The Actor Wants to Divorce

After the last incident, Feng Jin and Jiang Zefei never contacted again.

How could Jiang Zefei text him at this time?

Feng Jin subconsciously clicked on the text message.

Pupils dilate instantly──

[Jiang Zefei: Feng Jin, I will tell you something...Don't get too excited. 】

[Jiang Zefei: Yesterday I received a photo of you, um...it's that kind of photo. Don't worry, I have deleted the photos, but Feng Jin, have you offended anyone recently? 】

Feng Jin's breathing suddenly tightened.

The phone was clenched, and the knuckles were shockingly white.

what's the situation?

Jiang Zefei also received the photos?

Lin Yan didn't know what he asked him, so Feng Jin answered indiscriminately, and then quickly sent back a text message to Jiang Zefei.

[Feng Jin: Who sent it from? 】

[Jiang Zefei: I don't know, it was sent by mailbox, I have never seen it before. Feng Jin, think about it, have you been calculated recently? This kind of photo... must have been taken by someone close to you, Feng Jin. To be honest, I didn't know you would be this kind of person before. 】

Feng Jin's breathing was heavy, and his mind was in a mess.

people around me?

In the past few months, there was only one person by his side.

Feng Jin subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Lin Yan who was talking to Fu Xiangxi.

"Uncle, Uncle Fu treats me very well, he bought a lot of things to haunt me."

"Shut up, don't mention the Fu in front of me, don't regret mentioning it again."

Feng Jin's brows tightened instantly.

Lin Yan seemed to have said this to himself.

That night, he said he was going to see Professor Xu, Lin Yan gritted his teeth with blushing eyes and said, "Don't regret it."

Then within two days, a picture of himself appeared in the mailboxes of Professor Xu and Jiang Zefei...

Lin Yan only felt a chill, and couldn't help but shiver.

Now Professor Xu has alienated himself because of the photos, and Jiang Zefei has completely changed his impression of himself.

Isn't this the purpose of Lin Yan?

Let all those who like yourself stay far away from yourself, the farther the better.

The phone vibrated again "dididi".

It was Jiang Zefei's text message.

[Jiang Zefei: You still have to be careful. There must be more than one photo in that person's hand. You have to be careful, and you will send it somewhere else next time. 】

Feng Jin closed his eyes, turned his hand off, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Lin Yan saw Feng Jin's pale face in the rearview mirror, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, some motion sickness."

Lin Yan frowned: "What did you just want to say to me?"

Feng Jin was silent for a while, then shook his head, "Nothing."

If Lin Yan did this thing, it would be ridiculous.

Feng Jin stared at Fu Xiangxi in his arms and suddenly said, "Can I go to your place to sleep tonight?"

Lin Yan almost used the accelerator as a brake.

He coughed violently twice, with joy in his eyes, "Of course...Of course you can! Come if you want."

Feng Jin touched Fu Xiangxi's head: "I want to accompany Xiang Xi, don't get me wrong."

Then Feng Jin didn't say much.

His mind was very disturbed, and there was a "buzzing" in his mind.

Back to Lin Yan's apartment, Lin Yan hurried to cook dinner.

Feng Jin turned around in Lin Yan's bedroom, then opened the drawer to start taking pictures.

Jiang Zefei is right. Only the people closest to him can be photographed. In the past few months, he has only had contact with Lin Yan, and Xu Xiyuan and Jiang Zefei have both received photos, Lin Yan’s. The suspicion is even greater.

If it is really him, there must be other photos here.

Feng Jin looked around in the bedroom, but found nothing, then went to the study to look for it, but found nothing.

Lin Yan told him to go out for dinner. In order not to arouse Lin Yan's suspicion, Feng Jin hurriedly arranged his study and left.

With simple three dishes and one soup, Feng Jin has no appetite at all.

The photo thing is like a heavy boulder, weighing on his heart.

He took a sip of rice in his mouth, and then asked Lin Yan in a muffled voice, "What do you think of my relationship with Professor Xu?"

Lin Yan's face became cold, "Very good, he is a good-looking, well-dressed hypocrite, who discriminates against his students in public, what kind of professor is that kind of person? It's good if he gets alienated."

Feng Jin squeezed his chopsticks tightly and glanced at Lin Yan with complicated eyes: "So you are very happy to see the relationship between me and Professor Xu become like this, right?"

Lin Yan didn't even think about it; "To be honest, I'm really happy."

He wished that Professor Xu and Feng Jin had nothing to do anymore.

Feng Jin's eyes condensed, and then he said nothing.

The picture was not found, and Feng Jin couldn't let go of his heart. After all, he was a star. This kind of thing was exposed, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The next day, Lin Yan had to go to the company to deal with the matter. Feng Jin took this opportunity to go through Lin Yan's house back and forth, but found nothing.

Feng Jin sat on the sofa and hugged his head.

If the things are not in Lin Yan's apartment, will they be taken with him and taken to the company?

Feng Jin was anxious, and after thinking about it, he went downstairs to call a car and went directly to Lin Yan's company.

Lin Yan was in a meeting, and assistant Xiao Gao invited Feng Jin into the office.

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Lin's meeting ends around three o'clock. What would you like to drink? We have coffee juices here."

"I'll just have a glass of water." Feng Jin put his jacket on the sofa, sat down, and glanced at his watch by the way. Two forty minutes, twenty minutes, should be enough.

Assistant Gao poured a glass of water to Feng Jin. "Mr. Feng, just call me if you need it, I'll go out first."

As soon as the senior assistant closed the office door, Feng Jin immediately got up, walked to Lin Yan's desk, and turned on Lin Yan's work computer.

Except for some work materials, there were no photos Feng Jin wanted to find in the computer.

Feng Jin sat down and turned down the drawers one after another.

In the bottom drawer, he pulled out a mobile phone.

The phone is also very clean, it can even be said to be a little weird.

It's like a new mobile phone that has just been bought and has not downloaded anything in it.

You can see the wear and tear of the phone, which is obviously used by others.

So is something deleted?

Feng Jin frowned, he carefully looked around, then stuffed the phone into his pocket.

It didn't take long for Lin Yan to come back.

Assistant Gao told him that when Feng Jin was in the office, Lin Yan was about to run with excitement.

He didn't even have time to put down what he was holding, and hurriedly said, "Why are you here?"

"I..." Feng Jin handed him a lunch box: "I baked some small biscuits. They were originally eaten by Jing Xiangxi. He hasn't finished school yet, so let's bring them to you first."

Lin Yan frowned, somewhat aggrieved: "It turns out that I didn't do it specifically."

Feng Jin took the biscuit back: "Don't forget it."

Lin Yan grabbed his hand and laughed: "Don't, I want it. Just after the meeting, I happened to be hungry, you don’t know, I didn’t eat at noon.

rice. "

Xiao Zhang, the secretary who was packing up the files, said "Hey?", "Mr Lin, didn't you eat Japanese food with Mr. Guo at noon? It was the seat I reserved.

It. "

Lin Yan: "..."

"Go and sort out the report for the next quarter."

Let you idle a lot!

Secretary Xiao Zhang left aggrieved.

Lin Yan scratched his hair and smirked at Feng Jin, "Xiao Jin, don't listen to his nonsense."

Feng Jin couldn't help but smiled.

Lin Yan Fengjuan finished the half box of biscuits, "Will you still give it to me tomorrow?"

"I'm not your nanny." Feng Jin frowned, "Okay, I'm going back, I'll pick up Xiang Xi from school later."

"Then trouble you."

Feng Jin shook his head: "No trouble."

Lin Yan turned around, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and gently pulled the corner of Feng Jin's clothes with one hand, and smiled, "Yes, after all, you are

That little boy's aunt. "

The tips of Feng Jin's ears turned red.

"He's a kid, are you also a kid? Follow along with him."

Feng Jin said that he was about to pull away Lin Yan's hand.

Lin Yan suddenly pulled him in front of him, grabbed Feng Jin’s neckline, and pulled him down one by one.

The tip of Feng Jin's nose almost hit Lin Yan's face.

The breath blended, and the warm breath spread silently.

Lin Yan's fingers gently stroked Feng Jin's cheek, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiao Jin, let's make up, okay?"

He was really fed up with this kind of casual relationship.

He wants to hug him openly, kiss him, own him...

He didn't want to see Professor Xu any more, Professor Zhou went around by Feng Jin's side.

"Xiao Jin, promise me, okay?"

Feng Jin's face flushed, and he reached out to push Lin Yan, but he didn't push them one by one.

He was instantly annoyed: "I hit you!"

"I don't care, just hit it. If you don't give me an accurate reply today, don't want to leave!"

Feng Jin was short of breath: "Then what if I refuse?"

"The answer is invalid, please try again."

"you!"

Feng Jin's chest was violently ups and downs, and he stared at Lin Yan's face close at hand, his breath was full of coldness.

After a while, Feng Jin's breathing gradually calmed down.

He stretched out his hand and suddenly held Lin Yan's face, and then took the initiative to kiss Lin Yan's lips.

Lin Yan's pupils suddenly dilated, and his brain exploded.

Just a few seconds after the initial stagnation, Lin Yan had already grasped Feng Jin's waist, turned around, and pressed Feng Jin onto the sofa.

He seemed crazy, biting Feng Jin's lips and neck frantically.

Feng Jin's pupils were a little distorted, and he lifted his head to breathe heavily.

Lin Yan kissed his lips, moved a hand to Feng Jin’s waist, pulled his shirt shirt out of his trouser waist, and spread his palms into his clothes.

The slightly cool touch made Feng Jin's body shrink involuntarily.

Slender fingers were inserted into Lin Yan's black hair, his voice hoarse: "Don't...here."

Lin Yan's breath was heavier than another, "Xiao Jin, I...I can't help it."

The war between him and Feng Jin had been deadlocked for too long, and a single spark ignited a prairie fire.

How can he control it!

"What to do, Xiao Jin...what do I do."

Feng Jin hooked his neck and gently touched his cold lips: "Good evening? I'm not ready yet."

Lin Yan's eyes turned red for an instant, and his voice choked, "Xiao Jin, we are...reconciled, right?"

Feng Jin's shoulders stiffened, "Yes, it's reconciled."

Lin Yan's head hung down a little bit, buried in his neck, like a child: "Xiao Jin, I will treat you forever, I will give you my life, you don't leave anymore."

Feng Jin pressed his soft hair and gave an unclear "um".

Leaving Lin Yan's company, Feng Jin stopped a taxi directly.

He got in the car and pulled the seat belt smoothly: "Master, take me to the nearby cell phone repair shop, thank you."

The author has something to say

Xiao Yanzi: Let me count, there will be a big deal in the next chapter.

In the next chapter, Xiao Yanzi will be critically hit 999 in his heart.