The actor wants to get a divorce

Jiang Yichen turned the small building upside down, but he still didn't find Gu Qingrang.

Zhu Zichen smiled leisurely: "Boss Jiang, there are still 10 minutes left, hurry up."

Jiang Yichen clenched his fists and walked in front of Zhu Zichen, furious like a lion, grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "Where is he?"

Zhu Zichen seemed to dislike the noise, frowned and picked his ears: "Mr. Jiang, he's in this room. Listen, he's calling your name."

Jiang Yichen punched it.

"Where is the man?"

Zhu Zichen spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I told you that he is here, but you can't find it by yourself, Jiang Yichen, you are a fucking piece of trash."

Jiang Yichen's eyes were bloodshot, he let go of his raised fist, pushed Zhu Zichen away, and went downstairs again.

Zhu Zichen wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, tapped the floor lightly with his toes, sneered, sat down on the sofa again, and looked down at the watch on his wrist.

5 minutes.

4 minutes.

3 minutes

Suddenly there was the sound of heavy objects slamming on the door downstairs, accompanied by messy footsteps and voices.

It's the police.

When Jiang Yichen came out to meet Zhu Zichen, he stuck a small locator in the gap of his tie, and he activated it half an hour ago.

With the last few minutes left before the four hours Zhu Zichen said, Jiang Yichen had no better choice.

He was cornered, there was nothing else he could do.

When the police broke through the door and came in, Zhu Zichen sat quietly on the sofa without a trace of resistance, and honestly captured him without a fight.

Zhu Zichen was handcuffed, and when he passed by Jiang Yichen, he suddenly smiled.

Jiang Yichen exploded with a "boom" as if the bomb had burned out the last trace of fuse.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he rushed directly to Zhu Zichen.

"Mr. Jiang!"

The two policemen hurriedly pulled Jiang Yichen to the back to appease Zhu Zichen, who led Zhu Zichen out of the small building.

Two search-and-rescue dogs came with the police. The handsome German Shepherd entered the house and sniffed for a while, and finally stopped at the head of the sofa on the second floor, bowing his head and howling.

Jiang Yichen was taken aback.

He hurried forward and moved the sofa away with the police.

The search and rescue dogs kept barking around two of the boards.

The police pried open the wooden boards, only to find that the underground was actually a small cellar.

The sultry gas almost swallowed people.

When the police took out the unconscious Gu Qingrang, Jiang Yichen was trembling all over.

Limbs and bones are all like falling into an ice hole, and the whole body is cold.

He frantically rushed to Gu Qingrang's side, calling his name in a hoarse voice.

Two policemen supported Jiang Yichen from behind.

Jiang Yichen's strength was so strong that the two strong and healthy criminal policemen could hardly hold him down, their voices were low and trembling, and they looked straight at Gu Qingrang who was being carried up: "Let me go, let me go... ..."

Everything after that was like a dream in Jiang Yichen's sight.

For a long time, it would always wake him up suddenly, with cold sweat and trembling hands and feet.

On that silent and quiet evening, he was imprisoned by two policemen, and watched as doctors and nurses in white coats and masks ran up the stairs carrying oxygen bags and stretchers.

─Everything is like the slow-motion and freeze-frame of comics. They surround Gu Qingrang and untie the rope and coat on Gu Qingrang's body...

Kneeling and standing, with folded hands, pressing on Lu Qingrang's heart, pressing down heavily again and again.

Jiang Yichen seemed to be pulled back to that winter day many years ago in an instant. The same uneasiness and fear, overwhelming him like a tide, submerged him from beginning to end.

Lu Qingrang was put on a stretcher, his pale and thin hands were hanging down feebly, and his wrists were rubbed bright red by the rope.

A large number of journalists who got the news had long been crowded at the door, and the ambulance was struggling. The police had to use their horns to disperse the reporters and make way for the ambulance.

Jiang Yichen followed the doctor into the ambulance in a daze.

The ambulance rushed to the nearest hospital and sent Gu Qingrang to the emergency room.

Jiang Yichen was sitting on a cold chair, still clutching the two rings in his hand, his fingertips were shaking violently.

When Fu Ran arrived, Gu Qingrang was still in the process of rescue.

He sat down beside Jiang Yichen and patted him on the shoulder: "That kid is lucky, he will be fine."

Jiang Yichen lowered his head, motionless, like a sculpture.

Fu Ran pressed Jiang Yichen's shoulders and turned Jiang Yichen's body around, making him look up at himself, and said anxiously: "Jiang Yichen, don't scare yourself, how serious it can be, I read on the news that saving you He was still breathing when he came out, so he definitely didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ran's voice suddenly stopped.

He stared in astonishment, watching a tear silently slipping down from the corner of Jiang Yichen's eye, rolling down his cheek and into his neck...

dog.

Fu Ran was flustered and flustered, "No, brother, don't cry... Ah Chen, it's not that serious, he's definitely fine! Trust me, he's safe! I'm still waiting for your wedding..."

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth, and spread out his clenched palms little by little.

He held the two rings too tightly for too long, and two deep marks had already been drawn on his palms.

"This is……"

"This is what he prepared. It's... our ring... He said he would give it to me when he came back. I'm still waiting, I've been waiting..." Jiang Yichen's voice was hoarse like autumn's The withered and yellow fallen leaves shatter when crushed lightly.

Fu Ran's heart was heavy, "Yichen..."

Jiang Yichen shook his head, with a weird smile on his face: "Fu Ran, Fu Ran... I was in that small building, and I looked for him for 45 minutes... For 45 minutes, he was under the sofa, and I didn't even notice him. He...for 45 minutes, he was there alone, in a dark and small place, with no air, a little bit of suffocation...how uncomfortable and frightened he was."

"No, Gu Qingrang, he is not such a fragile person. Don't have a psychological burden..."

Jiang Yichen was breathing heavily, his eyes were densely blood-red, and his nose was sour: "He must be calling me to save him, but I can't hear it..."

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "I kept him waiting for so long, but I couldn't find him in the end."

"It's not your fault, you did your best."

He can't blame him for not being able to hear.

Jiang Yichen hugged his head, clenched his fists, and hit his ears one after another.

"Yichen, don't do this!"

Fu Ran held down his hand.

"Zhu Zichen is right. I am a waste. I am not capable of taking good care of him. I used to be and I am now."

Fu Ran frowned and sighed helplessly.

He knew that Jiang Yichen felt uncomfortable, and the person in his heart had an accident right under his nose, and the feeling of self-blame and guilt was really unbearable.

Of these two people, one's life or death in the emergency room is uncertain, and the other may collapse at any time.

No matter what, that bastard Zhu Zichen's goal has been achieved.

Fu Ran couldn't comfort Jiang Yichen, got up and walked around outside the emergency room anxiously.

It took more than an hour before the doctor came out of the emergency room.

Fu Ran trotted over: "How is it?"

"Patient's family?" The doctor took off the mask: "The life is saved, but the situation is still very dangerous, and..."

"And what?"

"The patient was too hypoxic, which may have caused damage to the brain cells."

Fu Ran froze, and hurriedly turned to look at Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yichen's face was gloomy and cold, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time, silent and terrifying.

Fu Ran asked, "What damage?"

"It's hard to tell. You have to wait for the patient to wake up and do an examination to find out. It's okay, but your family members should make mental preparations first." The doctor muttered, "Well, how to deal with hypoxia, 10 minutes earlier It's good to send it..."

Jiang Yichen's shoulders trembled violently.

Fu Ran glanced at Jiang Yichen in fear, but said nothing.

Gu Qingrang was transferred to the ward. Because he was still awake, he had to go to the intensive care unit for observation for 48 hours.

When he was pushed out, his face was still pale and terrifying, with an oxygen mask on his face, his breathing was shallow and weak, and there was not even a trace of fog in the oxygen mask.

Jiang Yichen reached out to brush away the broken hair on Gu Qingrang's forehead, and reached under the quilt with the other hand, holding Gu Qingrang's hand.

The voice trembled slightly: "Hey, Arang, you have frightened me once before, and it made me deaf. Are you going to frighten me again this time... How many pairs of ears do I have?"

"One hour.

Send it to the ward first.

Jiang Yichen nodded in a daze, let go of Gu Qingrang's hand, and watched the doctors and nurses push Gu Qingrang to the intensive care unit.

Fu Ran frowned: "You still have to issue a statement to the media, this matter is too messy."

In just one day's time, rumors have spread all over the sky outside, and there are rumors that Gu Qingrang has passed away.

Fu Ran patted Jiang Yichen on the shoulder: "You can't collapse at a time like this."

Jiang Yichen's face was calm, and his voice was hoarse: "No."

Later that day, Jiang Yichen contacted Si Chen and Xiaomi.

Ask them to post a Weibo in the name of the studio.

Weibo briefly explained the kidnapping, but did not mention Gu Qingrang's situation, and just asked everyone to wait for the news.

With red eyes, Xiaomi posted the Weibo post that had been edited countless times, her voice choked up: "By the way, President Jiang, Xiao Ziye, Feng Jin, and Director Lin have all contacted me, saying they want to come and see Brother Gu."

Jiang Yichen rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a deep voice, "Reject all of them."

Xiaomi was puzzled: "Boss Jiang..."

"Rang isn't seeing anyone now." Jiang Yichen got up and left coldly.

Xiaomi frowned: "Brother Si Chen, Mr. Jiang..."

Si Chen shook his head: "Just do what President Jiang said."

The studio's Weibo once again paralyzed the Internet.

[No, you didn't say that Pippirang is okay? 】

【Isn't something really going to happen? 】

[If Pippirang is okay, please come out and say something, okay?I cried all afternoon...]

[I have been crying since the accident, and my hands are shaking. 】

[I asked for a peace talisman for Gu Qingrang, hoping that he would survive. 】

The studio was silent, and netizens went to Gu Qingrang's acquaintances one after another. As Gu Qingrang's assistant, Xiaomi's Weibo was about to explode.Seeing those questioning comments, Xiaomi also had a headache.

Not to mention these fans and netizens, even her life assistant doesn't know what's going on with Gu Qingrang now.

Jiang Yichen completely blocked all news about Gu Qingrang, since the accident until now, she hasn't seen Gu Qingrang yet.How would she explain it to netizens?

[You are Gu Qingrang's assistant, why can't you tell me if he is safe or not? 】

Xiaomi was aggrieved, and tremblingly replied to her one by one.

[I haven't seen Brother Gu, Mr. Jiang is accompanying Brother Gu now...]

Weibo exploded in an instant.