The actor wants to get a divorce

Jiang Zefei was stunned by the bump.

There was a "buzzing" sound in his head, and a warm liquid rushed down from his nasal cavity in an instant, and he subconsciously covered it with his hands.

Hands and palms full of blood.

Jiang Zefei is not easy to mess with, let alone he has had a big fight with Lin Yan since he was a child, and now he is even more unwilling to give in on the issue of Feng Jin.

Jiang Zefei glared at Lin Yan viciously.

Lin Yan rushed over, grabbed Jiang Zefei by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, pressed him against the door, and gritted his teeth: "If I see you play tricks on him again, Jiang Zefei, don't blame me for causing trouble to your parents Go over there, I won't show you face."

Jiang Zefei sneered, and pushed Lin Yan away.

He wiped his nose and sneered: "Lin Yan, what are you pretending to be here? How noble do you think you are? Who doesn't know what you did to Feng Jin before? Now you are pretending to be affectionate here , who do you hate?"

Lin Yan's fists creaked, "I don't care about the past, now, I don't allow anyone to hurt him. If anyone hurts him, I, Lin Yan, will definitely make him feel bad."

Jiang Zefei was even more disdainful, and laughed out loud: "You first tortured Feng Jin all over his body, and then became a knight here, you are really kind."

Jiang Zefei took two tissues to block his nose, and snorted: "You don't seem to be able to solve the problem in other ways except fisting. I'm really worried. If Feng Jin really follows you, you Will he be domestically abused?"

Lin Yan's chest heaved and fell, his eyes were icy cold, with a piercing chill.

Jiang Zefei crumpled up the bloody paper, threw it into the trash can, and squinted at Lin Yan: "It's because of you that your brother died young, and I don't know if he died at a young age. I can't die with peace..."

Lin Yan's brain exploded with a "buzz".

The cold light in his eyes was full of blood and rain, and Lin Yan almost lost his last trace of reason. He rushed over and raised his fist at Jiang Zefei: "Jiang Zefei, do you still have a conscience? My brother has regarded you as his own brother since he was a child!"

His brother's bones are still cold now!

Jiang Zefei and Lin Yan finally tore apart in the room. Not long after Lin Yan's legs and feet recovered, Jiang Zefei quickly gained the upper hand.

He kicked on Lin Yan's knee, and Lin Yan let out a muffled snort. The severe pain made him kneel on the ground involuntarily, his face was pale, and a layer of sweat was forced out of his forehead!

Jiang Zefei tugged Lin Yan's hair and threw him aside.

He panted heavily, wiped his fingers, and his eyes were red: "I feel bad when my brother dies, but did I say something wrong? If it weren't for you, my brother would break up with Fu Ran."

Offended Fu Ran?Will Fu Ran take revenge on Brother?You pretended to be dead on the bed, lying comfortably for a year as a shopkeeper, but let Feng Jin and brother wipe your ass for you, how did brother get here for more than a year, and how much do you know? "

Jiang Zefei's voice trembled: "I don't have a conscience? I didn't have a conscience when my brother wanted to euthanize you, so I stopped persuading him! And what's going on with you now! Who has no conscience?"

Lin Yan's face was pale and red, he lowered his head slightly and took a few quick breaths, if someone stabbed a knife horizontally into his chest, it would be very painful.

Jiang Zefei sneered: "Don't blame Fu Ran for all your faults. If it weren't for you, Fu Ran and brother might have been married a long time ago."

Lin Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

Jiang Zefei swept Feng Jin who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and looked at Lin Yan again: "I will not let Feng Jin let you down."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Lin Yan's Adam's apple trembled, and his heart was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Jiang Zefei was right. He lost his temper with Fu Ran and Ji Rulang in the hospital because he didn't want to admit that he was the real cause of his brother's death.

because of him

If it weren't for him, his brother would never have broken up with Fu Ran.

How could Fu Ran generate resentment to force Lin Yang to his death?

Lin Yan hugged his head tightly, trembling all over, his fingers scratched a red scratch on the back of his neck.

"Brother... I'm sorry..."

"Sorry……"

There was only Lin Yan's suppressed breathing and sobbing in the room.

I don't know how long it took before Lin Yan stood up from the ground with a pale complexion. He staggered to the bedside, stretched out his hand to tidy up Feng Jin's clothes, and then covered him with a quilt.

Feng Jin's face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were a little red from drunkenness.

Lin Yan's heart tightened even more. He stared at Feng Jin with gentle and painful eyes: his voice was hoarse: "I know I'm not qualified, but I really... want to treat you well. Xiao Jin, give me another chance ,OK?"

Feng Jin fell asleep, he didn't know what Lin Yan said, Lin Yan stared at his calm face, sighed softly, and stuffed his hands into the quilt.

"Good night."

Jiang Zefei didn't leave, he went to the 24 pharmacy downstairs to buy medicine, and sat on the sofa to treat the wound on his body.

After processing, he put all the medicines into a bag and threw them together to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan remained silent, opened the plastic bag, and silently applied the lotion to his hands.

─In the evening, neither Lin Yan nor Jiang Zefei said a word.

The two of them were carrying bags all over their heads, staring at each other. At dawn, they couldn't hold on anymore. One was lying on the sofa, and the other fell asleep on the dining table.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Feng Jin sobered up from the hangover.

He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

He doesn't drink well, and he rarely drinks alcohol. Yesterday, he made an exception to get drunk to take care of Lin Yan's mood. Now his head is still dizzy, and his whole body is limp and weak.

Feng Jin bent down, splashed cold water on his face, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw himself in the mirror.

The red mark on the neck is dazzling and clear.

He froze immediately, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch it.

Is it... a hickey?

Still in this position?

Feng Jin lifted up his clothes in a panic, and checked other places.

He began to wonder whether his lack of strength and weakness in his feet were the side effects of a hangover, or if someone had really done something to him.

Otherwise, how to explain this trace?

Feng Jin frowned, pushed open the bathroom door and walked out, and woke up the two sleeping men in the living room.

"Feng Jin, are you awake?"

Jiang Zefei yawned and leaned towards Feng Jin.

Lin Yan jumped up and stopped Feng Jin.

Like a wolf tightly guarding its cubs.

"Feng Jin, listen to me..."

"Xiao Jin, listen to me..."

Feng Jin interrupted Lin Yan and Jiang Zefei impatiently, with fierce eyes: "Shut up! Sit on the sofa!"

Both Lin Yan and Jiang Zefei were taken aback.

After a while, Jiang Zefei shrugged and sat down.

Lin Yan frowned, and sat beside Jiang Zefei in silence.

Feng Jin pointed to his neck: "What's going on? Who did it?"

Jiang Zefei poked Lin Yan with his finger: "He."

Lin Yan's eyes turned red, he stood up from the sofa, looked at Feng Jin: "I didn't."

Jiang Zefei sneered: "Come on, do you have the guts to do it, but don't you have the guts to admit it? If you don't have such dirty thoughts about Feng Jin, what are you going to do with Feng Jin wine?"

Lin Yan clenched his teeth.

Jiang Zefei said to Feng Jin: "When I came, I saw Lin Yan took off your clothes and was still treating you...I couldn't get angry, so I beat him up. That's how the injury came, I was worried that he would not change his mind, and stayed here all night. I was exhausted."

Feng Jin's gaze fell on Lin Yan coldly.

Lin Yan's throat was blocked tightly, and he couldn't say anything.

He was short of breath, his eye sockets became more red, and his fingers curled up so hard that his knuckles turned blue and white.

Anxious and helpless eyes.

Feng Jin withdrew his gaze, turned around and went to the bedroom, and took out his coat.

He nodded to Jiang Zefei: "Let's go."

Jiang Zefei smiled and immediately followed him: "Hey."

Lin Yan's heart was in severe pain, his nose was sour, and his eyes were so red that it made people tremble with fear.

He stretched out his hand, and when Feng Jin passed by him, he gently grabbed his arm.

Feng Jin frowned and turned to look at him.

Lin Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were red and he shook his head slightly.

He did not.

not him.

Feng Jin stared at him silently.

The coolness in that gaze made his heart frantic, as if someone poked a hole, full of panic.

Lin Yan let out a sad and wry smile in this gaze, and let go of Feng Jin's arm little by little.

Feng Jin took Jiang Zefei out of the apartment.

Jiang Zefei followed Feng Jin, chattering: "Feng Jin, I'll move back to live. It just so happens that I haven't packed up my things. Lin Yan has bad intentions for you. I really..."

Feng Jin reached out and pressed the button of the elevator.

He directly interrupted Jiang Zefei's words in a cold voice: "Do you know why I keep rejecting you?"

Jiang Zefei was taken aback.

"what?"

Feng Jin looked at him calmly: "Because you like me, but it's getting worse and worse."

Jiang Zefei's face turned ugly instantly: "What are you talking about?"

Feng Jin raised his head slightly and stared at him: "Love makes people better."

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Feng Jin finally had an expression on his face, as if regretting: "Then let me be clearer, I don't like you framing Lin Yan, understand?"

Jiang Zefei's eyes widened.

He actually...know?

Feng Jin bowed his head, took out a key from his pocket and gently placed it in Jiang Zefei's hand.

"Go and clean up your stuff from my apartment. If you don't collect it yourself, I'll treat it as garbage."

Jiang Zefei panicked: "Feng Jin, don't, I..."

Feng Jin bit his lips lightly, and interrupted him: "Stop talking, I don't want to hear it."

Jiang Zefei held the key, unbelievable: "You still like him, don't you? He used to treat you that way."

"I don't like him anymore." Feng Jin's voice was calm: "He did do too much to me, but, as I said, only I can bully him in this world, others..."

He stared at Jiang Zefei suddenly, and said in a cold voice, "...no way."

The elevator door opened with a "ding dong".

Feng Jin nodded at him: "I won't see you off, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Jiang Zefei, turned around and walked back.

When he and Jiang Zefei came out, the door was not closed. Standing at the door, he could see the scene in the living room at a glance.

Lin Yan sat on the sofa with his head bowed deeply, his facial features were not in the shadows, his head was still wrapped in a bandage, his shoulders shrunk slightly, he looked like an abandoned pet dog.

Feng Jin stared at him for a long time, he was always in the same posture, not moving a muscle.

Feng Jin took a deep breath, walked up to him lightly, and called him in a low voice:

"Lin Yan."