actor, he refuses to remarry

Peng Chi's voice was somewhat contemptuous: "Do you still need me to remind you of the recording you made with others?"

He sneered a couple of times, "Go online and check it yourself. The first hot search on Weibo is that Xiao Han doesn't know about it yet. He has a congenital heart disease and cannot be too stimulated. You will Don't call Xiaohan if you have nothing to do."

"Dududu-"

The phone was hung up.

Ji Yanzhi pinched the phone receiver, eyes full of panic.

What...recording?

Weibo?Yes, Weibo!

Ji Yanzhi quickly took out his phone, and opened Weibo with trembling fingers——

He knew that he would definitely appear on Weibo tonight and become the laughing stock of everyone tonight.

But when he saw the three words "Ji Yanzhi" hanging on the screen full of hot searches on Weibo, his heart still seemed to be clenched tightly and he couldn't breathe.

#Ji Yanunder Kneeling#

#Ji Yanzhi apologizes#

#Ji Yanzhi's Daughter#

……

Any one is enough to ignite the trending search in the entertainment circle, but at this moment it is silently suppressed by another trending search.

Weibo's trending headline is a word "explosive" that is so red and dazzling.

#Ji Yanzhi Recording#

Ji Yanzhi's heart "thumped -" jumped wildly, the surrounding air seemed to condense, his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into a boundless and endless ice cellar.

He vaguely guessed what this recording was that had overshadowed all the hot searches and news, and his mind was screaming frantically, "Ji Yanzhi, don't listen." He stared at the phone for a long time on the glass door, and then clicked in with trembling fingers——

Weibo was delayed, presumably because too many people crowded in to watch, Ji Yanzhi stared for a long time before finally clicking on it.

It was a recording, usually about 4 minutes long, released more than two hours ago.

Likes and comments have exceeded 200 million in just two hours.

Ji Yanzhi's legs were weak, and he slid slowly into the phone booth.

During these long minutes, every minute and every second was like a knife piercing his body, his internal organs were completely messed up, pulled out of his body and crushed to pieces.

Ji Yanzhi hugged his knees tightly and curled himself into a small ball.

"Ah... ah...fuck me..."

Moan after moan whirled out from the phone, echoing in the closed and narrow phone booth.

Ji Yanzhi was trembling all over, he grabbed his ear vigorously, his fingers were too hard, as if he wanted to pull the ear off, his skin was bright red, but his finger bones were strikingly pale.

He originally thought that he had already lost his face, and knelt down to apologize in front of 10 people. His dignity and pride were already gone. Fang Zhi should be satisfied and let him go.

But Fang Zhi could really strip away his last privacy.

Ji Yanzhi's hands and feet were cold, and his lips were bitten with a ring of blood foam, he was too stupid.

He regarded him as a lover, so he took off his clothes, and he was willing for the other party to open his legs and give him all of himself, but Fang Zhi only regarded him as a bitch, so he recorded, made videos, and put them on the Internet for everyone to watch have fun.

He said at the concert that Shan Zien is an outsider, and he hopes that everyone will not bother Shan Zien.

Fang Zhi does not allow the outside world to know which school he is in, his tender and caring baby, but he has Ji Yanzhi stripped naked, indulging in desire and love, and he will share it with others. .

Ji Yanzhi cried softly.

He picked up the phone, and tears fell down while he was about to turn off the recording.

He was trembling, trying not to read the comments below, but his eyes were faster than his movements.

[It's so cheap, it looks like a dog in heat. 】

[I really know how to play, there are three recordings here, can't they be three different people? 】

[No wonder you cheated back then, you bitch. 】

[Xiaosan's son, what good can it be. 】

[Thank you Ji Yanzhi for not marrying back then, if I were Fang Zhi, I would cry to death. 】

[Don't cue Fangzhi, she and her little boyfriend are in love with each other. 】

[That's right, didn't you hear Fang Zhi said, aren't you familiar with Ji Yanzhi? 】

【…】

Ji Yanzhi's face was pale and red, and tears "tick-tick" fell on the screen. He clicked the shutdown button several times and the phone didn't respond. Ji Yanzhi choked up and cried loudly.

The night was deep.

Every household in the city has already fallen into a deep sleep. The street lamps shine on the telephone booths, and the dim lights cast a faint, fuzzy shadow.

Ever since he entered the entertainment circle, Ji Yanzhi never thought that he would have no relatives, no friends, no savings, and even no place for him to stay.

Seven years ago, the world gave him a lot of scolding, and seven years later, the world once again pressed the overwhelming ridicule on him.

It was as if Ji Yanzhi's entire lung was pinched, he couldn't breathe a little air, and the suffocating dullness and discomfort forced him to fall into the abyss of despair.

I don't know when it started to rain outside.

The "crackling" rainwater hit the glass door, Ji Yanzhi felt cold all over, this small phone booth was his last shelter from the wind, he didn't know where else he could go, and where else could Ji Yanzhi stay.

"Boom boom boom——"

The door of the phone booth was pulled open, and an uncle with a cigarette in his mouth walked in, frowning at Ji Yanzhi: "Hey, buddy, I see you've been in there for a long time, are you still calling or not? If you don't call, don't occupy it." I'm using the phone. Others still need it."

Ji Yanzhi's face was pale, he quickly lowered his head, put on his mask, and staggered to his feet while leaning on the glass.

"Sorry……"

He grabbed the luggage bag, with his head lowered, and fled quickly.

As soon as he got out of the phone booth, Leng Yu slapped Ji Yanzhi head-on.

He shrank his shoulders and stood on the side of the road in the dark night, not knowing where he should go. The rain wet Ji Yanzhi's hair and soaked his clothes, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, getting heavier and heavier. He found a bench by the side of the road and sat down.

I don't know how long it took, but he fell asleep in such a daze. He vaguely felt that someone was touching him. Ji Yan opened his eyes subconsciously, and saw a young man with yellow hair Flip through his pockets.

Still holding Ji Yanzhi's wallet in his hand.

Seeing Ji Yanzhi wake up, the young man was about to run away with Ji Yanzhi's suitcase.

"give me back."

That's all the money he has left.

Ji Yanzhi went to pull him, but the young man grabbed Ji Yanzhi by the neckline and pushed him directly onto the wet mud.

Pull your legs and run.

Ji Yanzhi's eyes were red, and he stood up from the ground with difficulty, and saw the thief abducted into the garden not far away, and disappeared.

Ji Yanzhi's nose was sore, endless grievances and despair spread, he felt that the world seemed to be against him everywhere, forcing him to die every minute and every second.

An old man scavenging came over, not surprised: "The little bastard is a habitual thief here, I will accompany you to the police over there, the police know where he lives, and they will find it for you in a while." Come."

Ji Yanzhi clenched his trousers tightly, almost tearing the drenched cloth to pieces.

"Don't be dazed, I will accompany you to the police station. Just go and register your personal information."

Ji Yanzhi's heart suddenly constricted, he shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I won't call the police... No need, I'll give it to him."

The old man was a little surprised.

Ji Yanzhi didn't speak, but said "thank you" and turned to leave.

Ji Yanzhi spent the night under the awning at the bus station. At dawn the next day, he was cold and hungry, and his mobile phone and wallet were taken away. Ji Yanzhi searched all his pockets and found nothing of value.

The rain was still falling, and the autumn rain was icy cold, but more and more people came to wait for the bus, Ji Yanzhi didn't dare to wait any longer, he took a deep breath into the cold palm, and lifted his foot to leave.

"Young man." A gray old lady stopped Ji Yanzhi, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Ji Yanzhi froze for a moment, lowered his head and wanted to leave.

"Hey, don't go." The old lady said kindly, "I don't think you are very old, you are about the same age as my grandson. Are you 30 years old?"

Ji Yanzhi bit his lip lightly, but remained silent.

Grandma: "I have some hot buns here, you can eat them first."

The old lady handed over some steaming steamed buns.

Ji Yanzhi was hungry, and was about to reach out to grab it, but he felt that there were stares all around him.

He looked at it cautiously, and his heart was instantly messed up.

Is there a reporter here?

Is someone filming him?

Could it be that as soon as he took it, someone photographed him and put it on the Internet, saying that the former big star had actually been reduced to relying on others for food?

Or Fang Zhi...

Was this old lady called by Fang Zhi?

Ji Yanzhi's breathing was messy, and he clenched his fingers tightly. He looked at the old man with scarlet eyes, and then hurriedly ran into the autumn rain.

……

Fang Zhi was woken up by a phone call.

After Ji Yanzhi left last night, he felt as if he was crushed by a stone, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how hard he gasped.

He dug out several bottles of spleen wine from the refrigerator, and Fang Zhi got himself very drunk.

Fang Zhi clutched his headache that was about to burst, half-opened his eyes and picked up the phone.

It turned out that it was Chen Yifan calling.

Fang Zhi put the phone by his ear, his throat hurt a little, and his voice was hoarse: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Damn, I can be regarded as contacting you, where did you die last night?"

Fang Zhi was impatient: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing! I just want to ask, how is Ji Yanzhi?"

Fang Zhi's face darkened in the early morning, "What did you ask him to do?"

Chen Yifan smiled, "I just want to know how he will react to this recording flying all over the world. Has he begged you to delete the recording?"

Fang Zhi's pupils suddenly dilated, and he sat up straight from the bed.

"Recording? Did you fucking play the recording?"

"correct."

Fang Zhi's eyes turned scarlet for a moment, almost crushing the whole phone.

"Chen Yifan! Who the hell told you to play the recording!?"