The Actor Wants to Divorce

Three minutes later, a string of passwords was sent to Gu Qingrang's mobile phone.

There were two words, sordid.

Xia Feng scolded him so naked.

Gu Qing let his eyes roll, cheating your mother for a ball.

Jiang Yichen got tattoos washed off for him, an old man, and went to learn to sing. Who is cheaper than who?

If Jiang Yichen was deaf, Xia Feng would be blind, and he would fart there all day with Jiang Yichen's salary.

Gu Qing let the password open the door.

The decoration of Jiang Yichen’s apartment is very generous. From the floor to the chandelier, four words are written ── "I am rich." Gu Qing looked at it, and he always wanted to pry a piece of Jiang Yichen’s floor. Come down and take away.

After Gu Qing asked to look at Jiang Yichen's apartment, he remembered what was going on.

Ma Dan, he is here to find Jiang Yichen.

People?

Don't die somewhere.

Gu Qingrang went to the bedroom and study, and finally found Jiang Yichen in the bathroom.

He slept in the bathtub, the water inside was icy cold, but his body was scorching hot.

Have a fever.

It still burned unclearly, and all passed out.

The water is so cold that people don't know how long they have been fainted.

Gu Qingrang watched Jiang Yichen, who was unconscious with his head pulled on the bathtub wall, frowning tightly, ten seconds later one by one.

Gu Qing let a slap on Jiang Yichen's forehead.

"Heaven is a reincarnation!"

Jiang Yichen's forehead floated red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Gu Qing made him feel frustrated when he thought of the past seven years of feeding the dog. It was not enough to hit him. He stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Yichen's ears.

While pulling, he gloated and scolded: "You are a dog forcing a man! Why don't you fight with me? Huh? Jiang Yichen, you have today too? Hahahaha..."

Gu Qing made it smile, but couldn't laugh.

because.

Jiang Yichen woke up.

Not only did he wake up, but his blood-red eyes stared straight at him.

Gu Qing made the smile at the corner of his mouth freeze, and his right hand was still pulling Jiang Yichen's ears. Jiang Yichen's ears were congested by himself.

Oh, it's over.

He wants a dog.

Gu Qing had even thought of his last words for a moment.

Jiang Yichen's eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse and torn, and the eyes staring at him were all dangerous: "Are you looking for death? Don't let go."

As if bitten by a snake, Gu Qing hurriedly retracted his hand.

"You just had a mosquito on your ear. I drove you away."

This is a clumsy lie, but Jiang Yichen didn't have the effort to settle accounts with Gu Qing. His body was heavy, his head was heavy, and his eyes were dotted with black and white daylight.

"Help me to bed."

"Why?"

Jiang Yichen panted, "Get out if you don't help!"

Gu Qing made the corners of his mouth twitch.

Oh, my temper is pretty big.

Seeing that he has a fever and is not clear about his mind, I don't care about you, grandpa.

Gu Qing let go and fished Jiang Yichen out of the water.

In Jiang Yichen’s illness, his skin was light red, and he was in good shape. His six-pack abs and mermaid line were very beautiful. Let’s go down one by one.

Jiang Yichen stretched out his hand and pulled a bath towel, and wrapped it around his waist three times.

Prevented the sight of the gangster Gu.

Gu Qing let his lips curl up.

"It's all second-hand chickens, what's the baby."

Jiang Yichen hung his feet vainly on Gu Qingrang's shoulders, his voice was faint but he was obviously dissatisfied: "What second-hand..."

"Didn't you and Shen Zhiyan open a room?"

"When did this happen?"

"Just the day before we almost remarried." Gu Qing asked "hum."

Jiang Yichen squinted and read Gu Qingrang's lips with great effort: "I don't remember, but I never slept with him, I only slept with you."

Gu Qing let him into the bedroom, put the person on the soft big bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said sarcastically: "You don't remember many things. President Jiang always forgets things too much, and it's normal to forget them. "

"You also forgot, why do you call me."

"Ok?"

"You forgot that you liked me, you forgot our past."

Gu Qing was startled.

Jiang Yichen's physical strength seemed to have reached a critical point. After saying this, he closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

Gu Qing let sit by the bed and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "Our past is not a good thing. It's good to forget."

What Jiang Yichen said in a daze, Gu Qing let him come back to his senses and covered him with a quilt.

He has something to talk to Jiang Yichen. Regarding the tattoo, he doesn't want to lose money to Jiang Yichen. It's also time to make a break with Jiang Yichen.

In this early winter, Jiang Yichen had soaked in cold water for so long. In the second half of the night, the fever became more intense, and the whole person was like a stove, scorching hot.

Gu Qing asked Jiang Yichen to pat Jiang Yichen's face, and woke up the man: "I'm up, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I don't want to go."

"I don't want to go to the hospital, what do you want to do? Mr. Jiang, don't toss people, okay? I have business tomorrow and I don't have time to play with you here."

Jiang Yichen's whole body burned his hands, and Gu Qing's red eyes poked his heart tight.

"Then you go, I didn't ask you to come."

"I'm afraid to leave you here alone. Tomorrow morning, the frightening Jiang will burn a three-year-old child with an IQ of 20. Isn't that a loss to the world? Are your fans still alive?"

"You never called me President Jiang before." Jiang Yichen shook his head.

"What's that called?"

"Brother Yichen."

"Bah, it's so disgusting."

What was in Jiang Yichen's eyes rolled twice, and his voice was a little faint: "Arang, call me again, okay?"

"You are burnt, go to sleep, I'll go find some anti-fever medicine for you."

Jiang Yichen looked at Gu Qingrang scorchingly, and closed his eyes for a while, "I'm confused, I can't hear anything..."

Gu Qingrang looked at him and frowned: "Are your ears really cured?"

Jiang Yichen fell asleep and didn't answer Gu Qingrang again.

Gu Qing sighed, got up and left the bedroom, went to the 24-hour pharmacy downstairs to buy anti-fever medicine.

The sick Jiang Yichen's kung fu tossing people is called an awesome, Gu Qing let Jiang Yichen take medicine with difficulty, Jiang Yichen yelled for Coke chicken wings again.

The chicken is his uncle!

Gu Qingrang couldn't stand it anymore. He was a star who relied on his face to eat, and needed enough sleep and rest. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Xia Feng.

"Jiang Yichen has a fever, come here soon!"

"People are going to die soon, but I will contact the funeral home directly when I come to collect the corpse!"

For half an hour, Xia Feng came with Ji Rulang.

Ji Rulang carried a medicine box, took Jiang Yichen's body temperature, and hung up anti-fever medicine and glucose.

Jiang Yichen's expression softened a bit, and finally fell asleep honestly.

Gu Qingrang also breathed a sigh of relief, God, this night can be regarded as past.

He looked at Ji Rulang's skillful methods, and suddenly asked on a whim: "Do you know that Jiang Yichen can't hear him?"

Ji Rulang paused, and said, "I just learned that this kid is hiding deep enough that I can't even hide it from me."

"His ear, really can't heal it?"

"He showed me the case a few days ago, and I took it to the ear specialist." Ji Rulang turned around and told Gu Qingrang: "He injured the auditory nerve. This damage is irreversible. There is currently no cure. The way. But I think Achen is used to it. Humans are very adaptable creatures. They can still live with broken arms and legs. If you don't hear it, you don't need to worry."

"I'm not worried, I just want to know how his ear hurts."

Ji Rulang paused, he obviously knew something, and asked Gu Qingrang with interest: "Are you still playing with him?"

Gu Qing let out a "huh?"

"If there is no drama, you still don't want to know. It has nothing to do with you, isn't it? Don't worry about it."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me, I shouldn't talk too much."

Gu Qing asked to scratch his hair.

Ji Rulang gazed deeply at Gu Qingrang and shook his head thoughtfully; "I will take care of you here, so you can go and be careful when you go out. You have had a lot of news recently, and you won’t be photographed again. It's easy to deal with."

Gu Qing asked Jiang Yichen to take a look, feeling a little uncomfortable, turning his head and leaving.

When I got home, the sky was slightly bright, and the night finally passed like this.

After Gu Qingrang announced his withdrawal from "Who's Eyes", the program team could only temporarily find the guest of the first issue, Shen Zhiyan, to save the scene.

The ratings of the two consecutive episodes of the program were very bad, and the opinions of the fans were very big.

[Gu Qing let me go, the level of this show is much lower in an instant. 】

[Yes [Yes, Shen Zhiyan doesn't know anything [Well, I just talk nonsense there without looking at the evidence. 】

[Are Mitu fans happy now? Gu Qing let go, and didn't see Mitu come back? Well the fourth season was made like this. 】

[It's not that we forced Gu Qingrang away...]

[Haha, if you didn't chase Gu Qingrang all day long, would Gu Qingrang quit? 】

On Shen Zhiyan's side, he originally thought that after Gu Qingrang quit, he would be able to successfully take the post, but he did not expect that the low ratings of two consecutive programs made the program team no longer dare to use him.

Shen Zhiyan was anxious, but he was helpless.

Since his debut, he has always stood up with a gentle and pleasant personality. This show that pays attention to reasoning and logic and speed is indeed not suitable for him.

But after being replaced like this, Shen Zhiyan couldn't help swallowing this breath. What's more, there are so many online comparisons between him and Gu Qingrang.

Shen Zhiyan can accept that he loses to others, but Gu Qing alone can't.

The man killed his brother and robbed Jiang Yichen.

He couldn't swallow this breath all his life.

But Qing Rang's popularity is so high.

Weibo Gu Qingrang no longer took care of it. It took several months to post one or two, but Weibo fans "cengcengceng" as if they were sitting on a rocket, and they increased by tens of thousands every day.

Shen Zhiyan gritted his teeth angrily.

He sat in the living room for a whole night, not knowing what he was thinking, after a long time he turned around and went to the study, and pulled out the safe hidden under the bed.

In this safe, there is his last trump card.