The actor wants to get a divorce

The anger in Lin Yan's heart could not go away for a long time.

Feng Jin lowered his head, stared at his shoes in a daze with a pale complexion, and tightened his shoulders.

Lin Yan's heart gave a "giggle" momentarily, and his eyes were anxious: "Did I scare you?"

Feng Jin looked up: "What?"

Lin Yan frowned: "Just now... I was so fierce, did it remind you of some bad things?"

During those days, he imprisoned Feng Jin by his side and tortured him both physically and mentally. In fact, thinking about it carefully, he and Fu Ran were exactly the same.

None of them are good things.

It's just that Feng Jin was luckier than his brother and was not tortured to death.

Lin Yan grabbed the bandage on his forehead, pretending to be relaxed and smiled: "When you left with Jiang Zefei today, I was really uncomfortable, knowing that I have no right to be jealous, my heart was still sour, sore and painful. "

Feng Jin clenched his fingers silently.

He didn't really want to hear such words from Lin Yan. Lin Yan thought that if he got too close to the vortex of the stream with high tide in spring, he would be swept away.

Feng Jin was drowned once, and he seemed to have lost his life. Now he just wants to stay away from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was still talking: "I know what kind of a jerk I was when I asked Xiao Hang for a fake marriage and asked you to officiate the wedding."

If others touch Feng Jin, he will go crazy, let alone he and Xiao Hang acted a full set of scenes.

How sad Feng Jin must have been, and he still insisted on preparing for his wedding.

His spirit was in trouble during that period.

Every time Lin Yan thinks about it, his intestines turn green with regret.

"Xiao Jin, I..."

Feng Jin stood up and interrupted Lin Yan: "I have something to do tonight, so I'm leaving first."

Lin Yan glanced at his watch, it was almost seven o'clock.

"It's so late, do you have anything else to do?"

Feng Jin nodded: "Well, I'm going to Associate Professor Xu's side and help him sort out some materials."

Lin Yan frowned.

Feng Jin didn't care whether he was willing or not, anyway, he just wanted to inform Lin Yan.

Lin Yan stopped him: "It's so late, which professor would ask students to help organize the documents? You have to be careful."

Feng Jin smiled: "He is a decent person, an intellectual, don't think about it, let alone, who can hurt me?"

Lin Yan nodded thoughtfully, his heart began to sour again.

Oh, it's just an associate professor.

What a big deal.

I heard that academics are all middle-aged uncles with balding general belly.

Feng Jin has dated handsome guys with eight-pack abs like him before, so he definitely doesn't like that kind of stuffy old pedant.

Feng Jin didn't know what Lin Yan had imagined, he packed his things: "Then I'm leaving."

Lin Yan sent him out and saw him enter the elevator. After a while, he lowered his head and went back to the house.

As soon as Feng Jin left, Lin Yan's heart was empty.

The whole person is simply restless.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it was.

Feng Jin is a freshman who just entered school, and he only had his first day of class yesterday, so why did the professor ask Feng Jin to go without using a bunch of students he knew?

Still going to organize files at night?Can't it be during the day?

He...wouldn't be really interested in Feng Jin, would he?

Lin Yan "giggled" in his heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Is this okay?

Don't be afraid of hooligans, but be afraid of hooligans who are educated.

Feng Jin will definitely suffer.

Lin Yan couldn't sit still anymore, he took his coat, put it on indiscriminately, and ran downstairs looking for Feng Jin.

As soon as he ran out of the apartment building, he saw Feng Jin standing on the side of the road with a black Land Rover parked in front of him.

The car door opened, and a man in his early 30s walked out of it.

His facial features are not sharp, but somewhat bookish, gentle and soft, with black hair, a simple white shirt without a tie on his upper body, the hem of the shirt is tucked into his thin waist, and black trousers and leather shoes on his lower body.

The whole person is clean, which makes people feel very comfortable.

He...is that Associate Professor Xu that Feng Jin mentioned?

How can a professor be so young and so...

Lin Yan frowned, as if he had eaten a lemon, it was so sour that his stomach was nauseated.

The man handed Feng Jin the two folders in his hand.

Lin Yan watched Feng Jin nod with admiration and respect.

Lin Yan's eyes instantly turned red.

He knew that this man was uneasy and kind to Xiao Jin!Seeing that his little Jin was coaxed into a daze for a while, his soul was almost gone!

When did Xiao Jin look at others with that look.

Not even him!

Lin Yan's fingers creaked.

Just waiting for this man to make a move on Xiao Jin, he will take pictures to leave evidence, and report to the school tomorrow that he has no teacher ethics.

But to Lin Yan's disappointment, Associate Professor Xu just smiled and said a few words to Feng Jin, then opened the car door, got in, and drove away.

─The teacher-student rules have not been exceeded.

Feng Jin, on the other hand, stood silently at the same spot, watching the car go away. After a long time, he hugged the things in his arms tightly and walked across the street.

Alarm bells rang out in Lin Yan's heart.

Forget about Jiang Zefei.

Feng Jin doesn't like him at all, Jiang Zefei is going to mess around again, with Feng Jin's attitude, he will never be enough of a threat.

But what about the one named Xu?

Feng Jin's smile to him was real, and so was his adoring and enthusiastic eyes... and no matter whether it was compared to him or Jiang Zefei, that older man seemed more mature and stable.

Still an associate professor.

Feng Jin yearned for school since he was a child.

Lin Yan's heart went cold.

Finally at this moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of panic and crisis.

That feeling wasn't as simple as the fact that he had lost something important.

It's just watching helplessly that the treasure that once belonged to you is taken away by another person little by little. You can no longer hug him, own him, he kicks you out of the only place in your heart, and then stuffs another person in. , packed full...

Lin Yan could hardly breathe, he didn't know how he got back to the apartment, Feng Jin's eyes on the man were too fierce, it burned every nerve of Lin Yan, and kept him up all night.

Before dawn the next morning, he couldn't help dialing Feng Jin's cell phone.

Feng Jin called five or six times before he was connected.

"What's the matter..." Feng Jin's voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Yan's brain became hot: "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Is there anyone else over there?"

If it was the person surnamed Xu, Feng Jin would certainly not be able to answer the phone conveniently.

Feng Jin muttered vaguely: "I'm alone at home, who can I have..."

"Then you won't answer my call?"

Feng Jin: "...It's 04:30 in the morning. Normal people are sleeping, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Yan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely before replying in a muffled voice, "I haven't slept all night."

"how?"

Lin Yan couldn't say it was because of acetic acid, so he could only say: "It's about my brother. Are you here to pick me up?"

Feng Jin has come to his senses, and his voice has become clear: "Can you drive by yourself?"

"I hurt my leg."

"That's called the driver."

Lin Yan frowned: "I don't want to be seen crutching."

Feng Jin was helpless: "I am also human."

Lin Yan was stubborn, with a deep and forceful voice: "You are different, in front of you, I can be as embarrassed as I am."

Feng Jin was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I'll pick you up in a while."

Lin Yan stopped him: "I want to eat the spring rolls you made."

Feng Jin had a headache: "Your brother's funeral, you are in the mood to eat spring rolls."

Lin Yan chuckled lightly: "Life must go on, if I ruin my body again, the Lin family will really count on it."

Feng Jin was woken up early in the morning, and he was really not in the mood to get up and help him fry spring rolls, "The meat buns from the bun shop downstairs, just forget it.

Lin Yan smiled: "Alright."

At exactly seven o'clock, Feng Jin stepped into Lin Yang's apartment dressed in all black, and took Lin Yan to attend Lin Yang's funeral.

The funeral was held at the villa in Jinmo City.

Lin Yan didn't stop him, his elder brother was married to Jinmocheng, and left a suicide note, the dead are the most important, he didn't want to interfere with Jinmocheng's arrangements.

He was just uncomfortable, he didn't even see his brother for the last time.

On the day of Lin Yang's death, his body was sent to the funeral parlor for cremation. Jin Mocheng said that at the end of his life, Lin Yang's whole body was tormented by illness and was so ugly that he was very ugly.

Everything will be handled in a low-key manner.

So today I can only see Lin Yang's urn.

─The man from Mi Baji was packed in such a small dark box. Lin Yan couldn't help but burst into tears as soon as he arrived at the scene. Entertain the guests who come to express their condolences after being busy.

Feng Jin scanned the crowd.

I didn't see Fu Ran.

Will he come over today?

At twelve noon, Jin Mocheng and Lin Yan sent Lin Yang's ashes to the cemetery for burial.

The cemetery was a bit far away, and the bus drove wobbly for more than an hour before stopping at the Jiangshan cemetery.

After Lin Yang was buried, everyone bowed their heads and mourned for 3 minutes. When Feng Jin turned his head again, he saw a person standing not far away.

It's Fu Ran.

He actually came.

Feng Jin's heart beat wildly.

He walked towards this side step by step, but was stopped by the Jin family's bodyguards.

Fu Ran's eyes were red several times and he wanted to rush over, but the bodyguard held his arm, dragged him away, and threw him under a tree in the distance.

Fu Ran struggled to get up from the ground. He was dressed in black, but his face was as pale as a ghost. He looked at Lin Yang's tomb with red eyes, and knelt outside the crowd.

This man who was supposed to be the closest to Lin Yang didn't even have the chance to send Lin Yang a bouquet of flowers at this moment.

Maybe this is why Lin Yan insisted that Fu Ran come here today.

Not being able to send one's beloved for the last time, not being able to come to worship, not being able to talk to him, all these are enough to make Fu Ranyong live in pain.

After the funeral, Lin Yan and Jin Mocheng were the last to leave.

Jin Mocheng hired bodyguards to watch Lin Yang's tomb 24 hours a day, not letting Fu Ran get any closer.

The white chrysanthemum brought by Fu Ran was crushed under Jin Mocheng's feet and crushed: "You are also worthy to mourn Xiaoyang, don't disgust him."

Lin Yan nodded to Jin Mocheng: "Brother, you should go back first."

Jin Mocheng tugged on his tie, turned his head and left.

Lin Yan looked down at the ashen-faced Fu Ran, and then slowly squatted down in front of him.

He took out something from his pocket and handed it to Fu Ran.

It was that phone.

Fu Ran's eyes turned red, and he grabbed the phone with trembling fingers.

Voice trembling: "Let me..."

Lin Yan took the phone back and raised it above his head.

"Kowtow to me." Lin Yan sneered, "I'll give you the kowtow."

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Ran immediately bent down and kowtowed several times in a row, his voice hoarse: "I beg you...give me your phone, I beg you

Xiaoyang left without leaving him anything, and the phone contains the most precious memories of him and Xiaoyang...

Lin Yan grabbed Fu Ran's hair and raised his head violently. Looking at Fu Ran's flushed forehead and begging look, he smiled: "For your good attitude, the phone is still on the table." Here you go."

He held up the phone in front of Fu Ran.

Fu Ran smiled hastily, his eyes were reddened, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The old mobile phone fell into Fu Ran's palm all of a sudden.

Caught by him tightly.

Lin Yan got up and clapped his hands, as if thinking of something: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, all the photos, text messages, videos in it..."

Lin Yan smiled kindly: "I deleted them all."

The author has something to say

I found out...Fu Ran seems to be the one who abused me the most among the three attacks.

After all, abuse is really harmful.

Don't feel sorry for him, what he did to Lin Yang directly led to Lin Yang's death, so he really deserved it.

Lin Yang: Don't worry, let others abuse him first, and I will appear on stage when the abuse is enough.