actor, he refuses to remarry

When Fang Zhi arrived at the cemetery, the sky was already dark.

The first time he came here, he searched for more than half an hour with the faint light before he found the tombstone of Ji Yanzhi's mother Wen Mei.

There was a bouquet of wild flowers in front of the tomb, which was tied tightly with a piece of dogtail, Fang Zhi's heart suddenly tightened.

Wen Mei is the perfumer of a perfume brand. She loved flowers the most during her lifetime. When Ji Yanzhi came to see Wen Mei, he would definitely bring flowers.

He really has been here.

Fang Zhi looked around, there was no one in the cemetery in the evening, it seemed empty.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, and his breathing became more rapid.

Where will he go?

Brother Yan...

You still owe me an explanation, you can't just...disappear.

Fang Zhi turned around and left the cemetery. He happened to meet the administrator at the door. Without hope, he asked casually, "Did you see a man? He's shorter than me, very thin."

The administrator shook his head: "No, go to the lake over there and look for it."

Fang Zhi's heart suddenly tightened, and his voice trembled: "Lake? Is there a lake here?"

"Yes, the boss has an artificial lake, it's over there."

The administrator pointed in the direction.

Fang Zhi's eyes turned black for a moment, he staggered and almost fell down the stairs.

The administrator quickly supported him: "Young man, what's the matter with you?"

Fang Zhi was short of breath and heavy, he hurriedly pushed the administrator away, and ran towards the lake with a pale face.

When he got to the lake, his legs were soft, as if he was walking on cotton, and he couldn't lift a bit of strength.

He originally thought that no matter how desperate Ji Yanzhi was for his daughter, he would not seek death, but after he called Tong's family, he knew that Ji Yanzhi had sent Ji Tong back a long time ago...

Ji Tong was the last straw for Ji Yanzhi, now that he doesn't even want Ji Tong anymore, Fang Zhi really can't imagine what else Ji Yanzhi can't do.

Ji Yanzhi, if you fucking dare to do something stupid...

"Ji Yanzhi!"

He roared toward the lake.

Scared birds flew by everywhere, quietly, and there was no response.

Fang Zhi walked around the lake, only then did he see a car parked by the side of the road.

There was a man standing beside the car, holding something in his arms, staring at him with strange eyes.

The "thing" in the man's arms struggled slightly.

Fang Zhi looked down and his eyes turned red instantly.

The clothes on the person under the blanket are clearly the blue suit that Ji Yanzhi wore at the concert that day.

"Ji Yanzhi?"

Fang Zhi took two steps forward, reaching out to lift the blanket.

Zhan Juzhou stepped back holding Ji Yanzhi, raised his chin, displeased: "Don't f*ck meddle with you, I know you very well?"

Fang Zhi froze, and suddenly clenched his fist by his side.

He looked at the brat in front of him coldly: "Give him back to me."

"Why?" Zhan Juzhou gave him the same cold smile.

Fang Zhi gritted his teeth and said word by word, "I said, return the person to me."

Zhan Juzhou hooked his lips, and his white teeth looked provocative.

"I'm sorry, man, I fished it from the lake. If King Fang Da is greedy, go and fish it yourself."

Fang Zhi: "You!"

The fists beside him made a "creaking and creaking" sound.

Zhan Juzhou bent down into the car with Ji Yanzhi in his arms, closed the door, and drove away.

Fang Zhi stood in the distance with scarlet eyes, his chest heaved violently, it took him a long time to calm down, and he called Yang Jie.

"Check a car, the license plate number is..."

……

Zhan Juzhou took Ji Yanzhi back to his apartment.

When he got out of the car with Ji Yan in his arms, he felt that the temperature of the person in his arms was abnormally high, as if he was hugging a big stove.

He slightly lifted a corner of the blanket, and saw Ji Yanzhi's abnormally flushed face.

His breathing was difficult and rapid, his brows were tightly knit, and he looked extremely painful.

The man has a fever.

Zhan Juzhou carried Ji Yanzhi back to the house, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find antipyretics, and fed Ji Yanzhi to drink.

Then he called his assistant and asked him to cancel tomorrow's event schedule.

Ji Yanzhi's fever was so severe that he repeatedly struggled in the dream, and only woke up at noon the next day.

He supported his head that was so painful that it was about to crack, squinting his eyes and looking around this strange environment.

Where is he?

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhan Juzhou walked in, "Are you awake? Wake up and eat."

Ji Yanzhi grabbed the quilt in a panic, "Who are you?"

Zhan Juzhou let out a "puchi" laugh, he leaned lazily against the door, and said lazily, "Your savior."

Ji Yanzhi was cornered yesterday, and he didn't even know how he did the stupid thing of committing suicide by jumping into the lake.

He stared at Zhan Juzhou, and smiled palely, "Did Fang Zhi ask you to come? Did he want to tell the reporter about my suicide?"

[Look, that dazzling star jumped into the river. 】

[Why didn't he die, what a pity. 】

[A master who sells miserably, can suicide cover up his derailment? 】

【…】

In an instant, countless curses came to Ji Yanzhi's ears, and Ji Yanzhi felt as if he was being pushed into a narrow jar, and he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't help but reach out and hug his head.

"Don't scold me..."

"Stop scolding me."

Everything he does is wrong now.

It's wrong not to apologize, and it's wrong to apologize. Everyone clamors that he deserves to die, but if he really dies, others will accuse him of being miserable.

Zhan Juzhou restrained himself and forcibly swallowed back the phrase "Are you fucking crazy?"

He patiently explained to Ji Yanzhi: "I don't know Fang Zhi, and I... I don't know you either. Don't be afraid. No one scolds you here, and no one hurts you. You don't have to tell me what you have gone through. , I cooked some porridge, you come out to eat something first, okay?"

Ji Yanzhi held his head motionlessly.

Zhan Juzhou didn't want to force him, so he turned around and went to the kitchen, filled a bowl of porridge, and brought it to the bedroom, "I put it here, you eat it yourself when you're hungry."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, and gently closed the door for Ji Yanzhi.

Taking out his mobile phone, Weibo, which had been crashing for two days, was finally able to enter.

Ji Yanzhi's name is still trending on Weibo.

When I clicked in, the words "Ji Yanzhi's recording" were everywhere.

[Recording has been blocked, please record! ! ! 】

[I haven't heard of it yet, please ask for resources. 】

[I have, add WeChat, paid, five yuan a piece. 】

[I have a friend who also wants to be healthy. 】

【…】

Zhan Juzhou sneered, "They are all fucking beasts."

Zhan Juzhou clicked on his Weibo.

As the captain of the "VT" team, Zhan Juzhou led the team to win the world championship a few years ago. In the e-sports arena, he is a frightening person. In private, he is merciless. He just says what he doesn't like. , The journalists who often engage in it can't get off the stage, and they are nicknamed "Ji Shen".

With strength and good looks, Zhan Juzhou has gained a group of diehard fans with his straightforward personality, and his Weibo fans have exceeded 3000 million.

Zhan Juzhou sneered, and clicked a series of words with his fingers.

Sent a Weibo out——

[You Jushen V: I don't care about other people's fans, but my fans, don't let me see the recording of begging someone outside.If you have heard of it, go to the wall to write a review by yourself, if you bookmark it, delete it for me, otherwise I will see one and block one. 】

As soon as the Weibo was posted, there were a lot of "hula la" comments below.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh 】

[Go to face the wall. 】

[It has been deleted, so don't be angry. 】

[Touch the baby god, I've never heard of it. 】

【…】

Zhan Juzhou flipped through the comments, and then received a call from his manager on his phone.

Chen Xiangyu almost vomited blood on the phone.

"You posted Weibo?"

Zhan Juzhou: "Otherwise it's a ghost?"

Chen Xiangyu: "Ancestor, I know you don't like everyone, but can you not worry about this matter? Why did you take the initiative to provoke this matter! Delete it quickly."

Zhan Juzhou: "Don't delete it, you have the ability to block my account."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Not only did Zhan Juzhou not delete it, he even reposted it.

[You Jushen V: Recording your mother's voice, you idiot. 】

This Weibo made fans explode.

[Is this speaking for Ji Yanzhi? 】

[Ju Shen, let's play games well, win more world championships, listen to my mother, and leave this matter alone. 】

After a while, the trending search for #展居洲前力城燕之# popped up.

[There are still people who speak for Ji Yanzhi? 】

[The Three Views of Jushen are right, I also feel that the recording person is disgusting. 】

[Disgusting +1, I really don’t know the mentality of the person who asked for the recording.How about your own privacy being exposed? 】

[Upstairs, with Ji Yanzhi's character, this recording might have been made by Ji Yanzhi himself. 】

[Recording yourself means that you can be exposed casually, right?Just because you wear a skirt means someone can rape you? 】

【…】

Zhan Juzhou once again stirred up the Weibo that had just calmed down.

He threw away his phone and went to the bedroom to take a look at Ji Yanzhi.

Ji Yanzhi is still hugging himself, but the porridge in the bowl has been finished.

Zhan Juzhou heaved a sigh of relief.

He walked carefully to Ji Yanzhi's side, and reached out to touch Ji Yanzhi's forehead.

Ji Yanzhi noticed his movement, subconsciously dodged back, and hit his head heavily on the head of the bed, with a loud "boom--".

"Don't be nervous, I just want to see if your fever is gone."

Ji Yanzhi gritted his teeth: "I... have a fever, don't touch me, don't touch me..."

Zhan Juzhou: "Okay, I won't touch you. Don't be nervous."

I don't know what this man has gone through to be so afraid of being touched by others.

Zhan Juzhou was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the door knocking on the door with a "dong dong dong—" from outside.

He froze for a moment, got up and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Zhan Juzhou's expression changed.

He rushed over and hooked his lips, "Film King Fang, you are in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

Standing outside the door was Fang Zhi who was frowning and his forehead was covered with sweat.