The actor wants to get a divorce

Seeing that he cared so much about the male celebrity, Lin Zhaozhi was slightly displeased.

Not to mention, Ji An also pretended to be a couple with that male celebrity.

Lin Zhaozhi snorted coldly, and said, "What else can I do, the entertainment industry can't stay any longer. Just change careers."

"Ah? Is it that serious?" Ji An frowned: "Will I never see him again?"

Lin Zhaozhi tugged at his ears, "You still feel quite regretful, don't you?"

"No!" Ji An hurried to save his ear, crying, "Ah...it hurts, it hurts, let go, let go!"

Lin Zhaozhi let go of his hand.

Ji An's ears were reddened, and he felt wronged: "Why are you jealous? He and I are fake, and then the money and goods are cleared. We haven't contacted for 800 years."

But at that time, seeing that Fang Zhi was so handsome, he was indeed moved, but it's a pity that his thoughts were not on him at all...

Don't let Lin Zhaozhi know about this.

This man usually has a lot of reasoning, just like an outsider, but in reality, he has a terribly small stomach, and he is jealous!

And force him to donate all his savings!

Ji An couldn't help but "click" in his heart.

Fuck, he couldn't be on a thief ship, could he?

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Zhaozhi picked up his phone and tapped Ji An's forehead twice.

"Don't hit me all the time!" Ji An frowned fiercely, "My brother said that when I fell from upstairs, I fell on my head. What if you break it? You support me?"

"I told you not to mind other men's business."

Ji An muttered in a low voice: "He's not another man, he's my ex-client anyway, besides, I don't care about him, can't I gossip about it?"

He wondered: "What the hell is he doing? How can anyone admit to domestic violence and abuse? Isn't this self-destructive?"

"Jian."

Lin Zhaozhi couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth and said, "Try saying one more sentence."

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Ji An shook his head again and again, but couldn't help but glance at the TV again.

Lin Zhaozhi tidied up the room, and it was getting dark.

"I'll go to the supermarket downstairs to buy something, and you stay at home obediently."

Ji An raised his voice, "Bring me potato chips, I want tomato flavor!"

Lin Zhaozhi frowned: "Eat less junk food."

Ji An pouted: "Why is it so troublesome to fall in love with you? This is not allowed and that is not allowed. You don't mind if I eat potato chips."

Lin Zhaozhi didn't speak, just stood at the door, looking at him coldly.

Ji An was discouraged: "If you don't eat it, don't eat it, I quit."

Only then did Lin Zhaozhi leave contentedly.

As soon as he left, Ji An took out his phone and found a string of long-standing phone numbers from the address book.

He had thought about it, Lin Zhaozhi wanted him to donate all the money he earned, if Fang Zhi was blocked, he would not be able to make money in the future, and instead of donating that money, why not... return it to Fang Zhi?

Ji An bit his lip facing the string of numbers, and dialed it──

The phone was hung up immediately.

Ji An did not give up and hit again.

Still hang up.

"Hey! You're still stubborn!"

I am more stubborn than you.

Ji An continued to call, and after being hung up five or six times, the phone was finally connected.

A hoarse voice came from inside.

"Which reporter are you?"

Ji An was confused: "Ah?" What reporter?

"Okay, I don't care which media you are, what you want to ask, just ask."

Ji An was even more confused.

He was about to speak when he heard two hoarse and tired laughs.

"I've said everything I need to say at the press conference, and every word is true. I filmed the recordings and videos, and I abused people. What else do you have to ask? I'll tell you all about it! "

Ji An trembled while clutching the phone.

This... I'm afraid I'm crazy, right?

"That...Brother Zhi? Do you remember me? I'm Ji An...you've been looking for me before..."

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, and then the voice changed.

The voice was full of anger, "I said you are going too far, right? This is Fang Zhi's private mobile phone number. You have been harassing me with phone and text messages since yesterday, and there is no end to it!"

Ji An recognized the voice: "Brother Yang Jie?"

The voice on the phone froze for a moment.

"Jian?"

Ji An nodded vigorously: "Yes."

"Ah, so it's you. Sorry, I thought it was a reporter."

"I saw the news...well, are you all right?"

Yang Jie smiled dryly, "It's okay, Ji An, I'm really sorry, things have been too messy in the past two days, Brother Zhi's private mobile phone number was sold out by that bitch , I have been receiving all kinds of harassing calls and threatening text messages since last night, brother Zhi is not in a good mood, so don't take it to heart."

Ji An gave a soft "um", "It's okay, it's okay, I won't care."

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first. I still have something to do here."

Ji An hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, wait, I have something to do."

He said everything in one go.

"Look, give me your bank card number, and I'll transfer the money to you in two days."

"This one……"

Fang Zhi's cold voice suddenly came from the phone, "Whose call?"

Yang Jie; "Ji An's, it's the little actor you were looking for before."

The voice on the phone changed back to Fang Zhi.

"Jian?"

Ji An: "Brother Zhi!"

Fang Zhi gave a faint "hmm", "What's the matter with you?"

"It's just that I want to return the money to you."

Fang Zhi directly refused: "No, you deserve it, give it back to me, what do you use?"

Thinking of Lin Zhaozhi, Ji An warmed his heart: "It's okay! That...Brother Zhi, I'm getting married. My boyfriend treats me very well, so you don't have to worry about me."

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

Just when Ji An wondered if he had hung up the phone, he heard what seemed to be a wry smile.

"You're getting married too...that's great."

"Brother Zhi, I can..."

Before Ji An could finish speaking, Fang Zhi hung up the phone directly.

When I called again, the phone was turned off.

Ji An squeezed the phone and sighed helplessly.

Well, it seems that this money can only be donated.

Lin Zhaozhi bought some fresh vegetables from the supermarket, and after returning to the apartment, he simply made three dishes and one soup.

Ji An ate sick meals in the hospital for more than half a month. He was so hungry that he ate up a plate of cola chicken wings made by Lin Zhaozhi.

"Eat so much, you will be so uncomfortable that you won't be able to sleep at night."

Ji An licked his paws "bajibaji" and squinted his eyes comfortably, "I eat a lot, so I won't feel uncomfortable."

Lin Zhaozhi sneered: "Would you be thin if you eat a lot?"

"That's why no one cooked for me before." Ji An wiped his hands with a paper towel and muttered, "It's boring to go out to eat alone. I often eat instant noodles."

He looked at Lin Zhaozhi mysteriously: "How long do you think I can eat instant noodles?"

Lin Zhaozhi sneered: "I don't want to guess."

"Two months!" Ji An laughed with a stomach ache: "At that time, I had three boxes of instant noodles, beef-flavored, sauerkraut-flavored, and mushroom-flavored. I feel nauseous when I hear instant noodles, how about it. Is dad awesome?"

Lin Zhaozhi looked at him, frowning involuntarily.

He sighed, and took Ji An's hand: "Idiot, you are not allowed to eat that kind of thing in the future. I will make you whatever you want."

Ji An's eyes were red, "Lin Zhaozhi, why did you treat me so well, I don't even know how to repay you."

He stared at Lin Zhaozhi, blinked, "Why don't I pay for it?"

"what?"

Ji An: "Then I have nothing else to give you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Zhaozhi went to pull his ear again: "You still want to pay for your leg? Just lie down."

Ji An was stubborn, he hugged Lin Zhaozhi beside him, frowning tightly: "Then... let me help you."

Lin Zhaozhi coughed twice.

He stared at Ji An in surprise, "Ji An, you..."

"It's okay!" Ji An blushed a little, lowered his head, and said in a very soft voice, "My technique is very good, I promise it will be very comfortable."

While talking, he went to untie Lin Zhaozhi's belt.

Lin Zhaozhi held him down.

"Jian, you don't have to do this."

Ji An's eyes turned red involuntarily, he raised his head, and stared at Lin Zhaozhi with some anxiety and panic, "Do you... think I'm not clean?"

"what?"

Ji An scratched the back of his head with an ugly expression, and explained in a low voice: "I haven't helped too many people. Really, there are only two. If you feel dirty, I can use my hands..."

"Jian, that's enough."

Lin Zhaozhi gritted his teeth and interrupted Ji An's words.

Ji An stared at him blankly, his heart ached to death, Lin Zhaozhi was so good, what was he, Ji An?

"Sorry……"

Lin Zhaozhi pinched his chin, making him look up at him.

"Ji An, I don't agree with you doing this kind of thing for me, not because I dislike you, but because I want you to understand that there is no need for this between the two of us. Since I have decided to spend the rest of my life with you, I I have accepted your past, no matter it is good or bad, I still like you as always, I hope that whether we two go to bed or have sex, it is because we like each other, not... a transaction , a kind of return that you have to give me when I treat you, do you understand?"

Ji An's voice was hoarse: "Then I like you, I want to get it for you. You like me, why don't you?"

Lin Zhaozhi choked, and then lightly placed a kiss on his lips.

"Fool, how can I be willing to bully you as a patient."

Ji An blinked, put his head into his arms, and sniffed.

"Lin Zhaozhi, do you feel that you are at a loss when you are with me?"

"Where is the loss?"

Ji An: "You said before that you wanted to find a virgin."

Lin Zhaozhi had a headache: "You said it was in the past, can't I fall on you now?"

Ji An was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly raised his head: "Why don't you spend money to find a place to sleep for a night?"

Lin Zhaozhi's face darkened, and he immediately picked Ji An up from the wheelchair, carefully protecting his legs, turned over, pressed on his own legs, and pulled down his pants.

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

Now the sweetness is all for...