The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Zhaozhi was almost decisive, "I don't think you killed Shen Zhiyu,"

Gu Qing let his breath get stuck in his chest, hot and choking, his eyes were red.

Lin Zhaozhi chuckles, "Agen, although you can't remember the past, the police's judgment can't be wrong. It doesn't matter if others believe you or not, the important thing is that you have confidence in yourself."

Gu Qing blinked his eyes, and instantly understood what Lin Zhaozhi meant.

"You don't owe anyone. If you were the one who fell dead in the first place, then whoever was charged with manslaughter is not necessarily the case."

Gu Qingrang's heart became clear in an instant.

Yes, Lin Zhaozhi is right, what is he hiding?

Or do you have already accepted the fact that you are a murderer in the dark?

With everyone ruining himself, let Gu Qing let the three words be permanently fixed on the pillar of shame in the entertainment industry?

Gu Qing took a deep breath and straightened his back opposite Lin Zhaozhi, "Can you tell me more about Huaxing Media's matter?"

"The small company has just been established for six years, and its most famous artist is Zhou Tong."

─A year ago, she acted as the heroine of a sand sculpture net drama, and she became popular for a while, but soon there was no splash.

The entire company, in terms of strength, is naturally not comparable to Starbird Media.

"However, there are more porridge and less monks, so you will always get a part of the resources." Lin Zhaozhi frowned, "If you think there is a problem, you can wait for a while. I'm still contacting two other larger companies."

However, considering Gu Qingrang's current image, the difficulty is not small.

Gu Qing slowly raised his head, "No, I will sign with Huaxing as soon as possible."

"Agen, when you return to the entertainment industry this time, you are destined to endure more wind and rain than before, you..."

"It's okay, I'm mentally prepared."

Gu Qing nodded with a smile.

It was no worse than three months ago, when he was cursed by the entire network, and he fell embarrassedly from the high position of the actor.

After making an appointment with Lin Zhaozhi, Gu Qingrang returned to his rental house, and it took all afternoon to quickly pack his luggage.

Looking at the empty room, Gu Qing sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes a little sour.

"I hope this is the last time I wander."

After buying a ticket and flying back to his original city, Gu Qingrang contacted Si Chen as soon as he left the airport and told him about the termination of the contract.

Si Chen also knew that Gu Qingrang had no early days when he stayed at Star Bird, so he immediately brought the cancellation contract to Gu Qingrang.

"Agen, I..."

Gu Qing asked Long Feifengwu to write down his name at the sign of the contract, "Brother Chen, you don't have to follow me to Huaxing. It's small and there is nothing to send.

Space. Also, I won't stay there long. "

Si Chen couldn't help but "gawked" his heart, "What do you mean..."

Gu Qing made Shen Shen smile, his eyes sharp, "In three years, I will come out to do it alone. At that time, I hope I will hire you with a high salary."

Si Chen's eyes tightened a little bit.

He looked at Gu Qingrang, who had disappeared for almost three months, with clean hair and cold face, his whole person was reborn, and he thought of that stupid stinky boy when he first saw Gu Qingrang, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

It will take so many hardships before the initial edges and corners will be wiped out a little bit, wrapped up tightly, and become the cautious appearance now.

Si Chen's heart ached slightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your offer letter. We have said that, for three years, you must return to the position that belongs to you."

The contract with Huaxing went smoothly. After five years of appointment, all the income was divided into 37%. Gu Qingrang could only get a very small part. Before he went to Huaxing, he retrieved Xiaomi again, and the little girl had a red eye after entering the company Red, until the signing is completed.

"Brother Gu, are you short of money?" Xiaomi took out a bank card, "I have saved some here, can you use it?"

"I am not short of money for the time being."

"You've all gone to sell pancakes, why don't you lack money?"

Gu Qingrang: "..." He really didn't want to tell Xiaomi that he made a lot of money selling pancakes, more than Xiaomi's one month as an assistant.

"Brother Gu, the contract between Huaxing and you is too overlord. It is divided into three to seven. If you remove your usual expenses, there is not much left."

"It's okay, I didn't expect to make money at Huaxing."

Hua Xing can only be regarded as a springboard for him today. The most important thing is that he must return to the public eye as the actor Gu Qingrang, not the manslaughter Gu Qingrang.

Gu Qingrang is indeed not short of money. He does not have much money, but there is no place to spend. The house is allocated by the company. It is a 100-square-meter duplex apartment. It is said that there are still two 18-wires living in it.

Gu Qing had found a place to live with his luggage, and as soon as he entered, he was stunned.

Where does this look like a home?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a doghouse.

All the colorful clothes thrown in the living room, the garbage in the trash can overflowed.

"Is anyone here?"

Gu Qing let out a cry.

He has just arrived, and he wants to have a good relationship with his new roommate in the future.

"Who?"

─The door of the bedroom on the building opened, and inside came out a little young man with yellow hair, about twenty years old, looking like a dog, and holding a bag Weilong spicy in his hand.

─Seeing Gu Qingrang, it is not an exaggeration to say that Xiao Huangmao's really scared hot strips are all gone.

"Fuck, fuck! Guo Zijie, hurry up and come out!"

A man of the same age ran down on the second floor with his green hair dyed. It must be Guo Zijie.

Gu Qing raised his eyebrows calmly.

This year, someone really dyed this stuff green.

Wonderful.

Huaxing is really not a serious company.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and Gu Qingrang and the two men stared at each other.

Is there a weird combination?

─A "murderer", a gangster, and a green.

Gu Qingrang now just wants to sing a song, come on, be happy.

I don’t know how long it took. In the end, Huang Mao broke the silence, "What are you doing here?"

"I just signed a contract with Huaxing, and I am your roommate."

"Huh?" Huang Mao looked disgusted, "I'm not a roommate with the murderer."

Lu Mao quickly pulled the yellow hair aside.

"You keep your voice down, just in case you provoke him..."

Gu Qing suddenly grinned, like a wolf cub, frightening these two little boys, "If I mess up with me, I will chop you up to make dumplings."

"Wow!"

Huang Mao instantly rode on Green Mao's body, his eyes were red, "We...two...two dozen one, I'm not afraid of you!"

"you try?"

Gu Qing asked Huang Mao to roll up his sleeves and pass.

Huang Mao howled again, rushed into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Only the green fur was left messy in the wind.

I can see that Lu Mao was actually very afraid of Gu Qingrang, but he obviously didn't intend to provoke Gu Qingrang. After all, he and Gao Haoze were both poor and hadn't announced for half a year that he would go to drink Northwestern if he moved out.

Guo Zijie rubbed his hands on his face to please, "Gu brother, shall we get along in peace?"

Gu Qingrang nodded, seeming to agree, "You tidy up the living room, and then the common areas will be cleaned on time."

"Okay, okay." Guo Zijie nodded frequently, "Gu Ge, my name is Guo Zijie, you can call me Xiao Guo, I sing."

"I see, Little Green."

Guo Zijie: "..."

After Gu Qingrang finished speaking, he returned to his room. There was the last bedroom on the first floor. It was not big, but it had its own balcony. Gu Qingrang simply cleaned up the room and took out his mobile phone to contact Xiao Ziye. And the name of the road, and reported peace with them.

Finally contacted Feng Jin.

Feng Jin's phone rang for a long time before being answered.

On the phone, Feng Jin's voice was panting, "Gu... Brother Gu? Ha... Ha... Where did you go?"

When Gu Qing listened, his ears were red, and he said hurriedly, "I'm calling you in a while."

Feng Jin was anxious, "Brother, you misunderstood! I'm climbing the stairs! The elevator in my apartment is broken! You... don't think too much."

On the other side of the corridor, Feng Jin slowly climbed the stairs with his mobile phone and a bag with dinner in one hand.

Gu Qing relieved this, "I thought you were in contact with that Lin Yan again."

Feng Jin's face turned pale, and his voice lowered, "I haven't been in touch with him for a long time."

Since the film festival that day, he has never seen Lin Yan again.

"You and Lin Yan..."

"Brother, the matter between me and Lin Yan has passed, let's talk about your business, where have you been in the past three months."

"It's hard to say a word, not to mention it."

Feng Jin went up the last step, took out the key, walked over to open the door, and asked, "Then you still plan to go back to the entertainment industry?"

"I called you today just to tell you about this, Feng Jin, I have something to find you."

"what's up……"

Before Feng Jin's words were finished, a dark figure, like a cheetah, suddenly pressed Feng Jin’s shoulders and pressed him against the door panel.

Before he could resist, the damp and hot kisses landed on Feng Jin's neck lingeringly, densely packed, and almost energized.

Feng Jin snorted subconsciously.

Lin Yan.

Gu Qing gave another meal over there.

"Are you still climbing?"

Feng Jin fought hard twice, but was pressed **** his shoulders, unable to move at all. He turned his head and glared at the man behind him shyly, opened his mouth and said silently, "Let go of me."

Lin Yan's knees reached between Feng Jin's legs.

Feng Jin bit his teeth desperately, almost unable to stand firmly.

"Lin Yan?"

"Brother, it's too tired to go upstairs to call, I will call you back at home immediately."

"also."

Gu Qing made no doubt.

Feng Jin pinched the phone, and then said coldly, "Let go of me, Lin Yan."

Lin Yan's fingers were playing with Feng Jin's hair, his voice was dyed with a hint of grievance, "Xiao Jin, why didn't you come to me?"