The actor wants to get a divorce

Lin Yan's breathing tightened, as if his neck was stuck, his mind was full of what Ye Su said during the day.

"He will take psychotropic drugs for life, and he will suffer side effects from the drugs every moment. He may lose weight, lose his sight, lose his hair, and may not be able to hold a pen or chopsticks. One night, when you fell asleep, you cut your own neck with a knife..."

"It may also be that one night, when you fell asleep and didn't want to, you cut your own neck with a knife..."

He lifted the quilt and stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, looked at the servant who was shivering with fright, and tried to maintain his composure: "Why are you panicking? If you have anything to say, speak slowly!"

Obviously, his voice couldn't help shaking.

The servant was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and only spoke intermittently: "Mr. Feng Jin, he...he..."

Lin Yan directly lifted his feet and left the bedroom, clenching his fists and went downstairs.

The living room was crowded with a lot of people, almost all the servants in Lin's house gathered together, in twos and threes, whispering and looking in a certain direction.

Seeing Lin Yan, the crowd quickly moved out of a narrow passage.

Lin Yan walked forward slowly in the sound of "Lin Shao", his steps were heavy, as if he had been filled with lead.

The person he was thinking of fell to the living room door, still alive, not dead.

But a lot of blood flowed, he didn't cut his throat with a knife, but stabbed his left ear with a sharp chopstick.

Lin Yan has never seen such a horrifying scene in his life.

The usually calm and gentle boy was holding a bamboo chopstick tightly, his forearm was tense, and the dark red blood dripped through his clenched fist, rolling down "tick-tock-tick".

The harsh color reflected the pale face of the young man, and there was no trace of pain and discomfort between his brows.

It seemed that he was no longer a human being, but a Rakshasa who had just crawled back from the depths of hell.

"Little Jin..."

Lin Yan whimpered twice.

─The heart also seemed to be cut open, and the exact same blood was pouring out desperately.

Like a puppet, he was carried by a string to Feng Jin's side one by one

"stop."

Feng Jin held the chopstick tightly, stood up while supporting the wall, his voice hoarse.

Lin Yan stopped, his voice trembling: "Xiao Jin, be good, give me what's in your hand first..."

Feng Jin stared at Lin Yan quietly, and asked, "Am I sick?"

"Yes, you're sick, and I'll have a doctor come over right away. Don't hurt yourself again, do you understand?"

Feng Jin frowned, and finally showed a sore expression: "They are really too loud, so...you can't hear them."

"Xiao Jin, don't..." Lin Yan panicked, the blood-stained chopstick was pinched in Feng Jin's hand at the moment, but it seemed to be pierced into his heart, and his whole body was pierced alive: "Xiao Jin , I... I'll leave my earphones to you, okay? Don't hurt yourself, come on, give me the chopsticks..."

Lin Yan took another step towards Feng Jin.

"Don't come here." Feng Jin straightened his body and took two steps back. As soon as he moved, dark red blood flowed from his cochlea, rolled down his side face to his chin, and then hit his feet drop by drop. side.

Bright red, pale.

The double stimulation made Lin Yan's heart gripped, and he couldn't help breathing extra carefully, fearing that it might disturb him.

"I won't go, I'm here, Xiao Jin, I beg you, don't hurt yourself..."

Feng Jin smiled at Lin Yan: "I'm sick, am I?"

"I'm mentally ill, right?"

Feng Jin wiped his face, his hands were full of fishy sweet liquid, "I know, they are all fake... It's my own mental problem..."

"Little Jin..."

Feng Jin took a deep breath: "Send me to a mental hospital."

"What?" Lin Yan froze for a moment, then shook his head, his eyes were red: "I won't send you to that kind of place."

"Are you kidding, Lin Yan." Feng Jin laughed out loud, "If a person is sick, he should go to the hospital, and a lunatic will naturally go to a mental hospital."

Lin Yan clenched his fists and said stubbornly, "It will be fine for you to recuperate with me!"

"But I don't want to stay with you."

Lin Yan's expression froze: "What... what?"

Feng Jin sneered: "Lin Yan, I would rather go to a mental hospital where the sun never shines, than stay by your side anymore..."

Lin Yan caught his breath in his throat in shock.

"I've had enough of being trampled and disgusted by you. Every minute and every second I spend with you scares me so much."

"Shut up." Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "I'm going to have a doctor come over soon..."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and yelled at the servants watching: "Don't call the doctor!"

Feng Jin shook his head: "I'm going to a mental hospital."

"Shut up, don't let me hear those four words again."

Feng Jin stood there without moving for a while, just when Lin Yan was about to walk over and take away the dangerous chopsticks in his hand, Feng Jin suddenly raised his hand, and the bamboo chopsticks that were still bleeding were facing straight My own intact right ear.

"Feng Jin!"

Lin Yan's eyes turned red.

Feng Jin seemed to sigh, his voice was as soft as ever, it was his usual cuteness.

"Do you agree or not?"

Lin Yan didn't speak.

Feng Jin's chopsticks stuck into his ears.

Lin Yan felt his scalp go numb, and a flood of fear flooded the sky, about to drown him.

"I agree, I agree! Xiao Jin, don't hurt yourself, I promise you!" Lin Yan's eyes were pleading: "Be good and put down your chopsticks, okay? I beg you not to hurt yourself... ..."

Feng Jin directly interrupted him: "I'm leaving now."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare the car."

"I want Dr. Ye Su to take me there,"

Lin Yan didn't dare to provoke Feng Jin any more, and told someone to contact Ye Su.

Half an hour later, Ye Su arrived in a hurry, seeing the bloody scene in front of her, her face turned pale with fright.

Lin Yan gave her a wink, and she walked to Feng Jin's side, and helped Feng Jin walk out of the gate.

Lin Yan silently followed behind the two of them.

Before getting into the car, Feng Jin stopped. He turned his head and stared deeply at Lin Yan who was standing on the stairs. His voice was low but extremely clear.

"Don't come to see me, Lin Yan." He smiled harmlessly, just like before: "If you come... I will die for you."

Ye Su was startled by the child's words, and subconsciously turned to look at Lin Yan.

He stood in the deepest part of the brightly lit place, not knowing what expression he had.

It's just that, hearing such words come out of my lover's mouth with my own mouth...

Lin Yan, you don't feel well in your heart, do you?

Ye Su helped Feng Jin get into the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, he carried the scarred child away from the Lin Mansion where he was trapped.

Ye Su used a wet tissue to treat the wound on Feng Jin's ear.

"Can you still hear in your left ear? Go to the hospital later, and you must have a detailed examination. You don't want anything for a few days..."

"Send me to a mental hospital."

Feng Jin lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained fingers. The blood on his fingers had dried up, and the black color made his heart feel heavy. He rubbed them vigorously, and his fingertips turned red.

Ye Su frowned: "Feng Jin, you don't need to do this, your illness...it can be controlled with proper treatment."

Once a person is in a mental hospital, it is very difficult to get out.

The procedures involved are not something that normal people outside can do if they want to.

Feng Jin didn't look up from the beginning to the end, the blood that flowed out was coagulated on his fair face, and Ye Su's heart throbbed with pain as he looked at it.

"Feng Jin, have you really thought about it?"

Feng Jin raised his head slightly, looking at everything going backwards outside the window, the darkness was silently spreading and expanding, like an invisible tentacle, wrapping him tightly.

On the night after filming the commercial, Gu Qingrang changed into a flamboyant outfit, sprayed on hairspray and perfume, and went out energetically to meet Jiang Yichen.

The restaurant Jiang Yichen ordered was first-class in terms of style and taste, and of course the price was also very impressive.

The heating in the room was fully turned on. The man was wearing a simple black sweater and silver-gray casual trousers. He was full of extravagance.

In comparison, Gu Qingrang, who came in wearing a sable, looked like a nouveau riche from mining in the village.

Hehe, what's wrong with him loving big mink?

"Here?" Jiang Yichen didn't comment on Gu Qingrang's clothes, he reached out and poured Gu Qingrang a glass of water: "Is it cold outside?"

"It's okay. It's snowed a little, but it's fun. I'll be able to build a snowman tomorrow morning."

"You're afraid of the cold, so don't go." Jiang Yichen said in a gentle voice, "Don't fall ill in the apartment alone, without anyone to take care of you."

Lu Qingrang curled his lips: "Don't bother Mr. Jiang to care, I also have many friends."

Jiang Yichen was startled, then nodded: "Don't be too angry about George."

Lu Qingrang lied without thinking: "I'm not angry."

"Not angry?" Jiang Yichen let out a "puchi" laugh, and handed the steaming teacup to Gu Qingrang: "Jiang Yichen, you trash, let you do something

You are still moping about things, are you a bastard..."

"Cough cough!"

Hearing the familiar scolding voice, Gu Qing choked on the water and coughed desperately.

Jiang Yichen smiled knowingly, and reached out to pat Gu Qingrang's back gently to help him calm down, but his tone was cold, full of dangers of prey being hooked.

"What are you panicking? I can still eat you, can't you? Why don't you call and scold me for 30 seconds just because I can't hear you? Am I so stingy to take revenge on you?"

Gu Qingrang: ...

Hey, hey, boss, when you say this, can you stop the murderous look in your eyes?

"I'm just a little strange. You're obviously angry that I'm helping George, why don't you just ask me?" Jiang Yichen looked at Gu Qingrang with interest, as if waiting for an answer: "Huh?"

Lu Qing made this stupid man grin, "Because of Lin Zhaozhi."

Jiang Yichen's face turned dark in an instant. He really didn't want to hear this guy's name when it was Chinese New Year's Eve.