The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Zhaozhi finished the check-in procedure and returned to the room soon.

After taking a shower, he received a WeChat message from Ji An.

Ji An’s WeChat profile picture is a photo of himself, and his name is [Tweet Tweet Tweet Xiao An’an]. Click into the circle of friends and it contains almost all his life photos.

There are self-portraits of him holding milk tea, and there are photos of his quiet time reading books. If he didn’t hear those words of Ji An with his own ears, judging from Ji An’s circle of friends, it’s really easy to make people think he is serious. People.

But also, if you don't manage your circle of friends so exquisitely, who will keep him?

Lin Zhaozhi sneered at the emoji sent by Ji An.

[Director Lin, are you there? Are you there? 】

Lin Zhaozhi reached out and deleted Ji An directly.

Turn off the lights and sleep.

Early the next morning, Lin Zhaozhi ran into Ji An as soon as he went out.

He was about to avoid, but Ji An ran over: "Lin Zhaozhi, why did you delete my WeChat?"

Lin Zhaozhi's face was faint: "Aren't we that familiar?"

Ji An was stunned: "Why are you, you can't give it to a friend?"

Lin Zhaozhi didn't want to talk with him. Seeing that he was doing this kind of thing at a young age, he couldn't help but said, "You are still so young, and you are not afraid of getting sick when you do this kind of thing?"

Ji An was stunned on the spot: "Ah? What's sick?"

Seeing that he was acting stupid, Lin Zhaozhi didn't want to say more, so he raised his foot and left.

Ji An was annoyed: "Damn, I don't want to add it, I don't want to chant, add and delete, there is something wrong!"

On the way to the Potala Palace, Ji'an suffered severe altitude sickness.

He sat on the side of the road, his head lowered, and his face was pale and panting desperately.

"Boss Gong, shall we go ahead?"

Ji An was uncomfortable and shook his head frequently: "Or, I will refund you a little money. I won't go there for the next three days, okay?"

Boss Gong: "How can it be done? Ten days is ten days after you say it. If you miss one day, you don't want to get the money."

Ji An's mouth was blocked, thinking of the white silver, and finally gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, weakly: "Let's go."

Boss Gong helped Ji An: "Let's go to the restaurant in front of us to eat something and take a rest."

Ji An could hardly breathe, and nodded indiscriminately: "Okay."

Boss Gong held Ji An's waist and walked to the restaurant.

"Ji An."

"Ok?"

Boss Gong looked at Ji An's pale face, couldn't help licking his lips, and said, "If you are short of money, why don't you really follow me?"

Ji An's head sinks: "Boss Gong, you're kidding, I don't really lack money."

"Not short of money? If you are short of money, can you come and pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Boss Gong couldn't help but touch Ji An's waist.

Ji An: "Who would think that there is too much money."

"Then you followed me, I will make you rich forever, okay?"

Ji An was dizzy in front of his eyes: "Boss Gong, that's not okay. I only act, not enter the show, and don't pick up repeat customers. For ten days, after the end, we will go back to each house. I have never seen it in this life."

Boss Gong has a faint loss in his eyes.

He helped Ji An into the dining room and put him on a chair: "You sit down for a while, and I will pour you a glass of water."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

He was stunned and walked to the door to make an external phone.

Ji An held his head, only feeling that his heart hurts more and more, and his eyes were full of black and white snowflakes.

The whole person's consciousness is getting shallower and shallower.

No, if this continues, he must die here.

When the surnamed Gong came back, he said that he hadn't done it, and the money was not required, but he could not be killed.

Ji An stood up hard with his chair, and in the blur, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. The desire to survive made him subconsciously watch him walk over. Lin Zhaozhi only felt that there was someone standing behind him. He turned his head and realized that it was Ji An again.

Oh, it's really lingering.

"Something wrong?"

Ji An shook his head uncomfortably: "I can't breathe."

Lin Zhaozhi felt a little contemptuous in his heart.

Is this a new way to hook up men?

"Help me" Ji An's voice was weak.

Lin Zhaozhi: "Then go find your boyfriend, what do you want me to do? I deliberately run into a drama, how many times do you have to play?"

He raised his foot after speaking and left.

Ji An stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Don't, I'm really out of breath for you, you can't die without saving."

Lin Zhao thought he was annoying, so he pulled away his hand and walked outside.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the boss behind him exclaim one by one

"Boy! Are you okay?"

Lin Zhaozhi looked back and saw that Ji An had fallen to the ground.

His head was stunned.

Is this really an accident?

He frowned, walked back quickly, picked up Ji An, and patted Ji An's face: "Hey!"

The boss was afraid that the customer would be responsible for the accident in his store, so his voice was trembling: "He, he seems to have altitude sickness and lack of oxygen."

Lin Zhaozhi had prepared oxygen before he came, and he hugged Ji An horizontally: "Are there any rooms available?"

"Yes, the room upstairs!"

"Take me up."

"it is good."

He carried Ji An upstairs into the house and put Ji Anping on the bed.

Ji An's face was pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

Lin Zhaozhi took out the oxygen tank from his backpack and let Ji An breathe in oxygen.

Ji An grabbed the life-saving straw and held Lin Zhaozhi's hand tightly.

Lin Zhaozhi sneered: "You, little duck, really don't even want his life in order to make money."

Ji An opened his eyes vaguely, his brain still crashing, and his voice hoarse: "What?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Speaking of your gold master, just leave you behind, regardless of whether you live or die? You have to look at people if you choose a business."

Ji An is vague: "Everyone said that he is not my gold master"

"Dare to do this kind of business and dare not admit it, don't you take his money?"

Ji An: "I am a legal business."

Lin Zhaozhi smiled even colder: "I care if you are legal or illegal. In short, I am not interested in you. After breathing in oxygen, you can go wherever you like, don’t follow.

Me. "

Ji An's head became sober a little, he propped up his upper body and sat up, looking at Lin Zhaozhi angrily: "No, you can tell me clearly, who is following you?"

"Kid Ji'an, we have met three times in just three days. Are you embarrassed to say that this is all coincidence?"

Ji An was angrily laughed: "Director Lin, the road to travel to the Potala Palace is just this one. Which one will I not take? The road to Tibet is not yours. Why do you say that I followed deliberately? you?"

Lin Zhaozhi looked at him pale and quarreling with himself, but he was a little bit more smiling.

"Yeah, I still have physical strength to talk back to me, it seems that I don't need oxygen."

Lin Zhaozhi held the oxygen cylinder: "Then give it back to me."

"Don't!" Ji An frowned, and pitifully tugged Lin Zhaozhi's clothes: "Brother, I feel uncomfortable and can't live without this."

"Knowing that I have altitude sickness, why not prepare in advance?"

Ji An's grievance: "I don't know, it's the first time I have come to Tibet. I'm exhausted."

Lin Zhaozhi loosened the oxygen cylinder: "This is mine. You used mine. What should I do if I am deprived of oxygen?"

"I'll buy it for you in a while." Ji An smiled "hehe": "If you can't buy it, I can help you with artificial respiration."

Lin Zhaozhi smiled coldly: "Forget it, I have a cleanliness addiction."

"What's wrong? Can you still fall in love? Will you still kiss your partner in the future?"

"That has nothing to do with you." Lin Zhaozhi said rudely: "I just think you are not clean."

"Ah?" These words were really hurtful, Ji An's eyes were full of anger and uncomfortable: "Why the **** am I not clean, you can tell me clearly!"

Lin Zhaozhi packed up his backpack. He didn't want to have any contact with this little duck. He just wanted to leave quickly: "You can rest here slowly by yourself."

Ji An: "You stop me!"

Lin Zhaozhi stopped and looked at him impatiently: "Is there anything else?"

Ji An: "Why are you blocking my WeChat?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "I'm not familiar with it."

Ji An: "You add it back, and I will give you the money for oxygen."

Lin Zhaozhi: "No."

Ji An: "I don't want to owe you! I don't have cash with me, I will transfer money to you now."

Lin Zhaozhi only found it ridiculous.

A man who can betray his flesh for money, what kind of nobility is he here?

Thinking that he is the male protagonist in the old overbearing president's novel, I would like to say: "Man, did you succeed in attracting my attention"?

He didn't want to fight with Ji An, he added Ji An's WeChat back, then opened the door and left.

As soon as I left the house, I received a transfer reminder on my mobile phone.

Ji An transferred one hundred yuan to himself.

The oxygen tank only cost fifty yuan, and Lin Zhaozhi was about to tell him that the money was too much, only to find that the news was rejected.

Was he deleted by a little duck?

Lin Zhaozhi was stunned and couldn't help but laugh twice.

What a weird thing.

Leaving the restaurant, Lin Zhaozhi was very excited when he saw that the funder of Ji'an was talking on the phone.

"What's wrong with my trip to Tibet? Can you not be suspicious all day long? If you hadn't quarreled with me at home every day, would I come to Tibet to relax?"

"Vixen, I am too lazy to argue with you!"

"I didn't cheat!"

Lin Zhaozhi's brows frowned involuntarily.

In the evening, Lin Zhaozhi settled down at the B&B again. He noticed that a pair of young couples were also there during the day. Only then did he realize that Ji An might not lie. There are only one or two popular tourist attractions. If he and Ji An choose It's really the same, and it's reasonable to hit it.

Turns out, did you misunderstand him?

However, the kind of ducklings that ruin their families without regard for morality are not worthy of sympathy.

Lin Zhaozhi quickly left Ji An behind.

He slept into the middle of the night when he was awakened by a violent noise downstairs.

The table, chair and bench "hullah" fell to the ground, and there seemed to be women screaming and cursing.

Lin Zhaozhi was stunned, put on his clothes and went out busy.

I just met the waiter at the hotel.

"What's wrong with this?"