The actor wants to get a divorce

Jiang Yichen frowned, and said sullenly: "It's none of his business."

Lu Qingrang: "Why don't you close it? 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 didn't do anything to you, although I still don't know why you helped that George, what tricks you were doing behind the scenes, I don't dare Lin Zhaozhi to say, you must I have my own plans..."

Gu Qingrang took Lin Zhaozhi one at a time, even though Jiang Yichen was deaf, he still felt very irritable and noisy, and impatiently planned to Gu Qingrang: "Will you die if you don't mention his name?"

Lu Qingrang frowned: "Why are you losing your temper?"

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

Jiang Yichen rubbed his nose, when Gu Qingrang mentioned Lin Zhaozhi, his heart was sore and flustered.

This little bastard has lost his memory and his IQ has regressed. Lin Zhaozhi can't tell what he thinks about him at all.

The more Jiang Yichen thought about it, the more he panicked: "You believe everything he says, so you trust him that much, don't you?"

Lu Qingrang nodded, "Otherwise? Without Lin Zhaozhi, I wouldn't be where I am today. I don't trust him, so why do I still trust you who cuckolded me?"

Jiang Yichen was stunned for a moment.

The whole room suddenly fell silent, only the beef hot pot on the table was steaming.

Jiang Yichen tightened his fingers on the table one by one, and after a long silence, he said, "I didn't cuckold you, I know that I treated you badly during the years of marriage, but I didn't ..."

The sound was interrupted by Jiang Yichen's rapid breathing, he didn't continue to explain, but randomly grabbed the disposable chopsticks in the chopstick holder, tore off the wrapping paper, broke them into two pieces, and stuffed them into Gu Qingrang's hands, "Forget it, let's eat, it's all you like to eat."

Lu Qingrang frowned and gave Jiang Yichen a strange look, but finally said nothing.

Halfway through the meal, Gu Qingrang's cell phone rang.

The number they called was a series of familiar numbers. Lu Qing was stunned for a long time, then put the phone to his ear.

Jiang Yichen looked up at Gu Qingrang.

When Lu Qingrang put down the phone, his expression was not very good.

He pinched the chopsticks tightly, not knowing what he was thinking, because the five fingers were so hard that they turned a shocking blue-white color.

"A Jean?"

As soon as Jiang Yichen asked, he watched helplessly as the disposable chopsticks were shortened into two pieces in Gu Qingrang's hands!

The sharp bamboo stick pierced into Gu Qingrang's fingertips, and two or three drops of bright red blood instantly rolled out from the snow-white fingers.

"A Jean!"

Jiang Yichen suddenly grabbed Gu Qingrang's wrist, asked him to let go of the broken bamboo chopsticks, took out 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?"

Lu Qing asked "Huh?", as if he had finally come to his senses, stared at his hand, and only laughed "haha" three seconds later.

"I'm sorry, I was too preoccupied with thinking about things just now, so I didn't pay attention." He pulled Jiang Yichen's hand away, smiling brightly.

"You sit down, I'll go to the waiter and ask if there is any Band-Aid."

Lu Qing asked to drag the person back: "Hey, what's the fuss, it's all gentlemen, it's just a little bit of skin damage, it's okay." After finishing speaking, he rubbed the wound vigorously with a tissue: "Look, it's not bleeding anymore. "

Jiang Yichen stood upright, looked down at Gu Qingrang, and was very angry, "Who called you? What happened?"

After Lu Qingrang answered the phone, his complexion was not very good, and he even broke his chopsticks. His three-year-old child couldn't tell that there was a problem.

Lu Qingrang was silent for a while, then scratched the black hair on the back of his neck in embarrassment, and smiled cheerfully, "It's nothing, it's really nothing, it's just my mother calling, saying she wants to find Let me talk... about restoring the parent-child relationship."

Jiang Yichen was skeptical: "That's it?"

Lu Qingrang smiled: "Otherwise?"

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

Lu Qingrang... obviously had the look of being frightened.

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

Jiang Yichen sat down again and stabilized his emotions: "What do you think?"

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

He stuffed the poked beef riddled with holes into his mouth, and the scalding heat made him breathe out.

The curling mist blurred Lu Qingrang's vision, and the corners of his eyes also became wet.

Nose, so sour.

"My parents just took my life away. In fact, I, Gu Qing, have lived a really useless life in this life. I'm not as capable as Mr. Jiang, nor like Lin Zhaozhi, who is respected and liked everywhere I go. , I only rely on the little likes from the audience and fans to live and eat, and one day if they don't like it, I, Gu Qingrang, will be a worthless waste."

"So, I would rather they never gave birth to me." Gu Qingrang wiped his eyes and smiled, "What are they trying to do? They don't like me, but they still want to give birth to me, and then they give birth to me all the time." Turning around and accusing me again..."

Lu Qingrang's smile froze a little bit, and his voice was a little bit lower, with a rare bit of confusion mixed with grievance: "I didn't ask them to give birth to me, and I didn't want to come to this fucking world Yes, it's all here...do you want 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 half of the bowl of beef soup, and then got up: "Thank you Mr. Jiang for being able to accompany me out for dinner in his busy schedule. The nonsense you just said Mr. Jiang pretended not to hear the words, I still have something to do, so I’m leaving first.”

After finishing speaking, Gu Qingrang picked up his jacket and mobile phone, turned around and left.

─One foot stepped out of the door, and Gu Qingrang thought of something and turned back.

"Jiang Yichen..."

Jiang Yichen's heart skipped a beat, "What do you want to say?"

He is there.

Lu Qingrang stretched out his hand with narrowed eyes: "Red envelope."

"what?"

Jiang Yichen was dumbfounded.

Lu Qingrang almost got angry on his face: "New Year's money! You agreed! You want to renege on your debt!"

Jiang Yichen took a thick red envelope from his pocket.

Lu Qing snatched it away.

"Do I have a present?"

Jiang Yichen asked him with an attitude of giving it a try.

Lu Qing shook the red envelope and gave him a disdainful expression: "I'm an old man who is in the middle of the third year, and I want a gift, so feel free to do so."

Jiang Yichen: "?"

Come on, dare you not be an old man from Bensan?

You don't feel embarrassed to take the red envelope.

Gu Qing let out what Jiang Yichen said at a glance, and showed a very awkward smile: "Who made me younger than you."

Lu Qingrang took the big ticket, and left with his spoils satisfied.

There was a biting cold wind blowing outside the restaurant, and the light snow that came now showed no sign of stopping, but was getting bigger and bigger.

─A gust of wind mixed with snow blew past, like a sharp knife, slicing across the human face alive.

Lu Qingrang stood at the door, staring into the distance without moving.

The waiter in the restaurant is chasing a homeless man.

The homeless man took his bedding and shrank to the corner. The waiter cursed twice, then turned and went back to the air-conditioned store.

Lu Qingrang rubbed his fingers, and let out a breath of hot air in his palm.

This winter, it's really too cold.

He walked straight up to the homeless man and knelt down in front of him.

From the red envelope given by Jiang Yichen, he took out a stack of no more and no less, and put it in front of the homeless man.

The tramp looked at him in astonishment.

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

The homeless man seemed to see his benefactor: "Young man, you are a good man, you will be rewarded!"

"Good news?" Gu Qing laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out, "Let me tell you, in this fucking world, good people don't live long... Take it, they are just people who have fallen in the end of the world."

After Lu Qingrang finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, shrugged his shoulders, and got into the car on the side of the road.

Throwing the red envelope casually on the back seat, Gu Qingrang lay on the steering wheel of the car, buried his head, and remained silent for a long time.

The phone in his pocket buzzed.

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

Gu Qingrang didn't pay attention to it at all, only felt that his nose was getting more and more sour, and endless grievances and discomforts surged up at this moment, like black cold sea water overwhelmingly pressing down from the top of his head, submerging him tightly.

There is no air.

His lungs suffocated and nearly exploded.

In the ear, is the mother's harsh voice as always.

"A Rang, go home right away. Your brother has some health problems and needs your help. No matter what, Rongyu is your biological brother. You only have such a brother and sister. When your father and I are old , you always have to support each other, you can't watch your brother die, you come back tomorrow, or tonight, we'll talk about the specifics when you come back..."

Lu Qingrang's heart clenched, and after a long silence, he suddenly got up, and angrily punched the steering wheel hard.

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

The car's horn blared in the darkness.

Lu Qingrang's eyes were bloodshot, and he leaned on the seat, panting heavily.

The phone was still ringing, and Gu Qing let him close his eyes tiredly, then took the phone out of his pants pocket, and switched on without looking at it.

Straightforward question: "What disease?"

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

Lu Qingrang gritted his teeth and trembled all over: "I asked what is the disease? You...you will only remember that there is still a son like me at this time? Then make it clear, do you need Lao Tzu's kidney or not?" Lao Tzu's liver?"