The actor wants to get a divorce

Lin Yan's shoulders stiffened suddenly, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Feng Jin in front of him in disbelief.

"Little Jin..."

He was wearing a bandage on his head, and the skin on his nose was scratched. His tall body of 1.8 meters was shrunk on the sofa, looking a little pitiful.

Not long after he woke up from a coma, he was told that the company was gone, his father was gone, and his brother who had been an idol since childhood was gone, and he was framed and stabbed by his relatives.

Feng Jin could hardly control his pity and sympathy for him.

Lin Yan looked at him and stood up: "Why are you back?"

He is not with Jiang Zefei...

Feng Jin said calmly: "I've already spoken to Jiang Zefei, I know, what happened last night was not your fault."

He even knew the scars and moles on Lin Yan's body, and Feng Jin knew at a glance whether he was lying or not.

Lin Yan's eyes were bright, and his expression was obviously a little excited and joyful, he pressed Chun tightly, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

"Xiao Jin, you..."

Feng Jin frowned: "Go and treat the injury on your leg."

Feng Jin's words are more useful to Lin Yan now than the imperial decree, so he nodded immediately, and turned around to find medicine.

Feng Jin quickly grabbed him: "Forget it, sit down, I'll help you find it."

Lin Yan's knee was kicked by Jiang Zefei.

A large bluish-purple patch.

Lin Yan originally fantasized about whether Feng Jin would help him apply the medicine, but Feng Jin obviously didn't have that intention, and put the medicine in front of him: "I'll make some breakfast, and you take care of it slowly."

Lin Yan was extremely disappointed.

He called Feng Jin: "You won't be with Jiang Zefei anymore, will you?"

Feng Jin nodded: "Yes, but I won't be with you either."

Lin Yan's face turned pale violently, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.

Feng Jin went to the kitchen, and the sound of ding ding dong dong came quickly.

Lin Yan lowered his head, and silently put the medicinal wine on his knees.

It hurts.

His heart was aching along with it.

After taking the medicine, Lin Yan went to the kitchen to find Feng Jin: "I'll help you."

Feng Jin turned his head: "No need, you should rest."

"No." Lin Yan's face was a little pale: "Tomorrow is my brother's funeral, and I still have some things to do this afternoon."

When Lin Yang was mentioned, Feng Jin's eyes darkened.

"You really plan to let Fu Ran go to the funeral?"

Lin Yan put the tomatoes on the cutting board, gestured twice with a knife, and frowned: "It means Jinmocheng."

Feng Jin said: "I heard from Brother Gu that Fu Ran doesn't plan to participate."

Lu Qingrang said that Fu Ran's current state, the funeral can be held directly by lighting a stick of incense.

Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Shrinking your head like a turtle, it's so f*cking to be looked down upon."

Feng Jin was extremely puzzled: "Speaking of which, why did your brother marry Jin Mocheng?"

Lin Yan: "Who knows."

Although Lin Yan is a second-generation ancestor, he is still good at cooking. He skillfully cut tomatoes into small pieces, then put them in boiling water to peel them, and then fried a plate of tomatoes and eggs.

In the end, it turned out that it was Feng Jin who beat him up.

Feng Jin watched him turn and turn, his head was full of injuries, he was busy in the kitchen, and couldn't help but said: "Can you not fight with others in the future?"

Lin Yan: "Huh?"

Feng Jin was a little embarrassed: "Especially... for me."

─Being bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes.

He was really afraid of the only seedling of the Lin family, because he was broken.

He can't take this responsibility, and he's sorry for brother Lin Yang.

Lin Yan stared at Feng Jin, then smiled: "Okay, I will follow your orders."

After dinner, Lin Yan began to deal with his brother's belongings.

─He packed all the old clothes and daily necessities into bags, ready to throw them away, so it’s better not to keep them.

When Lin Yang was sick and moved here in a hurry, he didn't have many things left here. The trouble was at home, he didn't know how to tell his mother.

He happened to be, and his brother...

In addition to clothes, Lin Yang also had some personal collections. Lin Yan contacted his assistant and asked him to come to take the things away and prepare to sell them.

In the bedside table, Lin Yan found an old mobile phone.

It was carefully hidden in a box, wrapped in a blue handkerchief, presumably his brother's favorite thing.

Smartphones were not popular ten years ago, and the paint on the old phone's casing was peeling off, and it was tattered. Lin Yan found a charger after digging through boxes and cabinets. After more than half an hour of fiddling, he finally turned on the phone.

That was the first time Lin Yan saw a photo of Lin Yang when he was a teenager.

Lin Yang didn't like taking pictures, even family portraits. When Lin Yang was sixteen or seventeen, he was still young, and he didn't have much memory of Lin Yang at that age.

In these photos, there are Lin Yang in school uniform doing homework in the classroom, Lin Yang secretly hiding under the desk and reading comic books, Lin Yang playing games with headphones in an Internet cafe with an impatient face, and Lin Yang with a hand Lin Yang, who was holding a beer and smoking a cigarette in one hand, also had a photo of Lin Yang's English test paper, which was only [-] points.

Lin Yan let out a "puchi" and couldn't help laughing.

He called Feng Jin over, and pointed to the picture of Lin Yang smoking: "When I smoked for the first time, my brother held three meetings at home to criticize me and deduct my pocket money for two months. Look at him... Tsk tsk, if I didn't see these photos, I would really think my brother is a good student, good boy."

At his age, his brother was only a freshman in high school at most, and he smoked, drank and went to Internet cafes, which was much more awesome than he was back then.

At least he didn't pass the embarrassing score of [-] points in the English test.

Feng Jin was also surprised.

Unexpectedly, Brother Lin Yang, who is a career elite, was also a troublesome wild boy in the past.

Feng Jin glanced at Lin Yan: "No wonder you are brothers."

─One is obviously bad, and the other is secretly bad.

No one loses.

Feng Jin became even more curious: "Who took this photo?"

"My brother is so handsome, maybe some idiot secretly took the photo, it's really perverted."

Lin Yan flipped through more than a dozen photos, and when he saw the person inside, he sneered: "So it's this pervert."

Feng Jin tilted his head for a look, and was instantly stunned.

It was a selfie photo of Fu Ran and Lin Yang.

The young Fu Ran and the young Lin Yang were shoulder to shoulder, with the steaming hot pot behind them.

In the future, there will be more and more photos of the two of them together, and they will become more and more intimate.

Lin Yan's face became more and more gloomy.

Now he finally knows why his brother keeps this phone so preciously.

It's a pity that that bastard Fu Ran is not worthy of his brother's devotion.

Lin Yan turned his head and glanced at Feng Jin: "You just said that Fu Ran is not going to attend my brother's funeral?"

"Ah."

Lin Yan sneered.

He picked a photo of Fu Ran and Lin Yang together, took it with his mobile phone, and sent it to Jiang Yichen's WeChat.

[Let Fu Ran look at the photo. 】

─A few minutes later, Fu Ran called directly.

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows, pressed the speakerphone, and asked Feng Jin to listen together.

Fu Ran's voice jumped out of the receiver in a panic. The voice was trembling, as if blown to pieces by a strong wind.

"Where did you find this photo?"

Lin Yan: "My brother left behind a mobile phone, an old version of Nokia. There are many photos in it. They are all photos of my brother and you when he was a teenager. It is really something worth remembering."

Fu Ran was short of breath and her voice was hoarse: "Leave me, give me the photo..."

Lin Yan smiled: "Let you go? Why should I let you go? I'm going to delete all these photos now."

Fu Ran suddenly growled: "No!"

"Lin Yan, I beg you, don't delete it, don't delete it..."

Fu Ran's voice was full of crying.

Feng Jin's face was pale, and his head lowered little by little.

Lin Yan turned off the speakerphone and put the phone to his ear: "I'll see you at my brother's funeral tomorrow at nine o'clock. My brother-in-law and I are waiting for you."

He said every word, and the word "Brother" was exceptionally slow and clear.

It seemed to make Fu Ran hear more clearly.

As he wished, he heard that the other party lost his voice for a moment, even the sound of breathing stopped.

Lin Yan sneered: "For those who won't see you tomorrow, you will never want to see these photos. This is my brother's and your last memory. You decide what to do."

After speaking, Lin Yan hung up the phone.

The call time is 1 minute.

Lin Yan found out Jiang Yichen's WeChat, and withdrew the photo that was sent out.

He wouldn't even leave one to Fu Ran.

brute.

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Lin Yan: Fu Ran, I'll kill you, you wait, Lao Tzu?????? Xiao Jin~ Xiao Jin? My hand hurts so much, I want to cry.

I’ll add an update for everyone today, February is coming, when will everyone start school?

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