The Actor Wants to Divorce

Jiang Yichen frowned, and said dullly, "What does it matter to him."

Gu Qingrang: "Why didn't it turn off? They also said a lot of good things for you."

Jiang Yichen seemed even more unhappy: "No need."

Gu Qing was puzzled: "Jiang Yichen, don't go too far, Lin Zhaozhi is not doing you well, although I still don't know why you want to help that George, what little tricks you are doing secretly, I dare not say that Lin Zhaozhi, you are sure I have my own plans..."

Gu Qing gave Lin Zhaozhi a mouthful. Even if Jiang Yichen was deaf, he felt very irritable and noisy. Impatiently planned to Gu Qingrang: "Will you die if you don't mention his name?"

Gu Qing frowned: "What is your temper?"

"Can I bother him? Don't mention him in front of me in the future."

Jiang Yichen rubbed his nose, and Gu Qing made his heart feel sour when he talked about Lin Zhaozhi.

This little **** had no memory, and his IQ had also regressed, and Lin Zhaozhi couldn't even tell what Lin Zhaozhi thought of him.

Jiang Yichen became more and more angry and panicked: "You believe everything he says, don't you trust him so much?"

Gu Qingrang nodded, "Otherwise? Without Lin Zhaozhi, there would be no me who I am now. I don't believe him. Is it possible to believe in you who gave me a cuckold?"

Jiang Yichen was stunned for an instant.

The whole room also quieted down suddenly, only the beef hot pot on the table was steaming "grumblingly".

Jiang Yichen's fingers on the table tightened one by one, and after a long silence, he said: "I didn't give you a cuckold. I know that during the years of marriage, I was not good to you, but I didn't …"

The voice broke in Jiang Yichen’s rapid breathing. He did not continue to explain, but randomly grabbed the disposable chopsticks in the chopstick holder, tore the wrapping paper, broke them into two, and stuffed them into Gu Qingrang’s hands. "Forget it, eat, it's all you like to eat."

Gu Qing frowned and gave Jiang Yichen a weird look, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Halfway through the meal, Gu Qing let the phone rang.

The number he called was a familiar string of numbers. Gu Qing was shocked for a long time, and then put the phone in his ear.

Jiang Yichen raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingrang.

When Gu Qingrang put down the phone, his face was not very good.

He squeezed his chopsticks tightly, not knowing what he was thinking, his five fingers were shockingly blue and white because of excessive force.

"Agen?"

As soon as Jiang Yichen asked, he watched that the disposable chopsticks were in the hands of Gu Qingrang, short in two!

The sharp Zhu Mi plunged into Gu Qingrang's fingertips, and two or three drops of bright red blood rolled out of the snow-white fingers in an instant.

"Agen!"

Jiang Yichen suddenly grabbed Gu Qingrang’s wrist, asked him to loosen the broken bamboo chopsticks, pulled a tissue from the side, pressed it on Gu Qingrang’s finger, and said angrily: "What are you doing? You don’t know it hurts. Is it?"

Gu Qing let out a "Huh?", as if he had finally recovered, staring at his hand, he laughed "haha" three seconds later.

"Sorry, sorry, I was too mad just thinking about things, I didn't pay attention." He pulled away Jiang Yichen's hand with a bright smile.

"You sit down, I'll go to the waiter and ask if there are band-aids."

Gu Qing asked the person to be dragged back: "Hey, all the fuss, it's sir, it's nothing to break the skin, it's not in the way." After speaking, he rubbed the wound vigorously with a tissue: laughed: "Look, it's not bleeding anymore. "

Jiang Yichen stood upright, looking at Gu Qingrang condescendingly, angrily, "Who made the call? What happened?"

After Gu Qingrang answered the phone, his face was not so good, and he squeezed his chopsticks off. His three-year-old child couldn't see that there was a problem.

Gu Qing was silent for a short while, then a little embarrassed, he scratched the black hair on the back of his neck, and smiled cheerfully, "It's nothing, it's really nothing. My mother called me and said that I wanted to find it. I’m talking... I want to restore the parent-child relationship."

Jiang Yichen doubted: "That's it?"

Gu Qing made a smile: "Otherwise?"

Jiang Yichen couldn't tell what it was. He just faintly felt that if it was just the Gu family who wanted to restore the parent-child relationship with Gu Qingrang, Gu Qingrang's reaction would not be so abnormal.

Gu Qingrang...obviously, he was shocked.

Even in Gu Qingrang's smile, there was an indescribable compassion.

Jiang Yichen sat down again, calming his emotions: "What do you think?"

Gu Qingrang took a pair of chopsticks again, poked the beef in the bowl, and said in a faint tone: "What can I think? I haven't contacted for so long, and I have long lost feelings."

He stuffed the battered beef into his mouth, and the hot temperature made him feel hot.

The curling mist blurred Gu Qingrang's vision, and the corners of his eyes became wet with it.

The nose is so sour.

"My parents just gave me a life. Actually, Gu Qing let me live very poorly in this life. You are not as capable as Mr. Jiang, nor like Lin Zhaozhi. You are respected and liked wherever you go. , I only rely on the fans of the audience to like, live, and eat. If they don’t like it anymore, I will be a waste of nothing."

"So, I would rather they never gave birth to me." Gu Qing wiped his eyes and laughed: "You said, what are they doing? They don't like me, but they still have to give birth to me. It’s not..."

Gu Qing's smile solidified a little bit, and his voice was lowered a little bit. It was rare to be dyed a little bit mixed with confused grievances: "I didn't ask them to give birth to me, and I don't want to come into this **** world. Yes, it's all here... Is it possible to hang yourself with a rope?"

"I am also their own, why do they always treat me like this..."

Jiang Yichen was about to say something, but Gu Qingrang directly picked up the bowl, drank a half bowl of beef soup, and then got up: "Thank you, President Jiang, for being able to accompany me out for dinner during his busy schedule. He just said nonsense. Say, President Jiang didn’t hear it, I have something to do, let’s go now."

After speaking, Gu Qing asked to pick up his jacket and mobile phone, turned his head and left.

─With both feet stepping out the door, Gu Qingrang thought of returning back.

"Jiang Yichen..."

Jiang Yichen's heart moved, "What do you want to say?"

He is here.

Gu Qing squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Red envelope."

"what?"

Jiang Yichen was dumbfounded.

Gu Qing almost angered his face: "New Year's money! You said it! I want to go wrong!"

Jiang Yichen touched a thick red envelope from his pocket.

Gu Qing let Chop the hand over.

"Do I have a gift?"

Jiang Yichen asked him with a try.

Gu Qing turned the red envelope upside down and gave him a contemptuous expression: "Ben San's old man, I want a gift. You are embarrassed, too."

Jiang Yichen: "?"

Yes, dare you to be the old man of Bensan?

You are not embarrassed to take the red envelope.

Gu Qing let him see what Jiang Yichen was saying at a glance, and gave an extremely ugly smile: "Who made me younger than you."

Gu Qing let the one who got the big vote and left with his trophies contentedly.

There was a bitterly cold wind blowing outside the restaurant, and the light snow that came nowadays showed no sign of stopping, but had a tendency to increase.

─The wind mixed with snow blew across, like a sharp knife, slashing across the human face alive.

Gu Qing stood at the door and looked at the distance motionlessly.

The waiter in the restaurant is catching a tramp.

The homeless man took his bedding and shrank to the corner. The waiter snorted and turned back to the air-conditioned shop.

Gu Qing let him rub his fingers, breathing in his palm.

This winter, it is really too cold.

He went straight to the front of the tramp and squatted down in front of him.

From the red envelope Jiang Yichen gave, he took out a pile of no more, no less, and placed it in front of the tramp.

The tramp looked at him in astonishment.

"Take it, go find a warm hotel, eat a good meal, and then have a good sleep."

The tramp seems to have seen his benefactor: "Young man, you are a good person, and you will be rewarded!"

"Good reward?" Gu Qing almost made tears flow out of laughter, "I tell you, in this **** world, good people don't live long... take it, they are all people who have fallen into the end of the world."

After speaking, Gu Qingrang didn't stay long, shrank his shoulders and got into the car on the side of the road.

Throwing the red envelope in the back seat casually, Gu Qing let him lie on the steering wheel of the car with his head buried, and there was no movement for a long time.

The phone in my pocket "buzzed".

You don't need to look to know who is calling.

Gu Qing asked to ignore it at all, only feeling that his nose was getting sore, endless grievances and discomforts surged up at this moment, like black cold water, pressing down from the top of his head, and drowning him tightly.

There is no air.

His lungs suffocated and almost exploded.

In my ears, my mother's piercing voice, as always.

"Agen, go home immediately. Your brother has a problem with his body and needs your help. No matter what, Rong Yu is your biological brother. You have only one brother and sister. Wait for me and your dad to get old. , You always have to support each other, you can’t watch your brother die, you will be back tomorrow, not tonight, and we will talk about specific things when you come back..."

Gu Qing's heart tightened. After a long period of silence, he suddenly got up and slammed a fist on the steering wheel in anger.

"Back to your mother! I'll go back to your mother!"

The car's horn screamed shortly in the dark.

Gu Qingrang's eyes were blood-red, leaning on the seat, gasping for breath.

The phone was still ringing. Gu Qing closed his eyes tiredly, then took the phone out of his pants pocket and connected it without even looking.

Ask straightforwardly: "What disease?"

"What?" The woman on the phone didn't respond for a moment.

Gu Qing let his teeth tremble all over, "I ask what is the disease? You... You will always only think of my son at this time? Then make it clear, do you need Lao Tzu's kidney or Lao Tzu? Liver?"