The Actor Wants to Divorce

The fascinated pupils became clear little by little, as if they were about to roll out the hot volcanic rock.

He quietly looked at what was in his hand, and 30 seconds later, he suddenly rubbed the pieces of paper in his palm, ran to the trash can in a panic, and threw it in.

His heart throbbed wildly, his chest was suffocated and painful, Gu Qingrang held on to the wall, his lungs were leaking as if he had been poked through.

I can't breathe.

After a long time, he sat cross-legged on the floor and turned the things out of the trash can again.

The slender fingers quivered, smoothing out the wrinkles and creases a little bit, and the clear writing on it also jumped to Gu Qingrang's eyes one by one.

The lips squirmed unconsciously, reading out the above word by word. [September 140, 20xx, sunny, I took Ayu to see brother Yichen today! The two people didn't talk when they met for the first time, and I was the only one babbling, and it was so embarrassing. 】

[20xx year, October 7th, sunny, today I saw Ayu and Jiang Yichen drinking coffee in a cafe... They didn't ask me to go together...]

[20xx year, November 6th, sunny, today I married Jiang Yichen, Ah Yu seems to be very unhappy, I talked to him, he ignored me, the wedding was not over, Ah Yu left... He doesn't really like Jiang Yichen, does he? ] [20xx year, January 4th, sunny, Ayu and Jiang Yichen secretly met... and went to a western restaurant with a good atmosphere, what exactly is he going to do? If Ah Yu really likes Jiang Yichen, what should I do? ] [20xx years, February 7, overcast. I can't stand it anymore. These two people are carrying me on their backs every day. Tomorrow I will ask Ayu out to go boating. If he really likes Jiang Yichen, I will definitely not let him go! 】

The diary ends here abruptly.

The time is fixed on February 7th of that year.

Gu Qingrang's eyes were flustered and confused.

Shen Zhiyu drowned and died the day after this diary was written down.

"I will never let him go..."

Gu Qing asked to stare at the familiar font on the paper, muttering to himself in a daze. There was a blunt pain in his mind.

He recognized this handwriting, it was his handwriting. He has a habit of writing, and he likes to drag the last stroke for a long time. Gu Qing made the handwriting after amnesia be the same. This diary will definitely not be forged.

"So... was it really me who killed Shen Zhiyu? It was really me..."

Gu Qing’s breathing almost stagnated, his head was terribly painful, and he wanted to recall everything that happened that day in February, but his brain felt like

A hole appeared, pulling down his consciousness fiercely.

Gu Qing lied on the floor, opened his mouth, gasping for breath.

I don’t know how long it took before he crawled up and sat up, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number and went out one by one.

"Doctor Lu, I want to do hypnosis again."

The white ceiling, bright piercing eyes.

Gu Qing slowly raised his eyelids, rubbed his eyebrows, and saw that Lu Qiyang, dressed in white, was writing something.

"Doctor Lu, I still don't think of anything, can you do hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis by itself is not effective for everyone. There is still a long way to go for human beings to explore this aspect. Don't worry, Mr. Gu."

Gu Qing made sorrow to death.

Don't you say you're not in a hurry?

The emperor is not in a hurry but the **** is in hurry!

He didn't want to carry a human life on his back. If the contents of the diary were true, it would be terrible.

He will kill people because of jealousy, but he doesn't know it. He still thinks he is the cutest big baby in the world...

Mom, is he the reincarnation of Satan?

Gu Qing made his mind more confused when he thought about it, and he heard the phone in his pocket rang in a moment of loss.

Take it out and take a look.

Oh, old acquaintance.

Shen Zhiyan's call.

If it were placed before, Gu Qingrang would be reluctant to talk to Shen Zhiyan again, but after reading the diary, Gu Qingrang could not be regarded as a person without Shen Zhiyan.

He is the younger brother of Shen Zhiyu, and if Shen Zhiyu really killed him, he would owe Shen Zhiyan a debt that will never be paid off.

Gu Qing let the phone go through.

Shen Zhiyan's voice was cold, and he asked straightforwardly, "Have you seen everything?"

Gu Qing let his palms clenched: "Why is my diary where you are?"

"Where do you think it is? The police station? Gu Qingrang, if the police hadn't seen your diary back then, did you think you would have been convicted of manslaughter because of insufficient evidence?"

Gu Qing's heart was pinched all of a sudden. He bit his lower lip, loosened his teeth for a while, and said with difficulty, "What do you want me to do?"

"Let's meet and talk, I'll veil you at the address time."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhiyan hung up.

Lin Yan had some wine tonight, and it was already dark when he got home.

The housekeeper came out and opened the door for Lin Yan, and his expression became more respectful when he saw the irritation between his brows.

Lin Yan, the second young master of his family, is an old man who has grown up spoiled since childhood and is alive and well. He is not as gentle as the young master Lin Yang, and is always the most difficult to serve.

Lin Yan threw his coat to him, saw the living room empty, and asked, "Where are people?"

The butler bowed his head: "In the house, I haven't come out for a day."

"I didn't eat then?"

"No, he said he is not hungry."

"Where is the medicine?"

"He said he was not sick."

The expression on Lin Yan's face suddenly became more ironic.

He raised his foot to the second floor and directly pushed open the bedroom door. The people in the room sat on the edge of the bed with their backs to him. Hearing the movement, he looked back and looked like he was bitten by a snake. It went down quickly.

Lin Yan walked up to him step by step.

"You didn't take any medicine today."

Feng Jin's shoulders trembled, and his head dropped lower.

"You are sick, how can you not take medicine?"

Feng Jin clenched his fists tightly and said in a low voice: "I'm not sick."

Lin Yan stretched out his hand, his slender fingers flicked Feng Jin’s hair lightly, and the lush white fingers were inserted and slid to the back of his head to stroke Feng Jin’s delicate nape, "Xiao Jin, stay on my side from now on. , Don’t go out and fool around with other people, you see, you’ve broken your studies, and you dare to lie to me.”

A layer of small goose bumps floated on Feng Jin's skin, "I don't have..."

"That Gu Qingrang sent me your medicine, and you still said that you are not sick? Xiao Jin, what did I say to you in the past, I don't like you to lie to me"

o Feng Jin's shoulders trembled violently: "That was before. I'm all better now. I don't need to take medicine anymore. What I said is true."

Lin Yan unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured it out according to the dosage, and handed it to him with one hand, while still stroking the nape of his neck with the other hand: "Hey, take the medicine."

His actions seem to be comforting a pet.

He didn't think of himself as a human at all.

Feng Jin looked up at Lin Yan in a daze. After a long time, he reached out and delivered the pills one by one to his mouth.

Lin Yan didn't give him water, the pill was dry and it was difficult to swallow. Feng Jin held it for a while, and directly chewed the pill down and swallowed it down. The bitter taste spread along the tip of his tongue, and the end of Feng Jin's eyes were completely red.

"Good boy." Lin Yan rubbed his hair with satisfaction.

"When will you let me go?"

"When you get better."

Feng Jin's eyes were dim: "My illness is cured. If you don't believe it, you can take me to check it up. The side effects of these medicines are so great that people will become stupid if they take too much."

Lin Yan smiled brightly: "It's best to be stupid. If you are stupid, you won't always want to run out all day long."

Feng Jin's face turned pale, his eyes a little desperate: "You love me, Lin Yan."

"It was true in the past, but now, you are not worthy." Lin Yan squeezed Feng Jin's chin and made him look at himself with a smile: "What kind of person does Lao Tzu want? I have to love you, a slender bitch. You too exalt yourself a little too much."

The last trace of blood on Feng Jin's face was gone.

"You might as well have someone beat me to death."

Lin Yanle said: "That's so boring. The prey has to be played slowly. That's the fun of hunting. Xiao Jin, let's come to Japan for a long time."

The icy slap patted Feng Jin's face with carelessness, as if hitting his heart.

Lin Yan closed the door of the room.

Feng Jin’s stomach was faintly burning, and the medicine he took on an empty stomach caused his entire abdomen to cramp. Feng Jin endured and endured it, and got up and wanted to go downstairs to find something to fill his stomach.

He lowered his head and didn't pay attention to the way. He just walked down the stairs when he bumped into a boy of his own age.

The man had a round baby face, dressed like a college student, and the clothes on his body were not brand-name, but very clean. Feng Jin also smelled the good smell of soap and washing powder.

"Sorry, didn't you bump into you?"

Feng Jin shook his head.

The boy smiled and said, "It's okay", and went upstairs "stared".

Feng Jin's gaze followed his back and saw that he stopped in front of Lin Yan's study and knocked on the door. Then the study door opened and Lin Yan walked out and rubbed the child's head. Gentle and domineering coexisted. Then, he hugged the smiling boy in his arms.

The door of the study slammed shut.

Feng Jin stared in that direction for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until the butler's voice sounded: "Mr. Feng?"

Feng Jin returned to his mind and smiled softly, "Who is that person?"

The housekeeper took a look, reacted, and smiled: "It's Xiao Hang, Master's current boyfriend, today their school is off, and Master ordered us to pick it up."

Feng Jin said "Um": "Did Lin Yan often change boyfriends in the past?"

"Yes, I used to change often. Our young master likes to play, but those people in the past didn't have to follow the young master for a long time. They were dismissed in a week or two. This is still very powerful. He has been with the young master for half a year. Well, I think the young master is serious this time. After all, the New Year is twenty-four, and it's not too young. It is time to find someone to settle down and live a good life.

Feng Jin nodded softly: "Very good."

I couldn't help thinking in my mind, half a year, how could he grow up? He has been with Lin Yan for many years.

"Mr. Feng? Are you okay?"

Feng Jin: "It's okay."

"Mr. Feng, you are the young master's friend, and you have to persuade our young master to be the only one."

Feng Jin was taken aback: "What are you advising?"