The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Yan's breathing tightened, as if his neck was stuck, and his head was full of what Ye Su said in the day.

"He will take psychotropic drugs for life, and suffer the side effects brought by the drugs all the time. He may lose weight, may lose his sight, may lose his hair, may not hold the pen steady, cannot hold the chopsticks, or he may lose weight. One night, when you were asleep, you cut your neck with a knife..."

"It's also possible that one night, when you are asleep, you cut your neck with a knife..."

He lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the cold floor, looking at the servant who was trembling with fright, holding on to his final composure: "What is it? Speak slowly!

Obviously, his voice couldn't help shaking.

The servant was so frightened that he couldn't speak his words, so he said intermittently: "Mr. Feng Jin he...he..."

Lin Yan directly raised his foot and left the bedroom, squeezing his fist and went downstairs.

The living room was crowded with many people, and almost all the servants in Lin's house gathered around, in twos and threes, whispering in a certain direction.

Seeing Lin Yan, the crowd quickly stepped out of a narrow passage.

Lin Yan walked forward slowly amidst a cry of "Lin Shao", his steps were heavy, as if he had been filled with lead.

The person he was thinking of fell down at the door of the living room, still alive, not dead.

But after bleeding a lot, he didn't cut his throat with a knife, but instead pierced his left ear with a sharp chopstick.

Lin Yan had never seen such a shocking picture in his life.

The always calm and gentle young man clenched a bamboo chopsticks tightly, his forearms were tight, and the red blood beads stained the entire fist he held, and he rolled down "tick tick tick".

The dazzling color reflected the pale face of the young man, and there was no pain or discomfort between his eyebrows.

It seems that he is no longer a human being, but a Raksha who has just crawled back from the depths of hell.

"Xiao Jin..."

Lin Yan whimpered twice in his throat.

─The heart is also cut open, and exactly the same blood is pouring out desperately.

Like a puppet, he was carried a thread and walked towards Feng Jin one by one

"stop."

Feng Jin held the chopsticks tightly and stood up against the wall, his voice hoarse.

Lin Yan stopped, his voice trembling: "Xiao Jin, be good, give me something in your hand first..."

Feng Jin stared at Lin Yan quietly and asked, "Am I sick?"

"Yes, you are sick, and I will have a doctor here soon. You must never hurt yourself any more, you know?"

Feng Jin frowned, and finally showed a sore expression: "They are really too noisy, so...you can't hear it."

"Xiao Jin, don't..." Lin Yan panicked. The blood-stained chopstick was pinched by Feng Jin at the moment, but it seemed to be stuck in his heart. The whole person was pierced alive: "Xiao Jin , I...I'll tie my earphones to you, okay? Don't hurt yourself, come on, give me the chopsticks..."

Lin Yan took another step towards Feng Jin.

"Don't come here." Feng Jin straightened his body and took two steps back. As soon as he moved, the red blood flowed out of the cochlea, rolled down his face to the chin, and then dropped drop by drop on the foot. side.

Bright red and pale.

The double stimulation caused Lin Yan to be caught in his heart, and he couldn't help but be extra careful when breathing, for fear that he might be disturbed.

"I won't go over, I'll be here, Xiao Jin, I beg you, don't hurt yourself..."

Feng Jin smiled at Lin Yan: "I'm sick, am I?"

"I'm mentally ill, right?"

Feng Jin wiped his face, his hands filled with sweet liquid, "I know, they are all fake... It's my own spirit..."

"Xiao Jin..."

Feng Jin took a deep breath: "Send me to a mental hospital."

"What?" Lin Yan froze for an instant, then shook his head, his eyes were red: "I won't send you to such a place."

"What are you kidding about, Lin Yan." Feng Jin laughed and said, "People who are sick should go to the hospital. The lunatic will naturally go to the mental hospital."

Lin Yan clenched his fists and said stubbornly: "It's good for you to recover from my illness!"

"But I don't want to stay with you."

Lin Yan's complexion condensed: "Wh...what?"

Feng Jin sneered: "Lin Yan, I would rather go to a place where the sun is not visible, like a mental hospital, than to stay by your side anymore..."

Lin Yan got stuck in his throat with a startled breath.

"I'm fed up with the days of being trampled and disgusted by you. Every minute and every second of being with you makes me terribly scared."

"Shut up." Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "I need the doctor to come over soon..."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and shouted at the crowd of servants who watched the excitement: "Don't call the doctor over yet!"

Feng Jin shook his head: "I'm going to a mental hospital."

"Shut up, don't let me hear those four words again."

Feng Jin stood there, and there was no movement for a long time. Just as Lin Yan was about to walk over and take away the dangerous chopsticks in his hand, Feng Jin suddenly raised his hand, and the **** bamboo chopsticks were facing upright. My right ear is intact.

"Feng Jin!"

Lin Yan's eyes turned red.

Feng Jin seemed to sigh, and his voice was as soft as ever, which was his always well-behaved.

"Do you agree or disagree?"

Lin Yan didn't speak.

Feng Jin's chopsticks stuck into his ears.

Lin Yan only felt his scalp numb, and a flood of fear flooded him.

"I agree, I agree! Xiao Jin, don't hurt yourself, I promise you!" Lin Yan's eyes were pleading: "Be good and put down the chopsticks, OK? I beg you not to hurt yourself... …"

Feng Jin interrupted him directly: "I'm leaving now."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare the car."

"I want Dr. Ye Su to take me over,"

Lin Yan didn't dare to irritate Feng Jin any more, and he notified people to contact Ye Su.

Half an hour later, Ye Su hurried to him, and his face was completely pale when he saw the **** horror in front of him.

Lin Yan winked at her, and she walked to Feng Jin's side and helped Feng Jin to walk outside the gate.

Lin Yan silently followed behind the two people.

Before getting into the car, Feng Jin stopped. He turned his head and stared deeply at Lin Yan who was standing on the stairs. His voice was low but extremely clear.

"Don't come to see me, Lin Yan." He smiled harmlessly, as before: "If you come...I will die for you to see."

Ye Su was frightened by the child's words, and subconsciously turned to look at Lin Yan.

He stood in the deepest part of the brightly lit, not knowing what his expression was.

It’s just that I heard such words from my lover’s mouth...

Lin Yan, shouldn't you feel uncomfortable in your heart?

Ye Su helped Feng Jin get into the car.

As soon as the car door closed, the scarred child left the rush house that trapped him.

Ye Su used wet tissues to treat Feng Jin's wounds on her ears.

"Can you still hear your left ear? Go to the hospital later, and you must have a detailed examination. You don't want anything in the past few days..."

"Send me to a mental hospital."

Feng Jin lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained fingers. The blood on the fingers had dried up. The black color made his heart heavy. He rubbed hard, and the fingertips were red.

Ye Su frowned: "Feng Jin, you don't need to do this. Your disease... treat it well and it can be controlled."

Once a person enters a mental hospital, it is difficult to think about it again.

The formalities are not something normal people outside of them want to do.

Feng Jin didn't raise his head from beginning to end. The blood that flowed out solidified on his fair face, and Ye Su's heart was pumping painful as he watched.

"Feng Jin, are you really thinking about it?"

Feng Jin raised his head slightly, his gaze looked at everything that was retreating outside the window. The darkness was silently spreading and expanding, like only invisible tentacles, wrapping him tightly.

On the night after the commercial was filmed, Gu Qing let him change into a sulky outfit, sprayed on hairspray and perfume, and went out full of energy to meet Jiang Yichen.

The restaurant Jiang Yichen ordered is first-class in style and taste, and of course the prices are also very impressive.

The indoor heating is fully turned on. The man is just a simple black sweater and silver-gray casual trousers. The whole person is full of extravagance.

In comparison, Gu Qing, who came in wearing a mink, made him alive like a nouveau riche who started mining in the village.

Hehe, what's wrong with him just love Da Mino?

"Here?" Jiang Yichen didn't comment on Gu Qingrang's clothes. He reached out and poured a glass of water from Gu Qingrang: "Is it cold outside?"

"Fortunately. It's snowing, but it's fun. Tomorrow morning, I will be able to make a snowman."

"You are afraid of the cold, so don't go." Jiang Yichen said in a gentle voice: "Don't fall ill in the apartment alone, not even a person to take care of."

Gu Qing let his lips curled up: "But Lao Jiang always cares, I also have a lot of friends."

Jiang Yichen was startled, then nodded: "Don't be too angry about George."

Gu Qing made a lie without thinking: "I'm not angry."

"Not angry?" Jiang Yichen let out a "pouch" laugh, and handed the steaming tea cup to Gu Qingrang: "Jiang Yichen, you trash, let you do it.

It's still boring, are you a bastard..."

"Ahem!"

Listening to this familiar curse, Gu Qing was not surprised, choked by the water, and coughed desperately.

Jiang Yichen smiled with a clear smile at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand and patted Gu Qingrang's back with care, but his tone was chilly, full of dangers of prey being hooked.

"What is it? I can still eat you? Don't you just rely on my inaudibility, call me for 30 seconds? I am so stingy to retaliate against you?"

Gu Qingrang:...

Hey hey hey, boss, when you say this, can the murderous look in your eyes be reduced?

"I'm just a bit weird, you are obviously angry that I am helping me George, why don't you just ask me?" Jiang Yichen looked at Gu Qingrang with interest, as if he was waiting for an answer: "Huh?"

Gu Qing made the second dumbfounded grin: "Because of Lin Zhaozhi."

Jiang Yichen's face turned black in an instant, and he really didn't want to hear the name of this guy in the New Year.