The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 616 My Boyfriend is a Big Star

   in a sports car.

  Jiang Ye stepped on the accelerator almost to the bottom. The speed of the car was very fast, the tires scraped the ground, and the wind was howling.

  Jiang Li'an sat in the co-pilot's seat and glanced at his tense profile several times.

   Breaking away from the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, the chill on his face could not be concealed.

  The sound broke the silence.

   "Brother, he didn't do anything to me..."

  Jiang Ye is actually quite strong by nature. He can say nothing of the sort. He usually makes troubles, but when it comes to major events, his cold face can make people shy away.

   Jiang Li'an has seen him angry very few times.

  Even if Jiang Li'an didn't see Tan Junxi after that, he could guess that Tan Junxi was not feeling well through Jiang Ye's hand injuries.

   "Don't think about it, I've been tired all day today, take a good rest." Jiang Ye held the steering wheel with one hand, with no expression on his face.

  Jiang Li Anduo glanced at him, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Who is Tan Junxi?"

  Jiang Ye's driving stopped abruptly, and he almost collided with the car in front.

   "I'm just a little curious, I've never heard you mention letting him."

   Jiang Ye looked at the dazzling light and shadow outside the car window: "He's not that good, but..."

   Jiang Ye always felt that the other party would not repeat the same mistakes, but now.

"Okay." Jiang Ye rubbed her head while he was waiting for the traffic light, "Remember to stay away from him, he and you are not from the same world, and you will be home in an hour, so you can play with your phone first. "

  Jiang Li'an knew that he didn't want to mention this matter, so he didn't mention it again, suddenly thought of something, swiped down in the WeChat friends, and found Mr. Shen's friend.

   The fanatical fan of Shen Qingzhuo probably never imagined that his idol was with her now.

  Jiang Li'an was full of desire to share, and typed: [I'm in love! ]

   Ten minutes later, the other party replied to her with a full stop.

   Jiang Li'an continued typing: [My boyfriend is a big star! ]

   Taking advantage of the short break in the backstage, the lights were staggered, Shen Qingzhuo leaned against the wall, looked down at Jiang Li'an showing off her boyfriend to him on the Internet, and subtly pulled his lower lip, thinking that he would act with her for a while.

   He said: [Coincidentally, my girlfriend is also a big star. ]

  Jiang Li'an felt that he was bragging, and crazily suggested to him that his boyfriend was really top-notch, and the other party also insisted that his girlfriend was a star.

   Alas, this is probably the last stubbornness of the fans.

  Tan Junxi sat beside the flower bed for a long time until his legs and feet became numb, Li Jiancheng ran over panting, carried him into the car, took him home, and cursed while unlocking.

   "Jiang Ye is **** crazy. He's really ruthless. Anyway, my brother of more than ten years, he really wants your life?"

Tan Junxi didn't speak, and the living room didn't turn on the lights. He fell down on the sofa, lit a cigarette regardless of the pain, bit his thin lips, and had a bunch of cheap roses just sold by the little **** the street, only ten yuan. money.

  He rudely tore off the rose petals piece by piece, tearing and clenching them tightly. The bright red flower juice was like surging blood, flowing out of his slender fingers, with a strange beauty of death.

   tick, tick.

   The juice was mixed with blood, and it gathered into a pool of blood red on the ground.

   "Tomorrow, go and apologize to Jiang Li'an for me. In the future, cover her more in the circle."

"No? You've been beaten like this, and you still have to apologize?!" Li Jiancheng was incredulous, "You didn't even touch Jiang Li'an's hair, and you treated her like that in the show group for several months, you owe him Jiang What does the family owe him Jiang Ye?!!"

   "Jiang Ye's younger sister, it should be." Only the bare branches of the rose were left, the tiny thorns pierced into the thin skin, and blood beads seeped out, which was less than a ten thousandth of the pain in the heart.

   "You really don't have to go to the hospital?"

   "No, it hurts better, remember it when it hurts."

Li Jiancheng was too lazy to talk to him, everyone was a **** lunatic, when he walked to the door, he hesitated for a long time, then whispered: "You know Jiang Ye's temper best, he's gone. It's over, don't... take it too seriously."

  Tan Junxi didn't respond, he leaned back on the sofa, only a little scarlet on his fingertips clearly disappeared.

  The door closed.

   He was left alone.

   "Meow." A thin little orange cat emerged from the corner, with a slightly lame hind leg, a severed tail, and one blue and one green eye, and one was gray and invisible.

They are all ten orange cats and nine are fat, but it is a bit scary thin, and the protruding bones can be seen from the fur. Screaming softly.

   "I forgot." Tan Junxi picked it up with his toes, looked at it carefully, bit his cigarette and smiled, "And you are with me."

   This cat was picked up by Tan Junxi from the side of the road a few days ago. At that time, it was run over by a car. It was dying, and the sound was more miserable than each other, as if calling for help.

  Tan Junxi is not a softhearted person, somehow, he picked it up as soon as his mind moved.

   "Meow." The little orange cat called timidly, and the only cat pupil she could see looked at him meekly.

  Tan Junxi's irritability for no reason, thinking that it's really troublesome, he can't even control his own life or death, why bother? One day he died, and I don't know how it lived.

   "Hungry?" he thought in annoyance, while rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find two packs of cat food, pouring them into the cat bowl, "eat it, don't bother me."

The injury on his body was accompanied by a rude movement, causing the pain of bleeding. He knelt on the ground for a moment, unable to straighten his waist, and after a while, he got up in a cold sweat and touched the two A rib, a familiar guess should be broken.

The kitten was eating cat food with its head down, and its whole head was planted in the cat bowl. Tan Junxi didn't look at it again, after thinking about it, he poured some water for it, and when he turned around, he saw the kitten running to the ground. In front of him, with cat food in his mouth, he placed it beside his feet, and pushed with his front paws: "Meow."

  Tan Junxi looked at it expressionlessly: "It's stupid."

   He lifted his foot over it, limped to the sofa, and suddenly smiled, feeling that he was no different from it.

  The little orange cat was ignorantly holding the cat food, and didn't eat it any more.

  In such a quiet night, a person slowly rots.

  Tan Junxi finished smoking a cigarette and took out his mobile phone. The suddenly bright light was particularly dazzling in the dark, as if it could make people cry. He clicked on WeChat and sent a message to the top person.

[sorry. ]

One minute after the post, Tan Junxi watched as the phone went out and on again. For ten minutes, he maintained his posture and didn't move. Twenty minutes later, the phone was almost smashed by him. Thirty minutes later, the cigarette butts beside his feet were piled up. One after another, for an hour, the air was filled with choking smoke, almost frantically suffocating, and the chat page still stayed on the sentence of "I'm sorry", and there was no response.

   He thought about it seriously for two seconds, scalded the cigarette on his arm, smothered it directly, and then threw it away. He got up and took out a scalpel from under the coffee table. The silver light was flowing, and then he dropped it without any hesitation.

   The scalpel fell to the ground, dripping with blood.

"Meow!"

   Frightened and sharp cat meows echoed in the room. The little orange cat watched his movements, and his whole body was blown up. Even so, he didn't go away, biting his trouser legs, trying to make him stop.

   (end of this chapter)