The Actor Wants to Divorce

Jiang Yichen only felt that his brain buzzed, as if he was hit by lightning, his hands and feet were cold, and his scalp was tightened!

It's Gu Qingrang's flight.

He turned his gaze to the hourly worker, "Yes, GZ7655?"

The hourly work was unknown, so, while sweeping the floor, he said, “Yes, it’s really a crime. How could a good airplane suddenly fall down? It’s a lot of death.

Few people, they all say that there is an accident in the plane, and there is almost no one to survive..."

"Falling down from such a high place, the corpse can't be found, right? It must be broken into scum. It's so uncomfortable for the family to know, it's really pitiful."

As soon as Hourly Worker finished speaking, Jiang Yichen's expression suddenly changed.

He stood there blankly for a while, then grabbed the coat on the back of the sofa and walked towards the door pale.

Zhong Diangong looked at the successful man who came quickly and calmly in surprise. He walked to the door and shook his body violently twice, as if he could not stand steady.

Cyan fingers pressed tightly on the door frame.

There were a lot of different kinds, and then he tightened his coat and left in silence.

He took the elevator down from the upper floor, then walked to the side of the road, and got in the car. Jiang Yichen's clothes were soaked.

He shuddered and pulled the car door, sat in the car, and numbly smoked a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. The smell of nicotine slowly spread and quickly filled the small compartment, and the emptied brain was gradually recovered. Some things come.

The plane crashed.

The casualties are unknown.

Gu Qingrang may be dead, and he may not even be able to find a complete body...

There was a sharp pain in my head, as if a nail was nailed and pierced, and the cold wind poured ice ridges into it.

Jiang Yichen hugged his head.

A few minutes later, he took the phone out of his pocket, found Gu Qingrang's WeChat, and dialed the video call with trembling fingers.

No one is connected.

Jiang Yichen's nose was sore.

[Agen? Are you well? 】

[Agen, come back quickly. 】

[Ajean, can you please call me back? Just one word, let me know you are safe. 】

All the sent text messages fell to the ground, and Jiang Yichen made a few more phone calls, all of which were left unanswered. Jiang Yichen was cold all over.

It was almost desperate now.

He wanted to call Gu Qingrang's agent and assistant, but he rummaged through his mobile phone and found that he didn't even have the numbers of Xiaomi and Si Chen.

He held the phone and found another WeChat.

The video flashed twice, the camera shook three or two times, and a man in a suit with a cold and sharp complexion appeared.

"Yichen?"

"Fu Ran."

The man is the boss of Starbird Media, Fu Ran, the prince of the Fu family in Beijing, and Jiang Yichen has grown up since childhood.

"Fu Ran, your third uncle works in the Civil Aviation Administration?"

"what's happenin?"

"Check someone for me."

Fu Ran squeezed his eyebrows, looking very embarrassed, "What's the matter, are you in a hurry? Did you know that a plane fell in the morning? My third uncle is so busy now..."

"I'm here for this." Jiang Yichen's eyes flushed and his lips were shaking.

Fu Ran was taken aback, reacted, opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Yichen's nose was sore, his voice hoarse, "Arang is on it..."

Fu Ran's eyes widened.

"Fu Ran, I beg you to help me confirm the list of boarding passengers, I..."

Fu Ran quickly interrupted him, "I will call my third uncle right away to confirm. I will contact you as soon as there is news."

"I wait for your news."

Fu Ran hung up the phone.

Jiang Yichen's feelings for Gu Qingrang for so many years, he can see that if something happens to that person, his brother will probably go with him.

Fu Ran didn't dare to delay, and immediately called his third uncle Fu Mingsheng.

"Uncle San, has the death list been counted? Help me find someone to see if they are on it."

Fu Ran's third uncle, Fu Mingsheng, is an executive of the Civil Aviation Administration. In such a major air crash, the pressure on him was great. He had a bad temper and shouted at Fu Ran, "I'm busy now! How can I help you check it out! What! Human, what does it have to do with you? Does it matter?"

"It's not important and won't make you call, it has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with Jiang Yichen."

"The prince of the Jiang family? His lover?"

Fu Ran curled his lips, "Almost, the name is Gu Qingrang, please check it out. If someone dies, tell me too, so I can tell the Jiang family to prepare two coffins."

"Got it, wait! Patriarchs!"

Fu Mingsheng was so angry that he dropped the phone.

Jiang Yichen sat in the car, smoking cigarettes one by one.

In the past hour, his brain was electrically charged and he recalled all the past bits and pieces of Gu Qing's past.

Gu Qingrang who was gentle and considerate to him, and Gu Qingrang who was half-dead with anger...

Gu Qingrang...

His brain ached again bluntly. Jiang Yichen took a bite of a cigarette and took a fierce sip. The phone held in his other hand shook in his palm.

He picked it up busy and looked at it, not the news of Fu Ran.

It is an official notice issued by the Civil Aviation Administration through Weibo.

[Civil Aviation Administration: We regret to inform that there are no survivors on flight GZ7655. 】

Jiang Yichen's eyes were stained with blood red by the words Wu Sheng Hui.

He was holding the phone tightly, his shoulders trembling.

The smoke that had just been inhaled in his lungs didn't have time to be spit out, and was stuffy in his lungs. Jiang Yichen coughed violently twice, as if he had coughed out all the blood.

He regretted it.

When he divorced Gu Qingrang, he didn't regret it that much.

Because he firmly believed that he would still chase him back, it was just a matter of time, Gu Qingrang would always return to him.

But reality gave him a loud slap.

Gu Qing boarded a crashed plane, with no survivors on board.

He could never catch up with Gu Qingrang anymore.

Even if I can see it in the future, I can't see it.

Jiang Yichen clenched his teeth, his heart was both painful and uncomfortable, as if he was hollowed out by someone's knife, his breath was leaking.

"Don't..." Jiang Yichen's lips trembled badly, and his nose was sore that I wanted to cry, "Don't, Ajan, I know I was wrong... Don't be so treat me... I can't stand it, I really suffer. No way..."

The cigarette between his fingers burned out unknowingly, and the burning pain made Jiang Yichen let go.

My hands hurt, but my heart hurts even more.

This fear and despair of losing the most important baby is like high pressure, falling from the top of his head, leaving him powerless to struggle.

I don't know how long it took, and the phone vibrated again.

Jiang Yichen held up the phone to his eyes.

It's Fu Ran's video invitation.

"Fu Ran, the list..."

"I got the list." Fu Ran looked distressed, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

Jiang Yichen's breathing tightened, his eyes almost dripping with blood.

The Fu family only heard a sound of "Ling Dang──", followed by the Zhaoxin crackling of glass shards.

Jiang Yichen smashed the car window.

Fu Ran was taken aback, and then quickly said, "Brother, don't do stupid things, I am teasing you, Gu Qing let him not get on the plane, he is fine.

Jiang Yichen was taken aback and couldn't believe it: "Really? He didn't get on the plane?"

"Yeah, I didn't go. I checked it, and the ticket was bought, but his kid didn't board the plane at all. Do you think he was going to die..."

Jiang Yichen hung up the phone directly.

Sitting in the car, breathing heavily.

Gu Qingrang didn't get on the plane, he was fine.

He breathed a sigh of relief first, then was swallowed by a burst of anger.

I clicked on Gu Qingran's WeChat and typed in a snap.

[How dare you scare me? 】

[You wait for me! 】

[I advise you to find a place to hide! 】

The black Land Rover galloped all the way on the road, stirring up a big whirlwind.

Jiang Yichen stepped on the brake, and the car stopped downstairs in Gu Qing's apartment.

He strode upstairs and knocked on Gu Qingrang's door with a "dongdongdong one by one".

Annoyed him!

He wants to see what Gu Qing is doing!

Jiang Yichen almost smashed the door, and he didn't see Gu Qing let out to open the door.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and a thin and thin boy stood behind him.

Feng Jin?

The boy that Gu Qing asked to pick it up home?

Jiang Yichen now has no time to manage the broken relationship between Feng Jin and Gu Qingrang. He frowned and asked, "Is there a key?"

"Have…"

Feng Jin took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yichen, "Are you okay? I just called you behind for a long time, and you don't seem to hear it."

Feng Jin glanced at Jiang Yichen suspiciously.

Jiang Yichen grabbed the key and said in a cold voice, "I don't like someone talking to me behind my back."

"Oh." Feng Jin nodded and said no more.

Jiang Yichen stabbed the key in and opened the door.

Regardless of changing shoes, Jiang Yichen walked in and opened the bedroom door.

Gu Qingrang was not in the bedroom. The sheets and quilt on the bed were in a mess. Jiang Yichen stepped forward and touched it, and it was cold.

Feng Jin frowned, watching with confusion that Jiang Yichen was looking for people everywhere in the small apartment like a headless fly.

Then he walked over and grabbed Jiang Yichen.

"President Jiang, Brother Gu is in the bathroom."

Jiang Yichen looked at him, obviously a little puzzled.

How does he know?

"President Jiang, there is music in the bathroom. Didn't you hear it?"

And this music can be heard loudly at the gate.

Jiang Yichen was taken aback, his expression was unnatural for a moment, he pulled Feng Jin's hand away, turned and walked towards the bathroom, pulling open the bathroom door one by one.

Gu Qing lay in the bathtub comfortably, clutching a bath towel, rubbing bubbles on her body, groaning in her mouth.

"I love to take a bath with good skin, oh oh oh oh, wearing a shower cap bounces, oh oh oh..."

"Gu Qingrang!"

Jiang Yichen was furious!

He was so frightened that he begged grandpa to tell his grandma to send him a WeChat message. This stinky boy actually took a comfortable bath here!

Gu Qingrang suddenly yelled and turned his head in fright, his face instantly stiffened.

No, he just took a bath and didn't spend your general water bill, right?

Why are you so angry?

"What are you doing…"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yichen rushed forward, ignoring the foam and water stains that Gu Qing made all over his body, and put his arms in his arms fiercely.