The actor wants to get a divorce

Wen Ling helped Ji An to sit on the sofa beside him, and said softly, "Ji An, don't be too nervous, be obedient, don't think about anything now, and don't call Lin Zhaozhi..."

"But……"

"If you still want to be with him, just listen to me." Wen Ling frowned, "He is angry now, you call him now, or he won't answer at all, or he will only rehabilitate you gas."

Ji An bit his lips tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"They forced me to jump off the building. I... I... really wasn't a trick..."

"Ji An, Lin Zhaozhi is not angry at all because of this kind of thing." Wen Ling sighed: "Do you really understand, what makes him angry is that you don't believe him at all, obviously you have many opportunities to tell him what happened that day , but you didn't."

"He said that he has nothing else to ask of you, but he only hopes that you will be honest with him without reservation?"

Ji An nodded.

Wen Ling said in a serious voice, "When I was with your brother, I asked him to stop smoking and drinking, and to go to the gym regularly, and then look at you, that's all he asks of you, ask yourself, have you done it? "

Ji An's face was extremely pale.

"If you had spoken out earlier, with Lin Zhaozhi's skill, do you think he would not be able to handle this matter well?"

Ji Rulang gritted his teeth angrily, pointed at Ji An's nose and scolded: "He came to me some time ago, saying that he wanted to clean up Ying Qi, teach him a lesson, and said that when you got married, he wanted to take you to Settling abroad for a change of environment.”

Ji An's shoulders trembled.

Ji Rulang was so angry that he went up and whipped him with a feather duster: "I've prepared everything for you! It's nice of you to surprise him in front of his parents!"

"Okay." Wen Ling looked at Ji Rulang with displeasure: "Ji An is also feeling bad, so please stop saying a few words."

Ji Rulang angrily threw the feather duster aside.

Lift your feet and go back to the room first.

Only then did Wen Ling get up, took out the medicine box, and dug out the medicinal wine, "Come on, let me wipe it for you."

"no need."

Ji An shook his head.

"Be obedient, or you will be in more pain tomorrow."

Ji An was short of breath, and shook his head irritably: "No need, sister-in-law, I want...I want to be alone for a while."

Wen Ling sighed inwardly, looked down at the medicinal wine in his hand, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Okay, then you go back to your room to rest first, by the way, remember to wipe this medicinal wine, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

Ji An clenched the cold medicine bottle, nodded in a messy mood: "Yeah."

He limped back to his room, plunged into the quilt, and covered his head with the pillow.

what can we do about it……

Do you want to make a phone call and apologize to Lin Zhaozhi?

But... he made things like this, just apologizing, would Lin Zhaozhi forgive himself?

He'd never been so mad at himself...and said those nasty things.

Ji An's nose was sore, and tears kept pouring out. He lay on the ground for a long time before he got up and wiped away the tears with his sleeve.

He took a pen and a notebook from the bedside cabinet, lowered his head and bit the pen holder to write the self-criticism.

Although I don't know whether Lin Zhaozhi will forgive himself, at least he should put his attitude in order first.

Ji An stared at the snow-white paper for a long time, and then began to write.

"Director Lin, I was wrong... I didn't intend to reconcile... No..."

Ji An stopped writing, reached out and tore off the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and lowered his head to write again.

"Director Lin, I was wrong, I didn't mean to hide it from you...

Ji An scribbled and corrected the one-page self-criticism several times, and it took more than three hours to finish it. Finally, he fell asleep lying on the bed sleepy, tired and uneasy.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, Ji An walked barefoot to the window and glanced down.

A couple happened to pass by downstairs. The girl was holding her boyfriend's hand.

If that incident hadn't happened today, he and Lin Zhaozhi must have obtained their certificates, and they would hold hands and talk privately like this couple.

But he can't blame others.

In fact, he already knew that this matter could not be hidden.

Paper can't hold fire, sooner or later, Lin Zhaozhi will know about it.

It was him who was taking chances, it was him... stupid.

No wonder Lin Zhaozhi was angry.

If it were him, he would be angry too.

Ji An suddenly raised his head and slapped himself hard.

The dense pain made Ji An's eyes turn red, as if someone had stuck his neck, and he couldn't breathe no matter what.

"Boom boom boom──"

Someone knocked on the door, followed by Wen Ling's voice: "Ji An, it's time for dinner."

Ji An's voice was hoarse: "I have no appetite, you can eat."

Wen Ling was silent for a while, and then said: "Then I'll keep it for you. If you're hungry, you can come out and heat it up to eat."

"Thank you sister-in-law."

The footsteps outside the door went away.

Ji An leaned on the window sill, took a deep breath, folded his body and found his mobile phone from under the quilt.

There is a missed call on the phone.

It was Ying Qi who called.

And a few more text messages.

All belong to Ying Qi.

【How are you doing? 】

【are you OK? 】

[Let's come out and talk? 】

Ji An threw the phone aside.

"Talk about your mother! I want to talk to Lin Zhaozhi! I don't want to talk to you! You idiot!"

His chest rose and fell violently, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

I don't know how long it took before he got dressed, grabbed his phone and left the bedroom.

Ji Rulang and Wen Ling were having dinner in the restaurant, seeing him walking towards the entrance, Ji Rulang said coldly──

"Where?"

Ji An paused, then bent down to put on his shoes.

Ji Rulang slapped the chopsticks on the table with a "snap ─ ─".

"I'm asking you something! Where are you going?"

Ji An's body trembled, and he whispered, "I'll go see him."

"Do you think people want to see you now?"

Ji An tied up his shoelaces, and hummed stubbornly: "I must see him."

Wen Ling frowned: "Ji An, you'd better..."

"Let him go." Ji Rulang frowned and interrupted Wen Ling, "He won't cry when he sees the coffin, so leave him alone!"

Ji An paled and opened the door.

Ji Rulang sneered, "I know I'm going to cause trouble all day long, how can I get involved with you, my brother."

Ji An trembled and closed the door.

He stood at the door and took a few breaths. His dizzy brain made him a little unsteady, and everything in front of him was floating and shaking.

He went downstairs with weak feet, stopped a car in a dull manner, and gave the address.

When Ji An stepped out of the car, he subconsciously looked up at Lin Zhaozhi's apartment.

The light is on and he is at home.

Ji An's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he fumbled in his pants pocket for a long time before he took out a stack of square paper.

He wrote the review.

I hope... Lin Zhaozhi can calm down after watching it.

Just a little bit.

Ji An clenched the self-criticism, took another deep breath, and went upstairs.

He hesitated at the door for 10 minutes before opening the door with the key──

The living room was brightly lit, and there were several suitcases on the floor. Lin Zhaozhi was walking out of the bedroom with some clothes in his arms. When he saw him, he frowned.

Ji An looked at the box on the ground and panicked instantly: "You...are you going to move?"

Lin Zhaozhi ignored him, came over and put the clothes into the box one by one.

Ji An's eyes were red: "You... Where are you going to move?"

Lin Zhaozhi paused, and said coldly: "Back to the United States, you came just in time, I will sell the house here in two days, and you can pack up your things too, if you don't pack up, I will take it all Garbage disposal."

Ji An clenched his fists hard, his voice trembling: "Then you go to America...will you...will you come back?"

"It's none of your business."

Lin Zhaozhi closed the lid of the suitcase, stood up, looked at Ji An with a cold face, "Yes, return my ring to me."

Ji An subconsciously covered his pocket.

"me……"

Lin Zhaozhi sneered, "Didn't you bring it?"

Ji An clenched his lips.

Lin Zhaozhi's eyes were full of contempt: "Forget it, just keep it if you want it, and throw it away anyway."

"Lin Zhaozhi, do you really... want to break up with me?"

This question almost made Lin Zhaozhi laugh. He squinted his eyes, stared at Ji An playfully, and asked, "What do you think? Do you think you made such a big joke? Do I have to be magnanimous?" Forgive you, just pretend nothing happened?"

Ji An's voice was hoarse, "...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept this from you, I really dare not say..."

"Ji An, I don't want to hear any more explanations from you." Lin Zhaozhi interrupted him directly: "You have no trust at all with me, I don't care if you dare not, or for other reasons, When it's over, it's over, pack your things and get out."

"Forest……"

Ji An subconsciously pulled him.

Lin Zhaozhi pushed him away with his arms.

Ji An's nose was extremely sore. He stood where he was, holding back his tears, and then handed him the self-criticism in his hand: "I... wrote a self-criticism, you can take a look, just one glance will do..."

"roll!"

Lin Zhaozhi knocked down the thin paper impatiently.

Ji An's heart seemed to be cut open with a knife, and he bent over to pick it up with tears in his eyes, "Then if you don't want to read it, I'll read it to you..."

Lin Zhaozhi gritted his teeth, took a step forward, grabbed Ji An by the collar, dragged him to the door, and threw him out like trash.

"Forest……"

The door was slammed shut by Lin Zhaozhi.

Holding the thin piece of paper, Ji An took two steps forward and smiled with difficulty.

"Then...then if you don't want to see me, can I just read it to you here? After listening, if you still don't calm down, I can give you a beating...Anyway...Anyway, I have rough skin and thick flesh, I get beaten often, it's okay..."

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