The actor wants to get a divorce

Jiang Yichen only felt his brain "buzz", as if struck by lightning, his hands and feet felt cold, and his scalp was tense!

It's Gu Qingrang's flight.

He turned his eyes to the hourly worker, "Yes, GZ7655?"

The part-time worker was unknown, so while sweeping the floor, he said, "Yes, it's really a crime. How could a good plane suddenly fall down? It's deadly."

Few people, everyone said that the plane had an accident, and almost no one survived..."

"It fell from such a high place, the body can't be found, it must be broken into slag, the family members know how uncomfortable it is, how pitiful."

As soon as the part-time worker finished speaking, Jiang Yichen's face suddenly changed.

He stood there blankly for a while, then grabbed the coat on the back of the sofa, and walked towards the door with a pale face.

The hourly worker was surprised to see this successful man who came quickly and steadily, and when he walked to the door, his body shook violently twice, as if he couldn't stand still, and with pale

The blue-colored fingers firmly gripped the door frame.

It took a little more than a minute before he clenched his coat tightly and left in silence.

After taking the elevator upstairs, and then walking to the side of the road, and getting into the car, Jiang Yichen's clothes were already soaked.

He opened the car door tremblingly, sat in the car, smoked a cigarette numbly and stuffed it into his mouth, the smell of nicotine spread slowly and quickly filled the small compartment, and the emptied brain gradually recovered something to come.

The plane crashed.

Casualties are unknown.

Lu Qingrang may be dead, and he may not even be able to find a complete body...

There was a sharp pain in my head, as if I had been nailed and pierced by an iron nail, and the chilly wind poured ice into it.

Jiang Yichen hugged his head.

A few minutes later, he took his phone out of his pocket, found Gu Qingrang's WeChat, and made a video call with trembling fingers.

No one gets through.

Jiang Yichen had a sore nose.

[Arang?are you safe 】

[A Rang, come back quickly. 】

[A Rang, can you call me back?Just one word and let me know you're safe. 】

All the text messages sent disappeared, and Jiang Yichen made several phone calls in a row, but none of them answered.Jiang Yichen felt cold all over.

It's almost hopeless now.

He wanted to call Gu Qingrang's manager and assistant, but after looking through his phone, he found that he didn't even have the numbers of Xiaomi and Si Chen.

He squeezed his phone and found another WeChat.

The video flashes twice, the camera shakes three or two times, and a man in a suit with a cold and sharp face appears.

"An hour?"

"Fu Ran."

The man is none other than the CEO of Xingniao Media, Fu Ran, the prince of the Fu family in Beijing, and Jiang Yichen, who grew up playing games since he was a child.

"Fu Ran, your third uncle works in the Civil Aviation Administration?"

"what happened?"

"Find someone for me."

Fu Ran squeezed the center of his eyebrows, looking very embarrassed, "What's the matter, are you in a hurry? Did you know that a plane crashed this morning? My third uncle is very busy now..."

"That's why I came here." Jiang Yichen's eyes turned red, and his lips were trembling.

Fu Ran was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses, opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, what happened to you?"

Jiang Yichen had a sore nose and a hoarse voice, "A Rang is on top..."

Fu Ran's eyes widened.

"Fu Ran, I beg you to help me confirm the list of boarding passengers, I..."

Fu Ran hurriedly interrupted him, "I'll call my third uncle right away to confirm. If there is any news, I will contact you immediately."

"I wait for your news."

Fu Ran hung up the phone.

Jiang Yichen has felt for Gu Qingrang for so many years, so he can understand that if something happens to that person, his brother will probably follow him.

Fu Ran didn't dare to delay, so he immediately called his third uncle Fu Mingsheng.

"Third uncle, has the death list been counted? Help me check someone and see if they are on the list."

Fu Ran's third uncle, Fu Mingsheng, is an executive of the Civil Aviation Administration. When such a major air crash happened, the pressure from the higher-ups was great, and he yelled at Fu Ran, "I'm busy now! I don't have time to help you investigate! What? Man, what does it have to do with you? Is it important?"

"It's not important and I won't call you anymore. It has nothing to do with me, it has to do with Jiang Yichen."

"The prince of the Jiang family? His lover?"

Fu Ran pouted, "About it, my name is Gu Qingrang, you should check it out, and if someone dies, let me know, so I can inform Jiang's family to prepare two coffins."

"Got it, wait! Ancestors!"

Fu Mingsheng slammed the phone down in a rage.

Jiang Yichen sat in the car, smoking cigarettes one after another.

In the past hour, he recalled every bit of the past with Gu Qingrang like a flash in his mind.

Gu Qingrang, who was gentle and considerate to him, and Gu Qingrang, who was so angry with him...

Gu Qingrang...

The dull brain ached again, Jiang Yichen bit the cigarette and took a hard puff, the cell phone that was tightly clenched in the other hand vibrated in the palm of his hand.

He hurriedly picked it up to read, it wasn't news from Fu Ran.

It is an official notification issued by the Civil Aviation Administration of China through Weibo.

[Civil Aviation Administration: We regret to inform that no one survived flight GZ7655. 】

Jiang Yichen's eyes were stained blood red by the words No Survival.

He clutched the phone tightly, his shoulders were shaking.

The smoke that had just been inhaled in the lungs had no time to be spit out, and was stuffed in his lungs. Jiang Yichen coughed violently twice, as if coughing up all the blood.

He regretted it.

When he divorced Lu Qingrang, he didn't regret it that much.

Because he firmly believed that he would still chase him back, it was only a matter of time, and Lu Qingrang would always come back to him.

But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

Gu Qing got on a plane that crashed, and there were no survivors on board.

He could no longer catch up with Gu Qingrang.

Even, I can't see it in the future.

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth tightly, feeling pain and discomfort in his heart, as if being hollowed out by someone's knife, he let out a breath of cold air.

"Don't..." Jiang Yichen's lips trembled violently, his nose was so sore that he wanted to cry, "Don't, Rang, I know I was wrong...don't treat me like this...I can't stand it, I I really can't stand..."

The cigarette between his fingers burned out unknowingly, and the burning pain made Jiang Yichen let go.

My hands hurt, but my heart hurts even more.

This fear and despair of losing his most important treasure was like a high pressure, hitting him from the top of his head, making him unable to struggle.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone vibrated again.

Jiang Yichen raised the phone to his eyes.

It was Fu Ran's video invitation.

"Fu Ran, the list..."

"I got the list." Fu Ran had a heartbroken face, "Boss Jiang, my condolences."

Jiang Yichen's breathing tightened, and blood was almost dripping from his eyes.

The Fu family only heard the sound of "Yangdang—" followed by the crackling sound of glass shards falling from Zhaoxinli.

Jiang Yichen smashed the window of the car.

Fu Ran was taken aback, and then quickly said, "Brother, don't do stupid things, I'm kidding you, Gu Qingrang didn't get on the plane, he's fine.

Jiang Yichen was taken aback, unable to believe it: "Really? He didn't get on the plane?"

"That's right, I didn't get on the plane. I checked, and I bought the ticket, but he didn't board the plane at all. Do you think he died..."

Jiang Yichen hung up the phone directly.

Sitting in the car, panting heavily.

Gu Qingrang didn't get on the plane, he was fine.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then was swallowed up by a burst of anger.

Click on Lu Qingrang's WeChat, typing in a clatter.

【How dare you scare me? 】

[You wait for me! 】

[I advise you to find a place to hide! 】

The black Land Rover galloped all the way on the road, stirring up quite a whirlwind.

Jiang Yichen stepped on the brake, and the car came to a steady stop downstairs in Gu Qingrang's apartment.

He went upstairs with big strides, and knocked on Lu Qingrang's door one by one.

pissed him off!

He wanted to see what the hell Lu Qingrang was doing!

Jiang Yichen almost smashed the door down, but Gu Qing didn't see him coming out to open the door.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and a thin and small boy stood behind him.

Feng Jin?

The boy that Lu Qingrang picked up?

Jiang Yichen didn't have time to care about the relationship between Feng Jin and Gu Qingrang, so he frowned and asked, "Do you have the key?"

"Have……"

Feng Jin took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yichen, "Are you okay? I just called you behind my back for a long time, but you didn't seem to hear me."

Feng Jin glanced at Jiang Yichen suspiciously.

Jiang Yichen snatched the key and said coldly, "I don't like people talking to me behind my back."

"Oh." Feng Jin nodded, without further words.

Jiang Yichen poked the key in and opened the door.

Jiang Yichen didn't care about changing his shoes, walked in and pushed open the bedroom door.

Lu Qingrang was not in the bedroom, the sheets and quilt on the bed were in a mess, Jiang Yichen stepped forward to touch it, and it was cold.

Feng Jin frowned, and looked confusedly at Jiang Yichen looking for people in the small apartment like a headless chicken.

Then he walked over and grabbed Jiang Yichen.

"Boss Jiang, Brother Gu is in the bathroom."

Jiang Yichen looked at him, apparently puzzled.

How does he know?

"Mr. Jiang, there is music in the bathroom. You... Didn't you hear it?"

And the sound of the music was so loud that it could be heard at the gate.

Jiang Yichen was taken aback, his expression unnatural for a moment, he pulled Feng Jin's hand away, turned around and walked to the bathroom, and opened the bathroom door one by one

Lu Qingrang was lying comfortably in the bathtub, holding a bath towel, rubbing bubbles on his body, moaning.

"I love to take a bath and have a good skin, oh oh oh oh, put on a shower cap and jump around, oh oh oh..."

"Gu Qingrang!"

Jiang Yichen was furious!

He was scared out of his wits, and begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to send him a wechat message. This brat is actually taking a comfortable bath here!

Lu Qingrang was suddenly yelled at, and turned his head in fright, his face froze instantly.

No, he just took a shower, which didn't cost you Mr. Jiang's water bill, did it?

Why are you so angry?

"What are you doing……"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yichen rushed forward, ignoring the foam and water stains all over Lu Qingrang's body, and hugged him tightly in his arms.