The actor wants to get a divorce

Lin Yang's eyes trembled slightly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, making it difficult to speak.

Fu Ran's eyes were red, he let go of Lin Yang, his voice became cold several times: "Who is she?"

"how did you guys meet?"

"Go to bed yet?"

Lin Yang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Fu Ran endured the blunt pain in his heart, and his voice trembled: "If you can break up with her and never contact her again, I can pretend that this has never happened..."

He was reluctant to part with the 12 years of relationship.

Really reluctant.

Fu Ran held Lin Yang's arm again: "Xiao Yang, I'll take what happened tonight as a thing of the past. You take care of your outside affairs. It's not easy for this family in 12. Let's live a good life."

Lin Yang's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and under Fu Ran's red eyes, he opened Fu Ran's hand little by little.

"Fu Ran, I didn't do anything to apologize to you."

Fu Ran gasped twice, and gritted his teeth: "Why did you break up if you didn't do it? What did I do wrong?"

His voice suddenly softened, with a bit of pleading: "If I make you angry, tell me, I will change it, Xiaoyang..."

Lin Yang: "Fu Ran, I'm going on a blind date."

Fu Ran was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Lin Yang clenched his palms tightly and repeated: "I said I'm going on a blind date."

Fu Ran sat down on the bed, laughing dumbly.

Lin Yang frowned: "I'm sorry, Fu Ran."

"No, I don't understand." Fu Ran had a funny smile on his face: "You said you didn't do anything wrong to me, and then told me that you were going on a blind date with someone else."

Lin Yang pursed his lower lip lightly.

Fu Ran shook his head with a smile: "Does your mother weigh the contradiction in what you said?"

Lin Yang was silent, for a long time he said softly: "Then consider me sorry for you."

Fu Ran was breathing heavily. He opened the drawer, took out the cigarette inside, lit it directly, and took a deep breath. His lungs were choked and stinging.

His fingers trembled.

Lin Yang frowned slightly.

Fu Ran coughed twice and said, "Is it a woman?" At.o

Fu Ran: "Is that what your parents mean?"

Lin Yang: "Yes."

Fu Ran was silent. He smoked the whole cigarette without saying a word, then lit a second one, and then smiled palely: "Xiaoyang, you ran away from home for me when you were young. You are thirty years old this year , how come the more you live, the worse your fucking life is?"

Lin Yang leaned back against the cabinet, and said in a calm tone, "You know, something happened to my brother. It happened because of a man. My parents were scared."

Fu Ran sneered again.

Lin Yang: "They knelt down on me... Fu Ran, I am a man's child, and I can't help it."

Fu Ran's eyes were red, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and looked up at Lin Yang: "Is it necessary to score? We can think of other ways. Or, you can find a surrogate and have your child. mind!"

"They want a daughter-in-law."

"Then... you got married in a fake way, I don't mind any status, even a nominal mistress..."

Lin Yang interrupted him: "This is unfair to the woman."

Fu Ran suddenly roared out: "Then what about me! Is that fair to me?"

Fu Ran suddenly grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it on Lin Yang's face.

Lin Yang seemed to have only one pale and powerless sentence when he tossed and turned: "Fu Ran, I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apology." Fu Ran almost collapsed: "If you break up without saying a word, then what am I?"

Lin Yang was silent again.

"Don't pretend to be dead when you speak!"

Lin Yang couldn't tell, it was his fault, he was sorry for Fu Ran, what could he say.

Fu Ran was so angry that he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Lin Yang in the face one by one

Lin Yang didn't even move, he closed his eyes subconsciously, waiting for a slap to vent on his face.

Even if Fu Ran was so angry, he was still not willing to slap this slap.

This is the person he has favored for 12 years.

Fu Ran's palm gently stroked Lin Yang's cold face, and his voice was soft: "Xiaoyang, let's calm down, there is always a solution to the problem, your parents, I'll go and talk to you, they don't agree , I knelt down and begged them."

Fu Ran choked up again: "I beg you, for the sake of our 12 years, don't rush to make a decision, okay?"

Lin Yang's eyes finally turned red. He looked at Fu Ran, and the moment he lowered his head, tears couldn't stop pouring out.

Fu Ran pressed his head, let him lean on his shoulder, reached out to stroke his soft black hair, and said softly, "No breakup.

"Um……

"No blind date."

"Ah."

"No regrets."

"it is good."

Hearing Lin Yang's affirmative answer, Fu Ran's heart gradually relaxed.

He rubbed Lin Yang's hair, pulled him to the bed, and kissed him on the forehead: "Don't think about anything, sleep first."

Lin Yang frowned, his voice hoarse: "It smells like smoke."

Fu Ran: "I'm going to spray some freshener, you go to sleep, good night."

After coaxing Lin Yang to sleep, Fu Ran himself couldn't fall asleep.

I ran to the toilet and turned on the exhaust fan to smoke cigarettes one after another.

He was frightened by Xiao Yang's mention of breaking up, his hands and feet were cold, and his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably now.

No matter what, he had to stabilize Xiaoyang first, and then go to see Xiaoyang's parents as soon as possible.

Fu Ran took a shower, wiped off the smell of cigarettes, and went back to the bedroom.

Seeing Lin Yang sleeping soundly on the bed, Fu Ran smiled softly, carefully pecked at the corner of his lips, and hugged him to sleep.

After worrying all night, Fu Ran really overslept the next day.

─Open your eyes, the seat next to you is already empty.

Thinking of what happened last night, Fu Ran panicked and ran to the living room.

Lin Yang came out of the kitchen with two servings of noodles, saw him, and said, "Are you awake? Have breakfast."

Fu Ran breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go wash up first."

Lin Yang was born with a grudge against the kitchen.

The young master of the rich family never touched Yang Chunshui with his ten fingers, and when he was 30 years old, Fu Ran was not willing to let Lin Yang do some housework when he followed him.

─I don’t know what it’s like to have a bowl of noodles cooked by Lin Yang.

Lin Yang threw it aside after eating two mouthfuls, got up and took his coat: "I'm going to the company."

Fu Ran stopped him: "Xiaoyang, you promised me last night, didn't you forget?"

Lin Yang nodded: "I know, didn't I explain everything to you?"

Fu Ran smiled, walked over to wrap him in his arms, and kissed her face several times: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It will be all right."

"Then cook your favorite Hunan cuisine. Come back early at night."

Lin Yang nodded: "Understood."

"Don't ever answer my phone again."

Lin Yang pushed him away: "Okay, I have other things to do at the company, don't get bored."

After Lin Yang left, Fu Ran emptied all the noodles in the bowl, sent a text message to his assistant, asking him to bring him a breakfast, and then drove out the door.

In the afternoon, he had nothing to do, so he left work early, went to the supermarket to buy fresh vegetables, and prepared to make dinner for Lin Yang.

Sure enough, Lin Yang came back very early, the two of them finished their meal in a harmonious atmosphere, and then went to bed to do a couple of exercises for two.

Regarding the topic of that night, both of them tacitly did not bring it up again.

Fu Ran gradually relaxed.

It seems that it's all right. After all these two people have been here for so many years, how could it be possible to break up as soon as they said they would break up.

Fu Ran put the proposal of marriage on the agenda again.

Frightened by this incident, Fu Ran felt that the proposal could not be delayed any longer.

Only when he and Lin Yang become a legal husband and wife relationship can he be completely at ease.

Before going abroad, Fu Ran was quite busy at work, so he had to make an appointment with a client for dinner this afternoon.

As soon as the customer saw Fu Ran, he laughed: "Boss Fu, congratulations!"

The second monk Fu Ranzhang couldn't figure it out, and he also laughed: "Mr. Wang, what are you congratulating me for?"

Mr. Wang smiled and said: "Yo, I'm still shy, hell, it's a happy thing to get married and have a wedding. Everyone is happy when you say it, so what are you doing?"

Fu Ran's face was not very good.

He did have plans for a wedding, but never told anyone about it, how did he know?

Fu Ran held up a smile: "Mr. Wang, where did you hear that I'm going to have a wedding?"

"My friend's house runs a hotel. He said that your boyfriend, Mr. Lin Yanglin, has already booked a wedding for next month..."

Fu Ran's head buzzed, and his body shook suddenly.

Mr. Wang hurriedly reached out to support Fu Ran, and frowned: "Mr. Fu, are you okay?"

Fu Ran pushed him away, his heart beating wildly, and he struggled to hold up a smile, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I'm leaving first."

Fu Ran drove the car and ran all the way back to the apartment.

After entering the apartment, he went straight to the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet that contained the important belongings of the two people.

Lin Yang's ID card, several car keys, and real estate deeds and bank cards are all gone.

Fu Ran seemed to have been slapped hard, his eyes turned red instantly, and he couldn't breathe.

He took out his mobile phone and called Lin Yang.

A mechanical notification sound came from the phone: "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."

Okay, Lin Yang, is this what you promised me?

You are really good.

Turn Lao Tzu around.

Fu Ran took a deep breath, got up coldly, grabbed the car keys and went downstairs, and drove the car directly to Lin Yang's company.

At six o'clock in the evening, Lin Yang walked out of the company.

Fu Ran punched the car horn on the steering wheel.

The sharp and ear-piercing sound made Lin Yang look back, and when he recognized Fu Ran's car, he froze for a moment, then walked over, opened the car door, and sat in: "Why do you have time to pick me up today?"

Fu Ran was breathing heavily, looking out of the window, the hand holding the steering wheel was covered with protruding veins.

Lin Yang pulled up his seat belt, saw him motionless, and frowned: "Why don't you drive, why don't you go home?"

Fu Ran sneered: "You are going to marry someone else, does it matter whether you go back to that home or not?"

Lin Yang's face turned pale: "You... know everything?"