The Actor Wants to Divorce

Fu Ran looked back at the bedroom and said coldly, "He's gone."

"I can't reach Xiaoyang."

"If you can't get in touch, go to the police." Fu Ran was impatient: "Could it be that I detained Xiao Yang?"

Jin Mocheng gritted his teeth with hatred on the phone, "Do you think I really dare not go to the police, do you? Fu Ran, Xiao Yang was with you this afternoon. The last person he saw was you, and now I can't contact him. , Of course I come to you for someone."

Fu Ran: "It's up to you."

Fu Ran said he was going to hang up.

Jin Mocheng was breathing fast: "Fu Ran! Xiaoyang, he will move tomorrow"

Before Jin Mocheng finished speaking, Fu Ran turned his hand off and threw it on the sofa.

The irritability in his heart made him feel at ease for a moment. He took the cigarette out of his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. When looking for a lighter, he remembered that Lin Yang did not like the smell of smoke at home, as if he woke up from a dream, he threw the cigarette in. trash can.

I don't know how long I sat in the living room, Fu Ran got up and walked to the bedroom.

Lin Yang was already awake.

He was leaning against the bed, his upper body was naked, his white skin was full of shocking traces of love, and his hands were locked tightly by handcuffs.

He just glanced quickly at Fu Ran who came in, and then closed his gaze back calmly, looking tired and haggard.

Fu Ran regretted secretly in his heart.

He knew that Lin Yang was afraid of pain, and a small wound would make it difficult for Lin Yang to sleep.

He was irrationally irritated by Lin Yang's botched lies and Jin Mocheng's affairs, and he must have hurt him just now.

Fu Ran sat gently in front of Lin Yang and reached out to touch his face.

"What would you like to eat tonight? I'll make it."

Lin Yang lowered his head: "I'm not hungry."

"If you don't eat dinner, you will have problems with your body."

Lin Yang frowned; "I really don't have an appetite, can you leave me alone for a while?"

Fu Ran nodded; "Then I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Fu Ran went to the kitchen and cooked Lin Yang a bowl of shredded pork noodles with vegetables.

He let go of the handcuffs on Lin Yang's wrist and stuffed the bowl and chopsticks into Lin Yang's hand.

Lin Yang's Adam's apple rolled, said nothing, and ate in silence.

Fu Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yang was actually not that he had a bad appetite, but that he didn't dare to eat.

He hadn't taken any medicine for a day, and the faint pain in his stomach gave him an instinctive fear of all food.

The food eaten into his stomach, like a sharp and cold dagger, raged and rolled in his body.

He would rather be hungry than suffer that kind of pain.

Lin Yang took a few bites of noodles and pushed the bowls and chopsticks back to Fu Ran.

Fu Ran took it, not disgusting at all, and ate all the rest.

"Jin Mocheng called me."

Lin Yang's eyes lit up slightly.

Fu Ran pretended not to see it, holding back the soreness and slight pain in his heart, and continued: "He can't find you, he suspects that you are with me, and said he wants to call the police.

Lin Yang sneered.

Fu Ran took out Lin Yang's cell phone, "So I want you to call him. You know what to say and what not to say."

Fu Ran handed the phone to Lin Yang, his eyes stained a bit, "If you dare to make a mistake, I will **** you."

Lin Yang's shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

He answered the phone and turned on the phone.

The text messages from Jinmocheng flooded out like the tide.

[Xiaoyang, where are you? 】

[Xiaoyang? 】

[Xiaoyang, don’t scare me, is there anything I’ll talk about tomorrow, OK? 】

【where are you? I will pick you up now. 】

Lin Yang deleted those text messages with one key, and then made a call to Jinmocheng.

The call is answered in seconds.

Jin Mocheng was on the phone, as if he was going crazy.

"Xiaoyang? You finally called me back! Where are you?"

Lin Yang glanced at Fu Ran lightly, his voice calm: "I have something wrong."

"what's up?"

Lin Yang; "Don't ask."

Jin Mocheng's breathing was heavy; "Xiao Yang, tell me honestly, are you on Fu Ran's side? Is he threatening you?"

Lin Yang’s Adam’s apple rolled, "No, no one is threatening me, I just have some personal matters to deal with, tomorrow morning, I will go back, don’t worry.

heart. "

"Xiaoyang, what are you?"

Before Jin Mocheng finished speaking, Lin Yang hung up the phone.

He returned the phone to Fu Ran, "Are you satisfied?"

Fu Ran locked the phone back into the cabinet, and then gently hugged Lin Yang, who was completely cold.

He pressed Lin Yang's soft hair and let his head rest on his shoulder.

"Xiaoyang, I know we have a lot of misunderstandings, but we will get better, we will be the same as before."

Lin Yang let him hold him motionlessly, with a deep voice: "If you don't let me go tonight, we won't be able to go back."

Fu Ran's body froze instantly.

"You have to go, don't you?"

Lin Yang looked pale: "I said, I'm going to the hospital tomorrow"

"Enough!" Fu Ran growled, "You just want to find that Jinmo City!"

Lin Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he just picked up the quilt and covered himself.

"Whatever you think."

Fu Ran grabbed Lin Yang by the collar and pulled the person out of the quilt: "Get me up."

Lin Yang's eyes were blood-red, and his voice trembled: "Fu Ran, I'm not feeling well now. If you still have a little conscience, let me stay alone for a while, go downstairs and buy me some painkillers. I beg you. ?"

Lin Yang’s forehead was full of sweat. Fu Ran let go of him a little bit, then lowered his head and kissed the corners of his lips. His voice was hoarse: "Okay, as long as you don’t leave, you don’t go to the Golden Ink City. I will do whatever you say. promise you."

When Fu Ran returned from buying the medicine from the pharmacy, Lin Yang had already curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

Lin Yang fell asleep very well, not at all like his usual cold and powerful appearance, Jun Yi's eyebrows were slightly twisted, the sweat on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and the whole person was tired and haggard.

Fu Ran's heart was sore.

His little sun, as strong as the sun and soft as the moon, how did it become like this.

Fu Ran gently held his thin hand, looked at his empty ring finger, ran to the study, rummaging through the cabinets and found a ring.

Then he put it on Lin Yang carefully but very piously.

He kissed Lin Yang's slender fingers, his nose sore.

This is his seat

is his.

How could the diamond ring that Jin Mocheng bought for him be qualified to wear it here?

Lin Yang was tossed all night, mentally tired, and only woke up at noon the next day.

He looked at the bright and dazzling sunlight outside the window, was silent for a long time, and then pushed Fu Ran beside him with a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"

Fu Jia glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside in a daze: "It's eleven o'clock, it's okay. I will sleep for a while. I will not go to the company today."

Lin Yang was silent again.

After a long time, Fu Ran seemed to sigh softly when he heard Lin Yang.

When the two of them slept more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Ran got up in a hurry.

"I'm going to buy groceries, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Yang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the handcuffs on his hands, coldly: "Whatever."

Fu Ran took his shoulders and took a familiar bite on Lin Yang's ears. He laughed, "Is it good to cook Hunan food? Isn't it your favorite? I specially learned the spicy chicken from the chef and show you a hand. "

Lin Yang felt a tingling pain in his stomach when he heard it. He closed his eyes and his voice trembled: "No, I won't eat."

The smile on Fu Ran's mouth remained stagnant for a few seconds. He pressed Lin Yang's shoulder and asked him to look at himself, "Xiao Yang, are you still angry with me?"

Lin Yang made a wry smile in his heart.

What does he want to say.

Say he has stomach cancer and can't eat the spicy food?

He said that he would not believe it.

Lin Yang closed his eyes, "I have a bad appetite and want to eat porridge."

Fu Ran smiled, "Okay, let's make polenta. There is fish in the refrigerator. I will stew the soup for you. You have lost a lot recently. You need to make up for it."

"Can you let go of the handcuffs?"

Fu Ran: "Not now"

Lin Yang took a deep breath, picked up the pillow and threw it on Fu Ran's face: "I want to go to the toilet! Don't let go, will you be suffocated?"

Fu Ran hurriedly laughed, "I'll let you go, Xiao Yang, don't be angry, it's not good for your health if you get angry.

Fu Ran found the key and took the handcuffs from Fu Ran's hand.

Lin Yang didn't even look at Fu Ran, got up and went to the toilet.

Looking at Lin Yang's back, Fu Ran couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.

He and Xiaoyang seem to be back

During this period of time, he must do his best to Xiao Yang, let Xiao Yang understand that he really wants to start again with him.

When this difficult time passed, and when that Jinmo City rolled out of Xiaoyang's world, he proposed to Xiaoyang, and then went to have a grand wedding just like Jiang Yichen.

He will never be separated from Xiao Yang again in his life.

Thinking of this, Fu Ran's lips couldn't help but raise a gentle curve.

He put his handcuffs on the bedside cabinet and turned to the kitchen to make fish soup for Lin Yang.

Fu Ran even took a long vacation and stayed with Lin Yang at home every day.

However, he spent all his energy preparing three meals a day, and Lin Yang was still losing weight quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Millet porridge, polenta, preserved egg porridge, fish soup, chicken soup

Lin Yang often took a bite or two before he was full.

Tonight, Fu Ran specially made a light bone soup and a stack of broccoli stir-fried Hongren.

Lin Yang also moved into the bedroom with only two chopsticks.

Fu Ran dragged the person back, "It's finished."

Lin Yang frowned, "I'm full."

Fu Ran held back his anger: "You are a big man of eighteen meters tall, and you say you are full after only a few mouthfuls of rice? You can see for yourself how thin you are?"

Lin Yang was silent.

Fu Ran looked at him, nodded, and compromised: "If you don't want to eat the food I cooked, you say what you want to eat, I will help you order takeaway."

"I don't want to eat anything, can't you take me to the hospital?"

Stomach hurts after eating.

It really hurts.

Fu Ran's eyes turned red, and after a few days of anger he couldn't control it anymore. He patted the table and said, "Lin Yang, have you had enough trouble, do you want to pinch your chin and give it to you? happy?"

Lin Yang stared at the full bowl in front of him, his apple trembling, and then tremblingly picked up his chopsticks.

Fu Ran gave Lin Yang a few more pieces of Hongren.

Lin Yang's face became paler.