The Actor Wants to Divorce

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Lin Yang was wondering if he had hung up the phone, Feng Jin suddenly spoke with a gentle and calm voice: "Hello."

Lin Yang turned his head and glanced at the closed bedroom door, remembering Lin Yan's unsatisfactory appearance, and the sudden pain in his temples.

"Feng Jin, I have something to say straight, is it really impossible for you and my brother?"

Lin Yang sighed: "He is very bad now. At that time, he resigned from the company without a word, ran abroad, and went through the immigration formalities directly. He left for more than half a year, and he never went back once! My parents I’m so worried, Feng Jin, I know I shouldn’t call you on this call, and I shouldn’t be an outsider in your affairs with him, but Ayan is my own brother, so I just want to hear, you really are What kind of plan?"

Feng Jin's voice didn't sound too much ups and downs, "I didn't let him stay abroad and never come back, but... he and I are really over."

What he said was decisive, without any hesitation, Lin Yang understood it in his heart when he heard it.

My **** brother seems to have really tortured this relationship to the end.

"Feng Jin, I understand what you mean. I know A Yan very well. It must be that he is sorry for you. It’s just that now he’s living in a foreign country, either drinking or racing. If this goes on, he will sooner or later. I will play my life into it."

Feng Jin's voice was a bit low: "Mr. Lin, if you have something to say directly."

"Feng Jin, can I ask you and my brother to stay in touch for the time being. After the breakup, you can still be friends."

"No one would force his good friend to commit suicide." Feng Jin's voice finally trembled, and he gasped quickly: "Sorry, I really don't want to have any contact with him anymore."

Lin Yang's pupils were startled, and suddenly asked, "What if he really died?"

Feng Jin remained silent for three seconds before continuing to say: "The Lin family doesn't even know what to do with a funeral, right?"

Lin Yang's pupils dilated instantly, and the phone was pinched tightly.

After a while, he suppressed the ups and downs of his heart, smiled and said: "What do you mean, I understand, I interrupted tonight, sorry."

"Lin is always polite."

After dropping the four words lightly, the phone was immediately hung up.

There is no trace of muddy water.

Lin Yang's heart was chilly, and Feng Jin's attitude made Lin Yan mostly hopeless.

Lin Yan woke up in the afternoon of the next day.

He stared at a mess of hair, bare feet, headed down and walked out of the bedroom, and went to the wine cabinet in the living room in a familiar way, flipping the wine with "eyes dong dong dong".

"Continue drinking as soon as you wake up? Why don't you just hang yourself with a rope?"

Lin Yang walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, and saw Lin Yan, he was not angry.

Lin Yan turned his head and frowned: "What are you doing here for me?"

"Let's see if you need someone to help you collect the corpse."

Lin Yan looked startled, flipped a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, folded back and sat down on the sofa.

Lin Yang couldn't understand him like this, and sneered, "Lin Yan, why bother?"

Lin Yan's face was cold, like a layer of ice, and he opened the wine bottle without saying a word. He couldn't find the wine glass. He too lazily went to the kitchen to get it, and took a few mouthfuls directly from his head to his mouth.

Lin Yang smiled colder.

He walked to the refrigerator and tore off a note on it.

Pointing to the string of phone numbers above, sarcastically: "This number is Feng Jin, right?"

Lin Yan raised his head and glanced at the convenience note, without saying anything.

"Last night I checked your cell phone, the emergency contact above, you also filled in Feng Jin's number. Let me guess what you want to do." Lin Yang sat down opposite him and looked sarcastically: "You Do you just hope that one day I fainted in the apartment, or something happened in a racing car outside, and I was sent to the hospital."

Lin Yan's brows tightened a little bit.

Lin Yang continued: "Then the people at the hospital will help you contact Feng Jin... Feng Jin must be frightened when he hears that you are in an accident. The **** you did in the past can be completely written off. The two people are reconciled in the hospital as before. , When nothing happened?"

Lin Yan's brows were finally tightened.

He stared at Lin Yang, before shaking his head and laughing twice at himself.

After half a year of drinking and smoking, his voice sounded dull and dull, like being rubbed by a lithium knife, low and dry, how can I say?

Although he was not as exaggerated as Lin Yang said, deep down in his heart, he really blessed such a little fantasy.

His Xiao Jin is so kind, what if...

What if one day he feels relentless?

He just wants to return to him, and can give up everything else.

Seeing Lin Yan’s expression, Lin Yang knew that he had guessed it right. He scolded a couple of "idiots" in his heart, and then said, "Lin Yan, don’t waste your time. You are acting like you are in a TV series. People still treat you. Reluctant to forget, reluctant to let it go?"

Lin Yan's face lost a bit of blood.

Lin Yang stabbed his battered heart again: "You are now dead on the side of the road and eaten by wild dogs. He won't even blink his eyes."

"Impossible..." Lin Yan's eyes were red, his hands were shaking, and his lips trembled: "He likes me... he likes me, he won't be so cruel..."

Lin Yang curled his lips, "Really? A Yan, let's not tell you, I contacted Feng Jin last night."

Lin Yan's eyes widened in an instant, and he stared at Lin Yang blankly. After a while, he hurriedly jumped up, walked in front of Lin Yang, and hurriedly pressed his shoulders: "What did he say? He? Do you have any words to deceive me..."

He panicked like an abandoned little boy, lost his way in the huge world and the strange crowd, unable to find his relatives and the way back home.

Lin Yang's eyes were a bit playful, deliberately hanging his appetite.

Lin Yan's eyes were red and shocking, "Brother, what did he say? Did he say anything about me..."

Lin Yang sneered, "I said, he said that you are dead or alive, it has nothing to do with him, and let us Lin Jialing you have a funeral."

Lin Yan's face was no more **** in the end.

As if struck by a thunderstorm, the blood all over his body coagulated.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say "impossible". How could Xiao Jin, who was so gentle and obedient, say such a thing.

But he couldn't say anything, only broken and hoarse monosyllables were squeezed out of his throat, like a suppressed whine.

A drop of tears suddenly slipped from the corner of Lin Yan's eyes.

His knees softened and he knelt in front of Lin Yang. Brother, you are lying to me. You said, you lied to me, right?

Lin Yang sighed, stretched out his hand and gently touched his brother's head, his slender fingers fixed his hair little by little.

"Ayan, why are you struggling in this impossible relationship?" Lin Yang's voice was low and clear: "Feng Jin, he really put you down."

Lin Yan's nose suddenly sore, and his heart ached. He was splashed with oil, and his heart was piercing.

"Ayan, I know you have regrets and unwillingnesses, but it is true. Feng Jin has already put you down and lived his own life. You have been on the same spot for so long. Your parents are getting older, can you? Know something, don't ask them to **** for you?"

Lin Yan's hands and feet were soft, and the whole figure seemed to have fallen into the ice hole. He knelt on the floor for a long time, then got up and went back to the bedroom.

Three days later, Lin Yan emptied all the wine in this apartment.

He went to a friend's company and served as executive vice president.

Lin Yang went to the company for a tour before returning home. He was a little unsatisfied: "This company is too small. If you want to do it, I can help you find a bigger one."

"No." Lin Yan smiled softly, "I want to start from childhood, brother, I don't plan to go back in the future, the company at home needs you and Fu Ran to take care of me. I will be famous here. Head."

Lin Yang frowned. Although he was dissatisfied with his brother's decision, he knew the reason for doing this in his heart, and did not force anything. Just instructed, "When you have time, remember to go home more and don't make parents worry.

After Lin Yang left, Lin Yan stood alone in front of the French windows and was silent for a long time.

He drove to a tattoo shop.

Taking off his shirt, the firm upper body was exposed. The little monk who was tattooed on the collarbone had lost some color after being touched by him too many times.

He asked a tattooist to tattoo himself again, and then left in silence.

Gu Qingrang's "Clown Lover" was officially completed at the end of April.

The director intends to invite everyone to a celebration banquet in Hunan cuisine restaurant.

Gu Qing let the director hug his belly with an apologetic expression.

"Yeah, King Gu, what's the matter with you? The uncle is pregnant, or are you pregnant?"

Someone is joking.

Gu Qingrang tilted his orchid's fingers to wink his eyes, and learned the dramatic tone and opened his mouth tactfully; "Oh, old ghost! Do you know if they are pregnant, don't you know?"

The man quickly made a vomiting face.

The others laughed together: "Gu Qing makes you so sexy."

Gu Qing let this group of people hey, hey and hop away, and finally succeeded. He actually likes the excitement, especially his current coffee position. Wherever he goes, he is full of stars. Gu Qing makes this person very vulgar, he I like someone to praise him.

But not today.

Today is Jiang Yichen's birthday.

The man had all kinds of hints in front of him half a month ago, as well as a side knock to remind him of this.

Gu Qing made it impossible to pretend to be deaf.

Gu Qingrang went to the cake shop first, took the cake ordered, and then drove home.

The gift given to Jiang Yichen is also a cheap party fee. He asked Xiaomi to buy a pair of vegetarian rings from the jewelry store. The style is bad, and it costs fifty yuan.

Gu Qingrang is too expensive for this. If he were in the countryside, he might be able to get rid of Jiang Yichen by just swimming with a dog's tail.

Gu Qing hummed a little tune out of the elevator in a happy mood. When he walked to the door of his house, he felt warmer when he saw the warm yellow light shining from the crack of the door.

He stepped forward and rang the doorbell, waiting for Jiang Yichen to open the door for himself.

I thought that when the door opened later, I could give Jiang Yichen a hug of love, and the old husband and wife occasionally came to warm up love with the fire of passion.

But as soon as the door opened, Gu Qingrang froze in an instant, and the smile on his face didn't have time to withdraw.

Shen Zhiyan stood at the door with a smile, wearing his own apron and his own slippers on his feet.

"Agen, are you back? Come in quickly."

Gu Qing's face turned black for an instant.

Sweeping behind them again, Qin Su and Gu Zeming looked at him with gazes, and next to them was Jiang Yichen, who was embarrassed.

-Some notes

Regarding the recent plot, that is, Agen's comments on President Jiang from behind, there is something I want to explain.

First of all, Agen has never been a perfect person. In my initial setting, he is a money-loving, market-oriented person with a scent of fireworks.

He had a not very good childhood and experienced the unbearable memory of being subverted by his childhood friends.

During the seven years of marriage, many edges and corners of Arang were erased. I arranged for him to lose his memory, hoping that he could find himself again. I also gave President Jiang and Arang a chance to let them return to that relationship.

I don't want to use a mere positive description to describe any person in my pen. I hope he is three-dimensional, so I will let Ajan add a bit of indifference to kindness. For example, although he regrets his brother, he will not forgive Gu's family.

President Jiang is also, he is stubborn and stubborn, under the banner of being good for Arang, doing some more harmful things...

I hope they will grow up, redeem each other, and improve each other, not that this person is perfect from the beginning, he is affectionate, dedicated, smart, and high in emotional intelligence...

These are in the characters in the book, but those irritable, stubborn, stubborn, dead-headed, small indifference and ruthlessness are also what I hope to give them.

Arang's memory will be restored, and he will find it back a little bit for those seven years. I hope that day, he can smile and say to Jiang Yichen, it's okay, instead of falling into a seven-year argument again.

He really put it down and turned this page.

From the moment he accepted President Jiang again, those seven years have really passed.

So did Lin Yan and Feng Jin.

These two pairs, these four people, all started with the word "misunderstanding", but the misunderstanding is not a fig leaf. One sentence of the misunderstanding can turn over everything, when nothing happens.

So I don’t want to write a plot where the misunderstanding is solved and everyone is happy.

The hurt is real, and it will never disappear.

Above, some of them have sentiments.

Everyone must read the text happily! Be happy, don’t find it for yourself. If you don’t like it, hurry up. The list of books is full of good articles!

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