The actor wants to get a divorce

Jiang Zefei was obviously mad about this matter, and he gritted his teeth: "Yes, do you think this Fu Ran is sick? A husband and wife will pay a hundred days of kindness. My brother has been with him for so many years, and he really can do it. No love at all. Dogs!"

Feng Jin frowned: "Then...does Brother Lin Yang know?"

"Why don't you know? He led people to throw my brother's things out of the office. In front of my brother's many subordinates, I have never seen my brother in such an embarrassing manner. If it wasn't for my brother to stop Come on, I've already gone up and beat him up."

"Brother Lin Yang didn't say anything?"

Feng Jin couldn't believe it, how could Lin Yang willingly give up such a big company.

"I said it, I cursed Fu Ran to die."

Jiang Zefei sighed: "A person in his 30s has nothing left today. Do you think he is really willing? But my brother is really too tired and can't fight anymore. The other party is his ex-boyfriend who has been with him for more than ten years. I found that He keeps running to the hospital recently, asking him what's the matter, but he doesn't say anything."

Jiang Zefei washed the picked vegetables under the faucet, and sighed again, "I really don't know what evil this family did in their previous life. Both brothers did this."

Feng Jin frowned and didn't speak.

He felt that there were many reasons for Lin Yan to become like this. Now he can't do anything except take care of him and wait for him to wake up.

"I remember Lin Yang likes to eat the kind of baked buns. I'll make some later, and you can take them to him."

Jiang Zefei exclaimed: "You can bake bread? You are such a treasure boy."

Feng Jin blushed slightly: "No, Brother Gu taught me, that's the real treasure boy, even though Brother Gu is usually a rough and careless guy, but he can go to the hall and go to the kitchen.

As Feng Jin said, he took out the flour and kneaded some dough.

In the middle of it, he suddenly realized that the air conditioner in Lin Yan's room was not turned on, so he hurriedly washed his hands to turn on the air conditioner for Lin Yan.

While controlling the temperature with the remote control "tick-tick", Jiang Zefei came in with a box of salt: "Feng Jin, is there salt in here?"

Feng Jin glanced back: "Yes. The one on the left is salt, and the one on the right is sugar. If you can't tell the difference, just taste it."

Jiang Zefei suddenly let out a "puchi" laugh, staring at Feng Jin's face became very strange, the corners of his eyes were raised, full of irrepressible smiles.

Feng Jin was puzzled: "You...what are you laughing at?"

"You have flour on your face."

Feng Jin said "ah", with an embarrassed expression, he quickly rubbed his sleeve on his face, "How is it, is there any more?"

Jiang Zefei suppressed a smile, "Yes."

Feng Jin's face was flushed, he put down the remote control and was about to run towards the mirror.

Jiang Zefei stopped him, and gently rubbed the skin under Feng Jin's eyes twice with his warm fingers.

Feng Jin's ears felt hot: "Okay... okay?"

Jiang Zefei's eyeballs flickered, then he curled up his index finger and quickly scratched the tip of Feng Jin's nose.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Jiang Zefei had already retracted his hand, with a piercing smile: "It's all right now."

Feng Jin rolled his Adam's apple up and down twice, trying to say something, but finally lowered his head slowly and remained silent.

Jiang Zefei went to the kitchen laughing again.

Feng Jin froze in place by himself, and it took him a long time to reach out and gently touch the tip of his nose.

The temperature there is scorching hot, and some people burn their hands.

Is he blushing?

It took a long time before Feng Jin let out a sigh of relief, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner again, and turned the temperature of the room to 26 degrees.

Then he went to the bed and took Lin Yan's hand out of the quilt.

At this temperature, if he was wrapped in a quilt, he would be too hot.

Lin Yan's palm was a little wet, and when Feng Jin was about to let go, his fingers were suddenly hooked.

Looking down, he realized that it was Lin Yan's index finger that was lightly clasped on his little finger and curled up, as if in a gesture of convincing.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Is it normal muscle movement again?

He looked at Lin Yan's face, on that pale and weak face, the beautiful brows were tightly frowned, and there was a look of pain.

"Why have you become so fond of frowning recently..."

Jiang Zefei's call came from outside the door: "Feng Jin, hurry up and help, I can't handle this fish!"

"Oh, here we come!"

Feng Jin grabbed Lin Yan's hand, turned around and left in a hurry.

After the beginning of spring, the weather is getting warmer and warmer.

Feng Jin is getting sleepy more and more easily. A second ago, he remembered that he was lying on the sofa and saw the news that "Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang fought and both entered the police station and suspected of breaking up". He was thinking about whether to give Gu Qingrang a fight. I made a phone call, and somehow curled up on the sofa and fell asleep the next second.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a seductive aroma, and got up from the sofa in a daze, only to see a figure swaying in the kitchen.Feng Jin's heart skipped a beat: "Lin Yan?"

The man raised his head upon hearing the sound, with a joyful and smug smile on his face, he waved to him: "Xiao Jin, you lazy cat, I made boiled fish fillets, come and taste it."

Feng Jin's eyes were flushed, the sun was dazzling after two o'clock in the afternoon, and he hurriedly ran towards that person with bare feet.

"Lin Yan..."

The light and shadow instantly dimmed, and there was no one in the cold kitchen.

Feng Jin's breathing tightened, he looked around hastily, his heart was squeezed and suffocated, he couldn't help shouting: "Lin Yan!"

He convulsed twice suddenly, and then he woke up completely from the drowning dream.

In front of him was Jiang Zefei with a worried and complicated expression.

"Feng Jin, are you okay?"

Feng Jin panted heavily, looked around, only to realize that he was still lying on the sofa, and when he touched his forehead, his palms were covered in dense cold sweat.

Jiang Zefei helped Feng Jin up, with a heavy tone; "You just kept calling Lin Yan..."

Feng Jin smiled palely: "I dreamed that he woke up.

Such a real dream, he could even clearly feel the ecstasy of seeing him in the dream, and the fear and despair after Lin Yan disappeared again.Jiang Zefei supported Feng Jin's shoulder: "Feng Jin, you put too much pressure on yourself."

Feng Jin pushed Jiang Zefei away, "I'll go see him."

Lin Yan in the bedroom is still as usual.

Feng Jin thought of Lin Yan who smiled and let him pass by in his dream, and his heart couldn't help twitching.

Jiang Zefei's eyes lit up: "Feng Jin, spring has started recently, and the weather is fine, why don't we go to the countryside for a picnic to enjoy the spring? By the way, help Lin Yanling's father sweep the grave."

"I'm not in the mood."

"It's because I'm not in the mood, so I have to go out to get some air." Jiang Zefei smiled, "This house is lifeless, so what if you get sick from boredom?"

Seeing that Feng Jin was still hesitating, Jiang Zefei ran to Feng Jin's side, but acted like a baby: "Go, go."

"Then Lin Yan..."

"There are many viruses in spring, and Lin Yan's resistance is weak. How about letting a nurse take care of him for a day?" Jiang Zefei frowned, and said in a low voice: "Besides, the two of us are stepping

Chun, it's very inconvenient to take him with you. "

Feng Jin thought about it too, and nodded lightly: "Okay, I'll call the nurse tomorrow."

"Then I'm going to prepare things for tomorrow."

After Jiang Zefei left, Feng Jincai took out his mobile phone, clicked on Weibo and took a look, the names of Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang had already been removed from the hot search list.There was nothing to be found on Weibo, Feng Jin almost doubted whether this was also his own dream, so he simply called Gu Qingrang directly.

"Hey?"

On the phone, Gu Qingrang's voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying.

Feng Jin giggled in his heart, "Brother Gu, what's going on with you and Mr. Jiang? Why did you enter the police station? Are you all right?"

Lu Qingrang immediately cried twice over there.

Feng Jin was even more panicked: "Don't... Brother Gu, don't cry, what's going on? If Mr. Jiang beats you domestically, just tell me, and I'll beat him with the Shaolin Eighteen Punches."

Lu Qingrang's voice was embarrassing, angry and ashamed: "Don't ask, brother Gu and I have lost face to the Pacific Ocean, and it's all because of Jiang Yichen, that stinky idiot!

Lu Qingrang "woo hoo hoo" on the phone: "It's all because of what he said about the anniversary, he wanted something exciting, so he had to drag me, a serious boy, to play role-playing... Cough cough, you know , What about the police and gangsters, professors and students...cough cough, and then there was too much movement, and the neighbors reported that we were fighting..."

Feng Jin: "...Brother Gu, you guys are so good at playing."

Lu Qingrang resisted to the death: "I was also forced, and I sternly refused at that time! If you want to blame, Jiang Yichen is to blame! It's too coquettish."

Feng Jin smiled helplessly, "As long as you and Mr. Jiang are fine."

"Why do you say it's okay? I've lost all my face, okay? Brother Gu, I can't stay in the entertainment industry anymore. I will announce my retirement tomorrow, and I can be the wife of the president with peace of mind from now on."

Knowing that Gu Qingrang was fine, Feng Jin also breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Qing asked Feng Jin to talk about some things, and then "slapped" the phone and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, he glared at Jiang Yichen who was sitting not far away.

Hit him with an orange in your hand.

Jiang Yichen caught it steadily, peeled the orange with his slender fingers, tore it into small pieces and handed it to Gu Qingrang's mouth.

"Go away, I don't want to eat."

Gu Qing was very angry.

Jiang Yichen nodded: "If you don't eat it, I will eat it myself."

Lu Qingrang gave him another gouging look, gnashing his teeth: "Let's sleep in separate beds from now on."

Jiang Yichen was helpless, "Gu Qingrang, you are too unreasonable."

"Why am I being unreasonable?"

Jiang Yichen's eyes were deep: "Are you embarrassed to ask? You insist on pulling me to play some role play, and you are so involved in the show, shouting so loudly, doing the same thing as murdering, smashing three vases, and calling the police. You still blame..."

Gu Qingrang rushed over, picked up an orange and stuffed it into Jiang Yichen's mouth, blushing like a boiled shrimp, "Eat your orange! Don't talk about such... such things in the future!"

Jiang Yichen grabbed his wrist, turned over, pressed the person under him, and chuckled twice, "Hey, the great actor, I made a lot of sacrifices this time to preserve your reputation. Those hot search news cost me millions. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

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