After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

"........."

——Pure black slim high-end suits, elegant but not overwhelming cufflinks and watches, combined with the tall and straight figure praised by fans, it makes sense that Zhou Fushen can fly directly to the international film festival to walk the red carpet up.

Jiang Ran looked numb. In fact, on such a day, he should have felt chilled when he saw Zhou Fu shivering like a peacock about to unfurl his tail, but actually he didn't feel it at all.In addition to being disheartened and not expecting anything, it is also because the two have shared the same bed for four years, Zhou Fushen's strange behaviors from time to time can already make up a book of deceptive behavior awards, and Jiang Ran has never been surprised.

If it was in the past, he might have analyzed Zhou Fushen's strange psychology of doing so, and then thought about prescribing the right medicine, but now...we really don't know, and we dare not ask.

After touching that peaceful gaze, Jiang Ran returned to the coffee table, took out the thin divorce agreement from the file folder, and pushed it to the opposite side.

"Look, sign if there is no problem."

Zhou Fu was silent, his eyes glanced at Jiang Rankong's empty left ring finger inadvertently, then he walked down, bent down and pressed the A4 paper.

From this angle, Jiang Ran recognized at a glance that the tie around Zhou Fushen's neck was given to him on his birthday last year. When the atmosphere was very good during the dinner that night, it suddenly appeared... The little days between him and Zhou Fushen were far from being so romantic.

In fact, Jiang Ran first called and made an appointment for Zhou Fushen in the afternoon of the next day, and reported in detail his motives for giving the gift, and then he was able to go to the other party's morning party with Zhou Fushen's company after being approved by the other party. Buy gifts at designated locations.

As for the scene after that day, Jiang Ran still remembers it vividly now, because he wasted an afternoon in his life that was supposed to be beautiful, choosing two ties that were almost the same, especially when he was dazzled at the end. , after pointing to one.At that time, Zhou Fu raised his eyebrows deeply, with that subtle expression of "I knew it", he almost wanted Jiang Ran to grab his tie and strangle him on the spot.

It can be said that there are thousands of words, even though the past seems to be full of unbearable memories, but Jiang Ran has to admit that at this moment, this tie still touched his heart suddenly, so that even though he knew that he might be disappointed, he still couldn't bear it. Stopped, and asked: "...how did you suddenly remember to wear this tie?"

"I took it from the drawer." Zhou Fushen raised his eyelids to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Those eyes were calm and deep, but there was nothing in them.

He forgot, Jiang Ran thought.

"It's nothing, it's just... quite discerning."

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Ran had time to taste the disappointment on the tip of his tongue, he met Zhou Fushen's gaze of "Isn't this nonsense?", and immediately swept away his regret, and handed over the pen and said, "Let's sign it."

Zhou Fushen took it over, twisted the pen on his knuckles and held it squarely in his hand. He lowered his head, his eyes didn't even stay on the paper, and he directly picked up the pen and signed his name.

— as if impatient.

"If I had known, I would have put a check for tens of millions below for you to sign." Jiang Ran forced the discomfort in his throat, and said coolly.

Zhou Fushen calmly pushed back the agreement: "If that's the case, I will sign it even if you don't need to put it down."

"..." Jiang Ran's throat tightened instantly when he heard the words, and it took him a while to say: "Why weren't you so glib when we were still together?"

"It's not glib, I'm not short of the money." Zhou Fushen put the cap on his pen, and said calmly: "Besides, it's true that I made a mistake first."

Zhou Fushen suddenly became reasonable, which made Jiang Ran feel unaccustomed. He thought that Zhou Fushen's "besides" would be followed by "it is your loss to leave me".

"Although leaving me is your loss." Zhou Fushen continued.

Jiang Ran: "..."

So far, what is he still expecting from this person?

Jiang Ran silently put away the divorce agreement, and then pulled up the suitcase without saying a word, but Zhou Fushen stretched out his hand and said, "Shall I help you carry it into the car?"

Jiang Ran stopped and looked at him.

Obviously living life like a silly son of a landlord who can't take care of himself, but now that he is divorced, he is inexplicably attentive. Jiang Ran wants to laugh at his sanctimonious appearance, but he can't laugh. Said: "I bought the box from Taobao. I just received the express delivery today. I used it before I had time to scan it."

Zhou Fushen's movement to get the box stopped immediately.

Jiang Ran knew him too well, so he smiled when he saw this, then picked up the box and walked out.

"Wait." Zhou Fushen stopped him and asked, "I heard from a lawyer before that your brother was the one who came forward when drawing up the property division agreement?"

"That's right, you know that my brother is a lawyer." Jiang Ran faintly felt bad. Judging from his experience, Zhou Fushen was afraid that Zhou Fushen was about to make a strange speech again. He warned: "Is there any problem?"

Sure enough, Zhou Fushen let out a meaningful snort from his nasal cavity, and then said with a half-smile: "No problem, I just want you to know that although our divorce seems to be because I made a small mistake, in fact it is not. It's my fault alone. At least half of it is your brother's fault. He has disliked me since the day we fell in love. Now that I know the news, I guess he might be popping a bottle of champagne at home to celebrate. "

"........."

"...You said it was a small mistake just now." Jiang Ran took a deep breath to suppress the anger that surged up, ignored his obviously subjective words, and only grasped the key point: "Zhou Fushen...you have to figure it out, do it |After falling in love, it’s only a small fault if you ask me to write five hundred words of feelings, and the fault that led to our divorce is a thousand times more serious than this, do you understand!?”

Zhou Fu frowned deeply: "But if you don't write, how will I know if you are satisfied?"

Jiang Ran choked up, he still couldn't follow Zhou Fushen's brain circuit, he froze for a while before saying: "What's the point of saying this now?"

Zhou Fu sneered deeply: "When you contacted Zhuang Lingling behind my back, you felt that everything made sense, didn't you?"

"She's your mother!" At this point, Jiang Ran finally couldn't help but burst out: "That day is Mother's Day! You won't let me give gifts, shouldn't I call to say hello?"

"Should." Zhou Fushen still had that neutral face: "It's just contrary to my original intention, because I wanted to make her suffer when I was with you."

Jiang Ran thought that his heart was numb when he received the email before the semi-finals, but now it turns out that it wasn't. No matter which Zhou Fushen he loved these years, after five years of love, it is impossible Withdrawing it, he was silent for a moment before saying: "So why? Why me?"

……

After asking this question, Zhou Fushen's face showed a rare tension. He avoided Jiang Ran's sight until the long silence passed. Just when Jiang Ran thought he would not answer again, he spoke: " Because you make me want, I can't become like you, but I can conquer you."

It was more subtle than the recording in that e-mail, but it gave Jiang Ran a chill. He froze for a while, until the familiar palm was passed in front of his eyes, accompanied by the low-pitched male voice above his head. Yin: "Maybe it's not too late to say it now...Jiang Ran, I wish you happiness in the future."

For some reason, Jiang Ran was fine when he quarreled just now, but when he heard this, he was suddenly struck by lightning. He suddenly felt inexplicably sour in his eyes. It was the four years of our marriage, and it was the first time I heard you speak human words."

After finishing speaking, he held the hand that was slightly cold to the touch, and separated after a brief touch, just like their lives that should not have intersected.

This is over, he wiped his face in a hurry, pulled up the suitcase and walked out without looking back.

Behind him, Zhou Fushen stood by the window, watching his back silently for a while, and only after the figure had completely merged into the night did Zhou Fushen calmly return to the sofa, and took out another remote control from the bottom drawer of the coffee table. After pressing a few times, the LCD screen on the wall will light up again.

Entrance, living room, study room, corridor, even bedroom and bathroom, there are 36 surveillance images covering every corner of the house. Zhou Fushen adjusted the date to half a year ago, and finally stopped the time at the night before he was going to report to the crew.

And in the picture in the bedroom, he is having sex with Jiang Ran.

Zhou Fushen put the picture on the full screen, but his face was not moved at all. He watched it quietly for a while before he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After getting connected, before he could ask questions, he ordered in a calm tone: "It's me, contact Director Ren and tell me that I'm quitting the crew of "Floating and Sinking", and also inform the media that I'm going to hold a press conference tomorrow."

"...What!?" The other end of the phone exploded as expected: "Why are you crazy? The script of "Floating and Sinking" has been polished by the director for three years, and it is aimed at foreign heavyweight awards. You can’t squeeze in, but you are the male lead. It’s been half a year since you’ve been filming. You’re ready to quit? No matter how good you are at acting, you can’t do it like you, right? And recently, there’s been rumors about your marriage on Weibo. At this juncture Do you still dare to make trouble? Are you still holding a press conference? They can’t put the microphone in your mouth to ask about it?”

The manager's torrential accusation failed to stir up any waves on Zhou Fushen's face. He watched the forbearance of the people under him in the surveillance, and said in a low voice, "I know, that's what I want to say."

The author has something to say: Friends say that I seem to be in love with perverted attacks, and I am also very desperate...