The actor wants to get a divorce

Lin Zhaozhi was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "What does it bother you if I take a longer shower? And you don't need to pay me the electricity bill?"

Ji An had a gossip face, "Hehe" smirked, "Don't make up Director Lin, you're blushing almost dripping red ink, you go and ask, which normal man can take a bath for an hour, are they all men, I I don't know what you do..."

"Ji, Ann."

Lin Zhaozhi clenched his teeth angrily.

Ji An shrank his neck and made a gesture of shutting up: "Don't say it, I just don't say it. Come over for breakfast, I made it myself."

Lin Zhaozhi walked over and took a look. The toast with egg noodles and warmed milk was very rich.

"I thought you knew nothing, you little idiot."

He pulled out the chair and sat down gently.

Ji An smiled: "I didn't know it before, but after I came out alone, I would. I can't take out food every day."

Lin Zhaozhi hooked his lips lukewarmly.

Picked up the toast and took a light bite.

Ji An put his hands under his chin, blinked and acted cutely at him, "Director Lin, let me discuss something with you."

Lin Zhaozhi put on a cold face: "Say."

"Where are you going in the future, can you also take me with you?"

"Why?" Lin Zhaozhi rolled his eyes at him, "Being my tail?"

Ji An smiled: "I'm afraid that Ying Qi will trouble me again."

Lin Zhaozhi was disdainful: "Isn't he doing business? Is it okay to watch you all day long?"

"I don't care! I just want to follow you!" Ji An was relentless, dragging his voice and howling with Lin Zhaozhi: "Director Lin, you can help people to the end, send Buddha to the West, you usually go out to make movies What, don't you have to bring an assistant, you can hire me, I am very capable."

Lin Zhaozhi looked at him with a smile: "I can't afford your high salary."

"It's free." Ji An's eyes lit up, "I'm not short of money. I'm willing to work for you for free."

"No need." Lin Zhaozhi still refused him very politely.

Ji An patted the table and stood up: "Why! I'm free."

Lin Zhaozhi took a sip of milk: "I told you the reason a long time ago. There are specialties in the art field. Do you know what it takes to be a director's assistant? What is your usual job? Who do you want to contact?"

Ji An naturally didn't know, but he was not reconciled: "Then...just teach me."

"I don't want to teach."

"why?"

"You are stupid." Lin Zhaozhi stood up from the chair.

Ji An was furious, and ran to Lin Zhaozhi, intending to have a good argument with him.

Who knew that Lin Zhaozhi directly pressed his head, bent slightly, and whispered in his ear: "If you really want to repay me, why don't you stay at home and clean up for me, so that I don't have to hire an aunt. "

Ji An frowned: "Are you kidding me? Your father is in the prime of his life, and I want you to be a cook at home. You have a good idea. You might as well just fuck me."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhaozhi was stunned.

Ji An also realized that he said something inappropriate, so he laughed "haha" busy, "I'm just kidding, I mean..."

Lin Zhaozhi suddenly pulled Ji An over and pushed him between himself and the table.

Ji An was stunned for a moment, and his cheeks turned red one by one.

"You...what are you doing?"

Lin Zhaozhi's eyes were slightly red, "If I really fuck you, will you go away?"

Ji An was silent for a while, stuttering: "It depends on your...how good your technique is. If it hurts too much, I might kick you off the bed."

"Are you really straight?"

Ji An was silent again for a short period of time before he said lightly: "It used to be, but it wasn't anymore... So if you want to sleep with me, I have no problem, and I don't want you to be responsible, I don't want anyone to be responsible...

Lin Zhaozhi stared at his face.

The slap print from yesterday still didn't disappear in the end, and Ji An's face was still slightly swollen, looking a bit pitiful.

Lin Zhaozhi smiled: "Do you know, what you say is very like a scumbag. The kind who runs away after getting into bed and pulling up his pants."

Ji An's lower back was pressed against the edge of the table, which made him uncomfortable. He twisted his body and simply sat on the table, then smiled disdainfully: "Pull it down, I'm still a scumbag, I just A zero, even if you go to bed, it is done by others, and it can take advantage of others."

Lin Zhaozhi frowned, "Don't talk about being raped all day long, you don't think it's embarrassing."

Impatient, Ji An reached out and hugged Lin Zhaozhi suddenly: "Are you going to do it or not? Stop talking nonsense, okay? Save some strength on the bed."

Lin Zhaozhi broke Ji An's hand and looked at Ji An seriously, "You have done it with many people."

Ji An said "ah?", blinked his eyes, "what's wrong, are you a virgin again?"

"is it not OK?"

"Damn it." Ji An rolled his eyes, "What age is it? You are feudal or not. Why do you expect others to be good?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Because I am, am I qualified?"

"Ah?" Ji An was stunned: "You...don't all the people in your entertainment circle have the best fun?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Don't kill everyone with a stick."

Ji An looked at Lin Zhaozhi suddenly with regret.

Still a pure virgin.

Fresh flesh.

Ji An gently rubbed against Lin Zhaozhi with his toes, pretending to be shy: "No, in fact, he is also..."

Lin Zhaozhi exposed him unceremoniously: "Don't you feel a pain in the face when you say this?"

Ji An grumbled twice, pushed Lin Zhaozhi away, and jumped down from the table, "Why do you dislike me? If you don't do it, you won't do it. I'm going to class [-] in martial arts, you little virgin... …No, the old virgin missed it, and that is your regret in this life!"

"I didn't dislike you."

"Then what do you mean?"

Lin Zhaozhi was silent.

He didn't want to tell Ji An that he... felt dirty.

But Ji An had already guessed it from his eyes and expression.

"You think I'm dirty and you're afraid of getting sick, don't you?"

Lin Zhaozhi looked away: "I didn't say that."

"That's what you mean." Ji An shrugged: "I don't blame you, what you said is true, but don't worry, I'm not so cheap as to beg you, I can't get dirty on you."

What he said was a bit yin and yang, and Lin Zhaozhi was not a very good-tempered person.

Immediately go to poke Ji An's sore spot: "You are quite honored and proud to have slept with so many people, right? When you were in Tibet, you told me that you and that man were just acting. Now that you think about it, it might be more than that."

Ji An's face turned pale, but his eyes turned red.

He bit his lower lip slightly, glanced at Lin Zhaozhi, then smiled lightly, turned back to his room without saying anything.

After locking the door, he took a deep breath, and the phone on the bed buzzed non-stop.

Walking over to see, it was Ji Rulang calling.

Ever since the accident happened that year and he ran away from home, his brother would call him every three days to express his condolences, fearing that one day he would die outside.

Ji An walked over, grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, and rolled lazily on the bed.

"Hey?"

"Ji An, where are you? I just went to your house, and there is no one in your house."

"Ah..." Ji An blinked, lying on the bed and grabbing a corner of the sheet with his hands, "I... I went out to play. Brother, what do you want from me?"

"Your sister-in-law and I are going to have a wedding next month, and I want to treat you to a meal."

Ji An was silent.

Although he never planned to attend Ji Rulang's wedding, he still had some hopes for the wedding in his heart.

But when Ji Rulang said that he would invite him to dinner alone, he meant that he would not be invited anymore.

In the end, Ji Rulang, who has been protecting him all this time, will abandon him for the sake of the person he likes.

Ji An felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Sensing Ji An's loss, Ji Rulang was very helpless, "An An, I'm sorry, I wanted to invite you to the wedding, but..."

Ji An sniffed, and said with a smile: "I know, it's embarrassing to go, and my sister-in-law's house doesn't look good, even if you invite me, I won't go, for dinner... forget it, come I'll give you a red envelope at that time, just leave me a few copies of the wedding candy."

Ji Rulang's voice was difficult: "Okay. By the way, An An, our family is like this, and you are the only one who doesn't have a family. Hurry up too. Have you met someone you like recently?

A face jumped in Ji An's head, and he curled his lips: "Yes, but... people don't like me."

"Which blind bastard doesn't like my brother?"

Ji An gritted his teeth: "Yes, he is just blind."

"If you like it, go after it. If you really can't do it, you can take him to bed."

"It's useless." Ji An smiled, "He thinks I'm dirty."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

The smile on Ji An's lips became a little bit bitter, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, so he couldn't make a clear sound.

"Brother, he thinks I'm dirty... Am I... really dirty?"

Ji Rulang's voice was soft but firm: "An'an, listen, you are not dirty, you are very clean, you are the cleanest and best person I have ever seen, I did not invite you to the wedding, not because I dislike you You, and I'm afraid those eyes will hurt you, next time someone says that about you, you just slap him, do you hear me?"

Ji An's eyes were flushed, and he kept nodding, "Yeah!"

"The day after tomorrow is the memorial day for him and Yingting."

"Don't go." Ji Rulang frowned, "It's hard for you to explain when you meet your parents."

"I want to go see him." Ji An sniffled: "It's been so long, I haven't visited him once.

Look at him, and let him see how miserable he is now.

"Then pick a later time to go, don't go in the morning, your parents will definitely go to visit his grave."

"it is good."

Ji An's older brother was called Ji Ning, and he was only 25 years old when he died.

He and his fiancé died on the same day.

There were only three days left before their wedding.

─A happy event turned into a trivial matter in the blink of an eye. Before the balloons hanging in the house had time to take off the happy words, the two families were forced to accept the sad news of the child's death.