actor, he refuses to remarry

Zhan Juzhou smiled, "It's okay, I'm not interested in this."

The man with glasses hooked Zhan Juzhou's neck and laughed "haha", "That is, besides games, what else are you interested in?"

Su Wanfeng was afraid that Zhan Juzhou would say something that would embarrass him, so his heart was tense. Now that he heard his answer, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help laughing at myself a little bit.

That's right, that's Zhan Juzhou, how could he...do such a childish thing that is cheap.

He understands Zhan Juzhou better than anyone else. He is mature and courteous. Although his mouth is poisonous, he is a gentler person than anyone else in his heart. He will not waste time and effort on meaningless things.

For Zhan Juzhou, the past is the past, he will not look back, nor will he linger.

Therefore, in those novels, Zhan Juzhou would never do the couple who broke up and met again after years of retaliation.

It was precisely because of this that Su Wanfeng felt sad and heartbroken.

He's already... not worth Zhan Juzhou's wasting a little time.

Su Wanfeng's heart was burning and aching, and his complexion was not very good.

Zhan Juzhou frowned, polite and polite: "Are you okay? We don't need you to accompany the wine here, you go to rest first."

Su Wanfeng smiled with difficulty, nodded while clutching his stomach, turned around and walked towards the door.

The man with glasses chattered behind his back, "Xiao Zhan, didn't your family introduce you to a girlfriend? I heard that she is the daughter of the old Dong's family in Li Yang? She looks old and beautiful, when will she get married..."

Su Wanfeng's footsteps paused at the door, his heart froze for two seconds at this moment, and then he felt unbearable pain.

He closed the door with a pale face, blocking out all the voices inside.

His eyelashes trembled, and he exhaled lightly.

It turned out that he already had a girlfriend.

Time flies so fast.

It's been three years.

Su Wanfeng turned around and went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and then went to the supervisor to settle his salary for tonight.

Fang Zhi gave him a generous tip. This time the money was not much, only a few hundred. Excluding the commission for the bar, Su Wanfeng got almost 5 yuan tonight.

Several colleagues laughed, "Xiao Su, you are saving money so desperately, do you want to marry a wife?"

Su Wanfeng smiled and said, "Yes, I invite you to have a wedding wine then."

"Fuck you, you're the only one who still has a wife. I don't think other people marry you."

Su Wanfeng is good-looking, with delicate skin and tender flesh. He sings well and dances well. Last year, Su Wanfeng performed pole dancing on the dance floor for 2 yuan. He became famous in the first battle. Many big bosses wanted to order Su Wanfeng that night It was introduced, but was rejected by Su Wanfeng.

In Su Wanfeng's words, he has a bottom line that he must adhere to, singing, dancing and drinking depends on his personal ability, but selling himself is not enough.

Su Wanfeng joked with them for a while, changed his work clothes, and left through the back door of the bar.

He rode on his blue scooter, bought a box of discounted bento from the supermarket downstairs, and carried it upstairs.

As soon as he opened the door, Su Wanfeng froze.

The living room, which had been tidied up when he left, was in a mess at the moment, one of the two chairs was broken, the sofa was overturned on the ground, and the floor was full of broken glass.

His father, Su Jianbo, was lying on the floor with a bruised nose and swollen face, as if he had fallen asleep. There were five or six tattooed men sitting in the room, eating melon seeds and playing poker around the coffee table.

Neighbor Aunt Wang poked her head out from the opposite door, "Xiao Su is back? Your house... do you think you want to call the police?"

Su Wanfeng shook his head with an ugly expression, "It's okay, Aunt Wang, you can go back and sleep."

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the house and quickly closed the door.

Su Jianbo opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and seeing that it was Su Wanfeng, he hurriedly sat up.

Su Wanfeng put the bento on the dining table, looked at the men eating melon seeds, and said coldly, "Brother Jiang, how much money does my father owe you?"

The man named Brother Jiang spat out a melon seed shell and compared a number with his fingers, "15."

Su Wanfeng only felt that his shoulders were extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Brother Jiang lazily turned his head back, and said while playing cards: "Little Su, your father owes us money, you have to find a way, it's not easy for you, and it's not easy for us, don't you think? It's not from the wind."

A younger brother echoed: "It's only natural to pay off the father's debt, who made you fall into such a father."

Su Wanfeng's tongue was bitter.

He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Jiang, I made almost 2 yuan tonight, and I saved more than 10 yuan last month, so I can scrape together 5 yuan. You take it first, and the remaining [-] yuan Yuanqian, I'll think of a way again, can I beg you?"

Brother Jiang threw the cards, stood up from the small bench, sighed faintly, with a comprehending expression on his face.

"You begged me, Brother Jiang, why don't I agree?"

Su Wanfeng took out his mobile phone and transferred all the 10 yuan in his card to Brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang walked up to Su Jianbo, pulled him up from the ground, and threatened viciously, "There is still [-]! If you don't pay back the money, I will cut off your hand and feed it to the dogs!"

Su Jianbo's face turned pale with fright, and he spoke incoherently: "Return it! We will definitely return it!"

Only then did Brother Jiang leave contentedly with his heart.

As soon as they left, Su Jianbo rushed over and locked the door behind him.

He leaned against the door, gasping for breath, with a secret joy on his face that he survived the catastrophe for the rest of his life.

Su Wanfeng lifted the stool by his feet, sat down at the dining table, and opened the bento.

The bento was already cold, the noodles were sticky and the taste was very bad, Su Wanfeng frowned and bit the noodles.

Su Jianbo walked to Su Wanfeng's side, and smiled: "Son, thanks to you, if you didn't come back in time, Dad, I would have to be beaten to death by them."

Su Wanfeng ate his cold dinner expressionlessly.

Su Jianbo rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Xiaofeng, don't blame Dad, I didn't want to borrow so much, I thought I would win it back, so I gambled twice, I didn't expect that the more I lost, the more I lost... The remaining 5 yuan, you still have to help Dad pay back... You heard it just now? They are going to cut off my hand!"

Su Wanfeng's chest became more and more uncomfortable. He thought of the embarrassment he lost in front of Zhan Juzhou tonight, and the wine he spit out after drinking, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he smashed the chopsticks in his hand to the ground heavily.

"Su Jianbo!" He stood up against the table, trembling all over, tears falling down, "Can you stop betting? You can die if you don't bet! My mother was forced to death by you, Don't you think it's enough?"

Su Jianbo's face trembled, and his voice was submissive: "Your mother committed suicide...what does it have to do with me?"

"If you hadn't lost everything and gambled all the money my mother left me to go to college, would my mother have jumped off a building?!"

Su Wanfeng burst into tears, "Dad, you are my father, can you think about it for me? Have you ever counted how much gambling debt I have paid you for the past three years? During the Chinese New Year , I asked someone to get in touch with you and find you a job as a security guard. You are good, guard yourself and steal, sell the goods from the owner's house, and pay back the money to gamble. I knelt at the door of his house for three days and three nights, begging They don't want to call the police and arrest you! I really might as well let you be arrested and squat for a few years!"

Su Jianbo faltered and hawed all the words out.

Su Wanfeng fell back into the chair out of breath, with a hoarse voice: "Dad, can we stop gambling? I beg you...I'm only 22, and I can't fill your hole with a night of drinking. You can't force your son to sell his ass, can you?"

Su Jianbo nodded desperately, "I swear, I really won't gamble this time! If I gamble again, I'll just slap myself in the face, okay?"

Su Wanfeng rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, and choked up: "I found a job for you with my former Uncle Guo, and I will send you to report next week, Dad, I am making money now, and I have paid back all the money our family owes. I just want to live a down-to-earth life, and I don’t want to be chased for debts anymore.”

"well!"

Su Wanfeng was exhausted: "Go wash up and go to sleep, I'll clean up the living room later."

Su Jianbo didn't dare to face his son face to face after doing something wrong, and hurriedly ran back to his room.

Su Wanfeng turned his head, looked at the bento in front of him, got up and threw it into the trash can, then took out his gloves to clean up the mess in the room.

Dust is not a bar.

Zhan Juzhou didn't like drinking in the first place, so he excused something and left early when he was halfway through the game.

In the bar lobby, he met a supervisor who greeted him.

Zhan Juzhou hesitated for a while, but walked over gently.

"Hi, I'm asking you about someone..."

……

After getting married with Fang Zhiling, life didn't seem to have changed much.

Fang Zhi still gets up early every day to make breakfast for him, and does all the housework at home, but there is one thing, he seems to be busier than before, as if he is plotting something with Yang Jie.

Going out again, Ji Yanzhi forgot to bring something, and when he went back to get it again, he also ran into Fang Zhi and Yang Jie arguing fiercely.

He was a little surprised, in the impression that Yang Jie had always been in awe of Fang Zhi, even if he had an opinion, he only dared to whisper a few words in his heart, but that time Yang Jie was so excited that he even asked him to hold hands.

But Ji Yanzhi still didn't ask what they were arguing about.

Fang Zhi forced him to marry with a video recording, and he was disgusted.

Every second and every minute with Fang Zhi was disgusting to him, whatever they were doing, he didn't want to participate.

That night, around ten o'clock, Ji Yanzhi was reading the script at home when he suddenly received a call from Gu Qingrang.

Ji Yanzhi was a little uneasy, it was so late, what was he calling here for?

"Teacher Gu?"

Lu Qingrang's anger couldn't be dispelled on the phone, "Ji Yanzhi, did you and Fang Zhi go out for dinner last week?"

Ji Yanzhi thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a thing, "Well, what's the matter?"

"What's wrong? Something big happened!" Gu Qingrang sneered, "You fucking come to my studio as soon as possible!"

"Now?"

"Yes, it's now! Hurry up!"