messy thoughts in his head, forcing himself to concentrate, avoid \'Feng JO soon, Feng Jin rushed to Fu Ran's villa .

He got out of the car in a hurry, slammed the door and ran into the yard.

Lin Yan quietly leaned against the tree trunk in the yard, throwing the metal baseball bat beside him.

He lowered his head and shrank his shoulders slightly, not knowing what his expression was.

Fu Ran was sitting on a stone stool not far away, holding a pen in his hand, drawing something.

His complexion was heavy, and there was no superfluous expression.

No arms or legs.

Feng Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

He quickly ran to Lin Yan, knelt down on one knee, "Lin Yan."

Lin Yan trembled, and slowly raised his head, his eyes were scary red.

As soon as he opened his mouth, tears could not help but flowed out, and his voice trembled, as if an aggrieved child saw his parents: "Xiao Jin..."

Feng Jin pressed the back of his head and hugged him in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, Lin Yan... it's all over."

He hugged Lin Yan like this, and his slender fingers gently stroked Lin Yan's head, which seemed to be a kind of comfort and encouragement.

Until Lin Yan's mood stabilized again.

"What's wrong with your head?"

Lin Yan reached out to touch Feng Jin's swollen forehead.

Feng Jin held up a smile: "I accidentally bumped it."

Lin Yan was a little nervous, "Didn't I make you be more careful? Did you hurt other places? Let me see..."

"No." Feng Jin shook his head quickly: "Don't worry about me. You and Fu Ran..."

Lin Yan's eyes suddenly cold.

He glanced at Fu Ran in the original place, and his voice was cool: "I wanted to kill him. I came in with a stick, but suddenly I didn't want to hit him."

He and Feng Jin are married.

Lin Yan's eyes were red again: "He killed my brother, Xiao Jin, do you know... My brother could have survived. He made an appointment for the operation. The doctor said that the probability of success is very high... It was he who killed him? My brother."

Lin Yan got up from the ground and walked towards Fu Ran.

Feng Jin was suddenly nervous, pulling Lin Yan's clothes: "Lin Yan..."

Lin Yan smiled at him and rubbed his hair: "It's okay, don't worry."

General Feng Jin let go of Lin Yan suspiciously.

Lin Yan walked to Fu Ran's side step by step.

Fu Ran is painting.

On the drawing paper, there is Lin Yang's face, but the position of his eyes is blank.

Lin Yang passed away more than a year ago.

Before his death, the confrontation between him and Lin Yang was too tragic, neither of them accepted defeat, and suffocated them as if they were angry.

So much so that he threw away all Lin Yang's things in a rage, even the photos and the videos he usually recorded were deleted cleanly.

Even though he had sketched Lin Yang's appearance in his mind countless times, he still couldn't gradually remember what Xiao Yang's eyes looked like.

He has double eyelids, there seems to be a mole at the corner of his eye, left or right...

Fu Ran squeezed the pen tightly.

Lin Yan sneered and reached out and pulled the picture back.

Then he tore it to pieces without looking at it, and threw it on Fu Ran's face.

Fu Ran's face was pale.

Lin Yan bent over, hooked his neck, pressed his pale face, and forced him to look at himself.

"Fu Ran, stay alive."

It's dead, it's really too cheap for him.

Fu Ran's lips were dry, and his Adam's apple trembled twice: "Lin Yan, I'm really... sorry..."

"You should save your apology later when you see my brother." Lin Yan sneered: "Also, I will transfer to Xiangxi. Don't even think about seeing the child my brother adopted for you in your life. ."

Fu Ran's breathing suddenly stagnated for a second.

Lin Yan let go of him, and then left with Feng Jin.

Fu Ran lowered his head, picked up all the debris on the ground with trembling hands, smoothed the wrinkles with his fingers, and put them together one by one...

Lin Yan dragged Feng Jin into the car as soon as he walked out of the Fu family's door.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Feng Jin shook his head: "No, just bumped, it doesn't matter."

"The injury on my head is not sloppy." Lin Yan resolutely said: "How long have you forgotten how long I have been lying in bed?"

Lin Yan slightly lifted the bangs on his forehead, frowning: "Does it hurt?"

Feng Jin hid back, "Do you still remember that you were a vegetable in the past, and you ran to Fu Ran to fight without saying a word."

Lin Yan: "I won't look for him again."

Fu Ran is not worth his wasted so much time.

"I just blame myself, my brother is sick, I didn't even notice it."

Lin Yan remembered the last time he and his brother contacted.

Obviously his brother's voice was already very weak, and he called himself abnormally, saying that he wanted to hear him call him again, so many hints, he didn't even notice it.

When his brother died, he didn't even have a relative by his side.

It's so pitiful.

Feng Jin: "Brother Lin Yang must not want you to worry, you have to be fine."

Lin Yan took a deep breath: "I know, not only for my brother, but also because of you. I promise that I won't be impulsive in the future."

Feng Jin laughed: "Then what if you can't do it?"

Lin Yan shrugged: "It's up to you."

"Then you will be punished to help Xiang Xi do his homework."

Lin Yan had a bitter face for an instant: "Xiao Jin, you just forgave me. If you want me to help him with homework, I can be **** off."

"Actually, Xiang Xi is quite smart. I taught him. He learns very quickly."

Lin Yan pouted his lips: "Then why don't I change it?"

"The teacher must find his own reason."

Lin Yan smiled: "I don't care, you are my person. Since you have entered the door of my Lin's house, you are also responsible for the education of our children. Don't ask me for homework."

Feng Jin is still talking, Lin Yan has pressed his head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Okay, go to the hospital."

Lin Yan transferred Fu Xiangxi to another school, and asked a few friends for help, to clear up the relationship, and finally changed Fu Xiangxi's name to Lin Xiangxi.

In this way, this little **** and Fu Ran have nothing to do with each other.

Even if Fu Ran went to check, the name didn't match, he probably couldn't find his new school.

In the second half of the year, the boy will go to elementary school, and he and Fu Ran will no longer have contact.

Lin Yan did a great job in this matter, and he didn't give Fu Ran any thoughts.

Later, I heard Jiang Yichen mentioned that Fu Ran set up a charity foundation to treat domestic gastric cancer patients, and he was very busy every day.

Feng Jin was also completely relieved.

Get busy.

If you have something to do, you won't always think of the dead.

In June of this year, Fu Ran's elderly parents found Lin Yan, hoping to let Fu Ran meet their children.

Even once every two months is fine.

Fu Ran is the only child, and the two are honestly worried that Fu Ran will not be there someday.

Lin Yan did not agree, and Fu Ran's parents knelt on the ground and gave Lin Yan a kowtow.

Lin Yan looked relieved at the old man's face and agreed to Fu Ran's two months to see the boy.

In September, Lin Xiangxi started to read first grade.

On the first day of school, Lin Yan and Feng Jin personally sent the boy to school.

Lin Yan said harshly to him: "Study for Lao Tzu. If you fail the exam, call your parents. Lao Tzu can't afford to lose that person. Go back and open your ass."

Lin Xiangxi carried his Superman schoolbag: "No, uncle."

Later, the boy got full marks in the school exams and was praised by the parents in the meeting.

It is said that Xiao Zaizi writes well, he does not use pinyin in his writing, he almost recognizes all Chinese characters, and he can speak English.

For the first time, Lin Yan felt that the brat had given him a face.

But he couldn't laugh out of it when he smiled.

Do you have to recognize all Chinese characters as soon as you are in the first grade? Can speak English?

With this IQ, he still needs to yell at him and teach him "one plus one equals two"?

No wonder he couldn't teach the little boy how to teach him, as soon as he changed his title, he could do everything.

He was fooled by an **** kid.

Your uncle's.

Lin Yan clutched the broom that night and chased Lin Xiangxi all over the apartment.

Feng Jin came out of the kitchen with the boiled fish. Seeing that the two uncles and nephews had an uproar, he reluctantly put down what he was holding and went to stop Lin Yan.

Lin Yanqi's eyes reddened: "Feng Jin, don't stop me! I won't find him out today. I don't have the surname Lin."

Feng Jin smiled: "Wash your hands and eat, I will make you angry at night."

Lin Yan froze for a moment, thought about it seriously, and silently put down the broom.

There is no loss in this transaction.

Lin Xiang Xijing's little head shook.

Oh, uncle is going to hit aunt again tonight.