Divorce Strategies For Divorced Movie Queens

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"The winner of this year's Academy Award for Best Actress, she is..."

The drum beat of the music suddenly accelerated, the spotlights flickered everywhere, and the host with heavy makeup stood in the center of the stage, holding a card the size of a palm, and paused for ten seconds before saying the exciting name.

"Han Xinyuan!"

The camera cut to another beautiful and moving face, who stood up gracefully and nodded around. All the guests and audience present took care of themselves before coming out of their seats and walking onto the stage.

The award presenter was Ming Lang, and the camera gave her a close-up of her holding the trophy. Her fair and slender fingers, with well-manicured nails, held the golden trophy and handed it to Han Xinyuan who had been waiting for a long time on the stage. The eyes met, and the bright eyes could almost drown people in it.

The scene was ebullient, excited fans yelled Han Xinyuan's name, and the TV broadcast magnified the tidy cheers countless times and sent them to Ji Chenli's ears.

Ji Chenli was lying sideways on the sofa with the wine bottle in his arms, watching TV with clouded eyes. She was a little drunk, and the picture on the TV became more and more hazy, but Minghong's hands were magnified countless times by the close-up lens. Ji Chenli had quietly observed those hands tens of thousands of times, and every texture was engraved on her heart. She wanted to pretend she didn't know each other, but she couldn't fool herself.

Ji Chenli laughed drunkenly, staring at the wine bottle to her mouth, probably because she was very drunk, the mouth of the bottle didn't go into her mouth smoothly, almost into her nostrils, she adjusted the angle, and finally drank the wine smoothly.

The pungent and stimulating liquid cut across the throat like a knife, and the stomach was burned with burning pain, Ji Chenli laughed while holding the wine bottle, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes twisted into interlaced ravines.

She is no longer young, and she is no longer the glorious actress seven years ago. This is how this circle is.

Ji Chenli was drunk, still holding the bottle and giggling, the main door of the living room was suddenly opened from the outside, and a woman walked in from the door, she glanced at Ji Chenli who was lying on the sofa crookedly, Meifeng frowned slightly, skipped her and went straight to the direction of the stairs on the right, just stepped on a step, paused, turned around and walked back, stopping in front of Ji Chenli.

"You drank too much." There was always no ups and downs in the voice, it was so cold that it was ice-cold, and even the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month was warmer than her.

Ji Chenli looked up along the two long legs wrapped in suit pants, and the face that appeared on the TV screen a few minutes ago came into view, his thin lips were slightly pursed, exactly the same exquisite, even the brows were faintly visible. The fierceness is no different.

"You want some too?" Ji Chenli raised the wine bottle, "This wine is really strong."

Ming Lang glanced at the logo on the bottle, Erguotou at 50 degrees, it's no wonder it wasn't strong enough.

Ming Lang bent down and snatched the bottom of the wine bottle from Ji Chenli's hand, and threw it behind him without looking at it. The bottle clanged and fell into the trash can right behind him, "Sleep."

Ji Chenli looked past Minglang, looked distressed at Erguotou in the trash can, stood up stiltedly, helped his dizzy forehead toss around for a while, and finally regained his center of gravity.

"Okay, sleep...sleep..." She stretched out her hand to touch Minghong's shoulder, Minglang subconsciously turned sideways to hide, Ji Chen staggered from under his feet, and fell forward on the floor.

Annoyance seemed to flash across Ming Lang's eyes, he raised his hand to help Ji Chenli, but retracted in mid-air, standing on the same spot like a wooden stake, still with that cold-faced and cold-hearted look.

Ji Chenli knelt down on the cold floor tiles, her stomach was burning with pain, she took a few deep breaths quickly, a fishy sweetness gushed out of her throat, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out uncontrollably, mixed with stomach acid All over the place, Ming Lang's favorite high-end floor was soiled. This floor was the style Han Xinyuan chose back then. When the servants cleaned it, if a speck of dust fell, Ming Lang would be furious, let alone now.

Ji Chenli swallowed the remaining blood foam in his mouth, bared his red teeth and smiled with all his strength, finally curled up like a shrimp and fell into a pool of blood, losing consciousness.

Gastric cancer was diagnosed six months ago.

At that time, Ming Lang was filming with Han Xinyuan in the desert thousands of miles away. In midsummer, Ji Chenli got the diagnosis notice in the hospital by herself. Under the scorching sun, she hugged her arms and shivered from the cold.

She walked back. Seven years ago, no one recognized the front and back who attracted thousands of people in the downtown area. The billboards and posters in the streets and alleys were all Han Xinyuan's elegant and calm smiles, and countless pairs of carefully drawn eyebrows and eyes. Brush staring at her, Ji Chenli is like a stray dog ​​with nowhere to hide.

So Ji Chenli thought back then, that year when she and Minghong were newly married and won the best actress trophy for the first time, it was also such a grand occasion, the overwhelming advertisements made the limelight for a while, and she wore several layers of masks, hats and sunglasses You can be recognized on the street.

Ji Chenli woke up again in the hospital, with pale walls and the pungent smell of disinfectant, even the high-end ward on the top floor of the hospital is no exception.

"Why did you wait until now for treatment? You have already missed the best time for treatment."

"Doctor, no matter what the cost, be sure to cure her."

"I'll do my best, but I'm afraid two-thirds of the stomach will have to be removed..."

The door far away from the hospital bed was ajar, and outside the door were two people talking in low voices. Ji Chenli was not yet fully conscious, and only listened to the general idea, as if they were discussing her illness, but she didn't really care.

Ji Chenli lived a sloppy life in this life, without father or mother, his only friend died a few years ago, and the only connection with the world is probably only Ming Xiao, but now it has long since become dispensable, death is still Living, to her, is just the difference between being able to move and not being able to move.

Ji Chenli hated the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, sat up and pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand, and was about to get out of bed when Ming Lang and the doctor walked in one after the other, just in time to witness this scene.

"What are you doing?" Ming Lang asked with a frown.

In Ji Chenli's impression, this woman seldom frowned when she was with him, and always looked bitter and bitter. Those who don't know the two of them look like certified legal partners, and they swear not to be married. The enemies of the two sides are almost the same.

"Go home." Ji Chenli said, "I'm not hospitalized."

Ming Lang stood in front of her, "No."

Ji Chenli looked up at her.

The two of them are about the same height, Ji Chenli is a centimeter shorter than Minghong, they are tit-for-tat, and they are not good-tempered characters. The little doctor is sandwiched between the two of them, looking up and down, shrinking his neck cowardly, "Miss Ji, Your illness needs to be hospitalized for observation..."

"I'm going to be discharged from the hospital!" Ji Chenli said again, throwing the ground loudly, there was no room for turning back.

"No." Compared to Ji Chenli's rage, Ming Lang is obviously much calmer, and there are very few subtle expressions on his face that can recognize emotions. After all, he is a person who is used to sitting at the negotiating table. Pushing Ji Chenli away.

Ji Chenli's hands were hanging by his sides, almost tearing the hospital gown pants on the outside of his thighs, he gritted his teeth and confronted Ming Lang for a few minutes, but was still defeated, went back to the hospital bed and lay down without saying a word, and covered himself honestly Quilt.

Ming Lang's tense face stretched slightly, and the edges and corners in his eyes softened a little.

"You go out first." She said to the sweaty little doctor.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, said yes, and disappeared in a flash like oil on the soles of his feet.

The huge ward was quiet, Ji Chenli and Ming Lang were silent to each other without saying a word, Ming Lang stood for a while, walked to the bed, pondered his words and said, "Why don't you say it?"

"Get a divorce."

Ji Chenli and Ming Lang spoke at the same time, their voices mixed together, it was hard to tell who said which sentence.

Ming Lang stared at Ji Chenli's face, "What did you say?"

"Let's get a divorce." Ji Chenli's pale mouth curled up in a weak arc, the years had left too many marks on her face, like a pearl that had been worn out, it had long since lost the charm of the past.

"I disagree."

"Minglang, look at how I am neither human nor ghost." Ji Chenli touched his bloodless cheeks, and chuckled lightly, "Minglang, I have been with you for seven years, seven years In 2009, I blocked all the knives she Han Xinyuan had for her, you are so benevolent, let me survive anyway."

Ji Chenli has never shown any weakness in front of Ming Lang, never once was the tip of a needle facing the wheat awns, but this time, she was really weak, her vitality and combat power were wilting at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a rose in full bloom, The thorns on the stalks withered, and the petals fell off when the wind blew.

Ming Lang stood by the bed without speaking, she rushed Ji Chenli to the hospital, Ji Chenli's blood was stained on the hem of her clothes, it dried to brown, and the hem of the windbreaker was also frozen hard , hanging lifelessly by Minglang's legs.

"You asked for the marriage back then." Ming Lang said.

"I regret it." Ji Chenli smiled ruthlessly, "Minglang, as long as you have any humanity, let me go. I don't want any money from you. I just ask you to let me die more comfortably."

Ming Lang seemed to be quite jealous of Ji Chenli mentioning the word death, finally there was a wave on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he said, "You won't die."

Ji Chenli smiled, and rarely refuted Minglang.

Probably because she has been in the position for a long time, Minghong really naively thinks that she can control everything about others, even Ji Chenli can't control the matters of life and death, so can she be able to control things like Minghong? Big joke.

"You won't die." Ming Lang paused for a moment, then said, "You are not allowed to leave either."

Ji Chen looked at Ming Lang's leaving back and couldn't figure it out. At the beginning, her marriage with Ming Lang was just a wishful contract. Now that her use value has long been exhausted, Ming Lang should have no nostalgia for her. It's right to kick her away. How come it's me who proposes a divorce, but she is the one who disagrees?