The Actor Wants to Divorce

Feng Jin and Lin Yan hurried to the kindergarten.

The kindergarten teacher was surprised when he saw the two of them: "Come to pick up Xiang Xi? Xiang Xi has been picked up by his uncle."

Lin Yan's face went black.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Was picked up?

"Who picks..."

Lin Yan grabbed Feng Jin's arm directly, out of anger: "Fu Ran, there is no one else but him."

Feng Jin was startled.

Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "That beast, he had the idea of ​​beating the **** all day long. If I don't teach him well this time, I won't be surnamed Lin."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked outside.

Feng Jin hurriedly caught up with him, frowning: "Lin Yan, don't get excited, this time we are late to pick up the child. Mr. Fu he..."

Lin Yan sneered, "It's also our Lin family's business to be late. What does it have to do with his surname Fu?"

Lin Yan opened the car door angrily.

Feng Jin's heart sank suddenly.

He knew that Lin Yang's death had always been a scar in Lin Yan's heart, and it was okay if he didn't touch it, but once Fu Ran was mentioned, the scar would tear apart a deep cut again.

"Lin Yan, calm down."

Lin Yan breathed heavily, burning every nerve in his anger, making him almost out of control.

Feng Jin could only pull him out of the car, close the door, and then push him on the door.

He held Lin Yan's head and forced Lin Yan to look at himself.

Then, in Lin Yan's restless breath, he suddenly kissed him.

Lin Yan was startled, the whole figure was enchanted and froze all at once.

After a moment of silence, Lin Yan's arms went around the back of Feng Jin's neck, and his palm pressed down on the back of Feng Jin's head.

As he deepened the kiss, he fumbled for the door handles with the other hand one by one.

At the moment of pulling apart, Lin Yan and Feng Jin both fell into the back seat of the car.

Lin Yan kissed Feng Jin little by little, from his forehead to his apple.

In the airtight compartment, the heavy breathing of the two people came one after another.

Lin Yan pressed Feng Jin's shoulders and stared at the people below him with blood red eyes, his voice hoarse: "You are not as calm as you... Do you want my life to know?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to kiss Feng Jin's lips.

Feng Jin pushed his head away, "Don't make trouble, aren't you going to pick up Xiang Xi?"

Lin Yan took a few breaths, with his arms ringed tight, holding Feng Jin quietly in this position for two or three minutes.

Then he let go of Feng Jin, and stretched out his hand to tidy up his messy clothes: "Wait to pick up the little boy, and then go back and do business."

Feng Jin flushed with his gritted teeth, "doing business", and slightly avoided his sight, "I have to do my homework tonight, I don't want to..."

Before the word "love" was finished, Feng Jin was overwhelmed by Lin Yan on the seat again.

Feng Jin struggled: "What are you doing?"

"Since you are not in the mood at night, let's do it now."

Feng Jin was a little angry: "Are you crazy? Aren't you going to pick up Xiang Xi?"

"He won't have any trouble with Fu Ran. We won't be in a hurry when we finish."

After Lin Yan finished speaking, his right hand plunged into Feng Jin's clothes.

It's the rush hour at the moment, and people who come and go are constantly walking through the windows of the car. As long as someone pays attention, they will find out what they are doing inside.

Feng Jin paled with fright: "Lin Yan, you can stop me, I'm going to be angry."

Lin Yan stopped, rubbing Feng Jin's thin lips with his slender fingers, and smiled, "Are you in the mood for the evening?"

Feng Jin's face was flushed, and he could only bite Lin Yan's fingers.

Lin Yan shrank his hands and was amused: "Yeah, I've become more skilled, Xiao Jin has learned to bite."

Feng Jin's eyes were blushing, his fists creaked.

Lin Yan knew that he was going to be mad, his pupils tightened, his eyesight and hands quickly pulled off his tie, and Feng Jin's hands were tied up.

Feng Jin moved his wrist curiously and curled his lips, "What are you doing?"

"This is fun." Lin Yan grinned and pulled Feng Jin's pants.

Feng Jin looked at him, his ears were red: "Do you like this?"

Lin Yan snorted: "It's men who like it."

He leaned down and gently licked Feng Jin's earlobe with his tongue, "I also like to gag my mouth, so that people will only beg for mercy..."

Feng Jin nodded earnestly, sincerely and solemnly: "Oh, I see, I will fulfill your wish."

Five minutes later, Feng Jinyi walked out of the car neatly, went around to the other side of the car, sat in the cab, fastened his seat belt, and called Fu Ran: "Mr. Fu? I'll be a while. Go pick up Xiang Xi... well, good."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jin looked back at Lin Yan.

Poor Young Master Lin Er was now buckled in the corner of the seat with a tie and a belt. With red eyes, he looked at him pitifully.

Feng Jin lifted his chin: "Mr Lin, is it fun?"

Lin Yan almost cried: "Uuuuu..."

Let me go, baby.

I'm wrong.

Don't dare anymore.

Feng Jin sighed: "You talked about you, I said you can't beat me, you still have to challenge my bottom line."

Lin Yan almost burst into tears.

Who made you grow a little sheep that is harmless to humans and animals?

Who knows you can fight so much!

"In order to prevent a conflict between you and President Fu, please bear with me."

After leaving Lin Yan **** with five flowers in the car, Feng Jin quickly met Fu Xiangxi at Fu Ran.

Fu Ran was nervous and explained to Feng Jin in a low voice: "Sorry, I didn't bring him back on purpose, but I don't think you have come to meet Xiang Xi. He is very pitiful in kindergarten by himself, so just ..."

Feng Jin sighed: "Mr. Fu, do you go to the kindergarten every day to wait for Xiang Xi?"

Fu Ran touched Fu Xiangxi's head and smiled palely: "I...I have nothing else to do."

Xiao Yang is gone, this child is the last intersection between him and Xiao Yang.

"What about your company?"

Fu Ranqiang smiled and laughed: "I've lost somebody else."

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Fu Ran smiled bitterly: "The family is gone, who do I make so much money to support."

Fu Xiangxi's fingers gently rubbed against Fu Ran's palm, and her little head raised her head and looked at Fu Ran: "Uncle Fu Ran, I don't mind having one more person to support me."

Fu Ran hugged Fu Xiangxi and smiled: "Uncle Lin Yan will have an opinion. Let's go home with Uncle Feng Jin."

Fu Ran handed Fu Xiangxi to Jin.

"Feng Jin, are you reconciled with Lin Yan?"

Feng Jin nodded, a little embarrassed: "Yeah."

Fu Ran gave an unclear "um": "Can I ask you something?"

"Mr. Fu, you said."

Fu Ran took a box out of his pocket and handed it to Feng Jin: "Can you give him a gift on Xiaoyang's birthday? Jinmo City still wouldn't let me worship Xiaoyang."

Feng Jin took the box and said, "Okay."

Fu Ran bowed to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin sighed in his heart, and left with Fu Xiangxi in his arms.

When he walked to the door of the car, he remembered Lin Yan in the car.

He put Fu Xiangxi down, then quickly got into the car and untied all the tie and belt from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was obviously dissatisfied.

Feng Jin stared at him directly: "If you talk nonsense, I will tie you back and let Xiang Xi watch."

Lin Yan thanked him and smiled, "I dare not, I dare not."

Tuesday is Lin Yang's 33rd birthday.

Lin Yan took the little boy to go to the tomb and brought a bunch of lilies to his brother on the way.

While Lin Yan didn't pay attention, Feng Jin quietly placed the box Fu Ran gave him next to the bouquet.

He had secretly read the inside, and it was an old ring.

There is a string of letters in the ring.

Are the initials of two people.

After worshipping Lin Yang, Lin Yan sent the boy to the kindergarten, and then sent Feng Jin to the school.

Feng Jin’s drama performance was at the end of this month, and the entire drama club became more and more busy, and a rehearsal was an entire afternoon.

In the summer, Feng Jin wore a thick costume, his head was sweaty.

Lin Yan was distressed, and the class was not doing well. He brought cold and ice drinks to the drama club to visit the class every day.

Others in the drama club initially had some opinions about Feng Jin's name and grass, especially those girls who like Feng Jin, who even regarded Lin Yan as a thorny tooth root.

But later, I saw Lin Yanlei couldn’t move to give Feng Jin food and drink, wiped his sweat and handed water, and also actively bent down and squatted down to tie Feng Jin’s shoelaces. These girls turned from rivals to "cp". "powder.

Damn, fairy love!

Locked up!

On the day of the official performance, Lin Yan, who was going to watch Feng Jin's performance, suddenly disappeared.

Five minutes before taking the stage, Feng Jin kept texting and calling Lin Yan in the background, but there was no news, and he fell to the sea.

Feng Jin frowned, his heart beating wildly anxiously.

But the performance was just around the corner, and he didn't have the time to think about where Lin Yan had gone.

After the performance, Feng Jin was about to leave.

The bright headlights on the stage suddenly dimmed, leaving only two bright chasing lights.

─Dao hit Feng Jin's body.

Another...

Feng Jin looked over and froze.

Lin Yan?

How could he stand here?

Feng Jin's breathing suddenly stagnated.

Lin Yan was in a straight suit, with his hands behind his back, with a gentle and bright smile on his face, step by step, he walked in front of Feng Jin.

Feng Jin seemed to understand what he was going to do, his heart beating frantically, his hands full of sweat.

Under the bright follow-up light, Lin Yan knelt on one knee and handed a bunch of red roses in front of Feng Jin.

"Xiao Jin, are you willing to marry me?"

After the silence of the room, there was a loud voice, as if the roof of the entire performance hall was to be overturned.

"Marry him!"

"Marry him!"

Feng Jin's eyes widened, and the roar around him formed a sea, covering him overwhelmingly. Feng Jin's breathing was tightened, and he could almost hear the sound of blood flowing.

Lin Yan...

Proposed to him.

On such an occasion where countless people are paying attention, he allows everyone to witness their love.

Feng Jin's nose surged with sourness, his eyes were reddish, and he reached out and hugged the bunch of flowers into his arms.

Lin Yan took Feng Jin's left hand, with a serious and solemn expression, and slowly pushed the proposal ring that had been prepared a long time ago onto Feng Jin's ring finger.

The colored **** hanging on the top of the stage suddenly dropped the festooned ribbons, Lin Yan got up and hugged Feng Jin tightly in the cheers of the audience: "Xiao Jin, thank you for making my life complete."

Feng Jin sighed lightly: "It's a shame."

Later that day, countless people wanted to come up and take photos with Feng Jin, but they were all blocked by Lin Yan.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to get the certificate. I'll see you if you have a chance. Please come and have a wedding drink at that time."

Lin Yan took the person into his arms and ran away.

That night, after three years, Feng Jin's name was once again hung up on Weibo hot searches.

#封晋被求Marriage

#封晋富二代husband

As a big star who was once a smash hit and then retreated, Lin Yan's wealth background has been smashed into the sky.

What a rich second generation, what a playboy, a wanking child...

Netizens' comments were mixed.

[Wow, blessings! 1

[It's so **** romantic to propose marriage on stage, right? 】

[Don’t you know that Feng Jin’s husband is the boss of that group? 】

[It turned out to be married to a wealthy family, and it hurts to Feng Jin. People like Feng Jin who have no power and no background will have a dead end to marry a wealthy family. 】

[Bet five yuan, a year to leave, his husband must be just a fresh picture. 】

In the evening of that day, Feng Jin finally updated his Weibo after three years.

Two photos, and a few simple words.

[Feng Jin V: It's her husband and her first love. 】

In the first photo, two young teenagers with green faces are sitting under a big tree and smiling at the camera. Filming time, ten years ago.

In the second photo, a mature-looking man hugged Feng Jin from behind, his head slightly lowered, his brows and eyes gentle, and he chuckled, not knowing what he was talking about.

On the man's beautiful collarbone, a little monk tattooed clearly and conspicuously.

The tattoo that made everyone guess for three years, finally got the most accurate answer today.

[Damn it, it's actually my first love! 】

[Ahhhhh, I'm dead! First love oh oh oh oh! 】

[First love is so beautiful! 】

After receiving the certificate, Lin Yan started to do the wedding.