I Just Want to Divorce

I don't know when it started to rain outside, and the pea-sized raindrops hit the treetop buildings, making a crackling sound. The room was quiet and peaceful, the warm yellow light jumped on Yan Xiao's drooping eyelashes, reflecting a tenderness and sincerity.

He didn't seem to know what he had done. After the kiss, he continued to apply medicine to Ye Fei, his movements were meticulous and meticulous.

"You kiss this face too," Ye Fei lowered her eyes to hide the emotion in her eyes, and joked, "Yan Xiao, do you have some kind of ugliness?"

Yan Xiao's hand paused, and looked at Ye Fei with complex eyes, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"What's up?"

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao put the ointment on the coffee table, and while closely observing Ye Fei's expression, he tried his best to euphemistically say, "There is a problem with your self-awareness."

Ye Fei was stunned, and after a while, she smiled in relief.

"Really?" He leaned in front of Yan Xiao and breathed lightly, "Why did you restore the photo that was taken at Gu Ruijia's house?"

Yan Xiao looked away unnaturally, and said in a low voice, "It's not ugly either." Then he stood up and changed the subject bluntly, "I haven't washed my hands yet, I'm going to use your bathroom."

When you're done, go outside.

"Wait a minute." Ye Fei stopped him.

Yan Xiao took big steps, as if he really wanted to leave here. But as soon as Ye Fei made a sound, he stopped moving and stood in the middle of the living room with his back straight, with a kind of strong composure.

"Aren't you in a hurry to find me?" Ye Fei poked the itchy spot on her face with a cotton swab and asked him, "What is it?"

Yan Xiao didn't expect that he would say this, and the whole person relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Fei and said, "I want to see you."

Ye Fei was dumbfounded, feeling that she had been deceived: "What kind of emergency is this?"

Yan Xiao said decisively, "It's an urgent matter." It seemed that Ye Fei was a very important person in his heart, and it was rare for a minute or a second.

Ever since she was a child, Ye Fei has heard a lot of confessions, literary, enthusiastic, bold... But there has never been a time like today, where just a simple sentence of wanting to see you made his heart skip a beat.

Ye Fei took a deep breath and said with a chuckle, "Oh?" Before Yan Xiao could speak, he had already thrown away the pillow in his hand and walked over, looking up and smiling, "What do you do when you can't see me? "

Yan Xiao's Adam's apple moved, staring absently at Ye Fei's face that was close at hand, without speaking.

Ye Fei didn't care either, he stretched out a hand to Yan Xiao: "Bring your phone, I want to see if you have other pictures of me besides that ugly picture."

Yan Xiao's body froze.

Yan Xiao turned to start and said expressionlessly, "No."

Ye Fei originally just wanted to tease him, but seeing his reaction, she immediately confirmed her guess. He was a little curious, but also a little embarrassed, and urged: "Hurry up and give it to me."

Yan Xiao didn't say a word or move.

"Yan Xiao, are you a pervert?" Ye Fei deliberately raised her face and pressed her knee against his leg, "You actually took a picture of me."

"I'm not," Yan Xiao immediately retorted, holding Ye Fei's wrist tightly, as if afraid that he would run away, and calmly explained, "I didn't take a candid photo, you agreed."

Ye Fei was surprised: "When, why didn't I know?"

"June 16th at 0:35 in the evening." Yan Xiao opened a five-person WeChat group and pointed to Ye Fei the group photo he had posted in the group.

Ye Fei thought for a moment and understood.

Yan Xiao really only photographed him once, but more than one.

Ye Fei was amused and distressed, and asked him, "How many photos did you take?"

Yan Xiao was quiet for a while and said, "Twenty-seven."

Twenty-seven photos in a few seconds.

Ye Fei looked at Yan Xiao with a smile, and she couldn't hide her arrogance: "Yes, Mr. Yan, as expected of the speed of being single for many years."

Yan Xiao didn't understand.

Ye Fei licked her lower lip, wanting to say something more, but remembering her present honor, she still did not continue to owe. After clearing his throat, he said, "Delete it."

Yan Xiao pursed his lower lip and tried to discuss with Ye Fei: "Can I keep one?"

Ye Fei said "no", and before Yan Xiao could speak, she took out her mobile phone: "But you can save a new one."

"There are photos in my album, you choose one, the password is my birthday, yes..."

Yan Xiao quickly answered: "930217."

Ye Fei was startled, then smiled: "Yes."

Yan Xiao went to answer the phone, but Ye Fei retracted her hand. Yan Xiao thought that he had repented, and there was a bit of loss in his expression.

"Wash your hands first," Ye Fei pointed to the bathroom with her chin and told Yan Xiao, "The gray towel can be used."

Yan Xiao said "Okay" and couldn't wait to turn around and go to the bathroom.

When he came out, Ye Fei was on the phone with Gu Ruijia. Because the face was covered with ointment, it was inconvenient to stick to the ear, so I turned on the speakerphone.

"I've asked people about Shen Lue in the past few days, and the comments are pretty good." Gu Ruijia was eating beef jerky while talking to Ye Fei, her voice a little vague, "How do you feel about signing him?"

Shen Lue is a third-tier artist with good looks and good acting skills, but he is not popular. It's not that the company is not strong, his old club has smashed a lot of resources in order to support him. If you change to other artists, you have already taken advantage of the situation. When he arrived at Shen Lue's place, he didn't even see a single splash.

The manager didn't believe in evil, and put him in a big-budget movie. As a result, even the small supporting role of the lame man became popular, and Shen Lue still did not have a name.

After going back and forth, the company was completely dead, and Shen Lue's red life also spread in the circle.

People in the entertainment industry are superstitious. They have to do rituals when they start the game, and they have to pay homage to them. They even pay attention to a random apple box during filming. Therefore, after Shen Lue's contract with his old club was about to expire, there was not a single film and television company that came to him.

It's not that Gu Ruijia doesn't believe it, but Tianxi really lacks artists now. Big-name stars have their own team, and they don't look down on their small stall at all. Eighteenth line, the sign-in company has to be carefully cultivated, and the effect will not be seen at all for a while.

Picking and choosing, the most suitable one is Shen Lue, the "dead god".

"It's not necessarily as mysterious as they say," Gu Ruijia took a sip of water and continued, "Maybe there is a lack of opportunity, maybe one day I will get up."

Gu Ruijia did not know that he had indeed become a prophecy emperor.

Shen Lue has been tepid for ten years in the circle, and it stands to reason that it will be like this for the rest of his life. But no one expected that at the beginning of next year, he would take on a seemingly ordinary idol drama. Since then, it has become an instant hit, and the film appointments have continued. Before Ye Fei's death, she was almost regarded as the number one newcomer in the entertainment industry.

"Okay, listen to you," Ye Fei said, "Sign it."

"Hahahaha, I'll just say yes," Gu Ruijia was in a good mood after the suggestion was affirmed, and grabbed another handful of beef jerky, "I'll contact his agent now, is a B-level contract okay?"

"Well," Ye Fei increased the air-conditioning speed a little bit, "Shen Lue's matter is according to your opinion, you don't need to discuss it with me."

"Okay," Gu Ruijia took out the wet towel and wiped her hands. Just as she was about to hang up, she reminded Ye Fei, "By the way, your ointment is once every six hours, don't forget it."

"I know." Ye Fei thanked him and told him not to stay up too late and leave work early. Only then did the call end, and he threw the phone to Yan Xiao.

This was the first time Yan Xiao touched Ye Fei's phone. He solemnly entered the six-digit password and clicked into the album.

Ye Fei looked like a male peacock. She was angry, but her phone was very clean. Most of the photos are of street scenes, with green shoots after the rain, stray cats with their tails raised on the roadside, and jackfruit just emerging from the trees. There are very few selfies.

But no matter how few, there are dozens of them. Yan Xiao looked through it from beginning to end, and for the first time found it so difficult to make a choice.

"Can I choose two?" Yan Xiao asked.

Ye Fei glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Don't go too far, Mr. Yan."

So, Yan Xiao knew that there was nothing to discuss. He hesitated for a moment, and finally selfishly chose a selfie of Ye Fei in the villa.

The living room was quiet, and after a while, Yan Xiao suddenly said, "Ye Fei, do you want to take medicine at night?"

Ye Fei was hitting Xiaoxiaole's four-star pass, and she said without raising her head, "Yeah."

"This way," Yan Xiao said slowly, "I sleep six hours a day."

Ye Fei's hand paused and she raised her head.

"My biological clock is very punctual," Yan Xiao moved and pointed, "You can get up without an alarm clock."

Ye Fei curled her lips into a smile: "So?"

As if waiting for his words, Yan Xiao immediately answered: "I can stay tonight to help you get medicine."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan," Ye Fei put her feet on the coffee table lazily and continued to remove the ice, "There is only one room at home."

Yan Xiao said, "I sleep on the sofa."

Ye Fei looked at the sofa, which was only half the length of Yan Xiao, and snorted, and refused: "I can get on it myself."

Yan Xiao stopped talking.

After a while, Ye Fei Xiaoxiao Le had already played five levels, and Yan Xiao said again, "The bed is enough for two people."

Ye Fei put down her phone and slowly turned her head.

Yan Xiao and Ye Fei looked at each other, stubbornly conveying their thoughts with their eyes.

Ye Fei smiled: "A bed?" He lengthened his tone, "Do you want to do anything other than medicine?"

Yan Xiao denied: "No."

"Then how do you know what this 'something else' means?"

Yan Xiao did not answer.

"I'm going to sleep," Ye Fei's bad taste was satisfied, and she stopped teasing him, "Go back."

Yan Xiao looked a little disappointed, but did not continue to entangle, stood up and said, "Okay."

"Yan Xiao," Ye Fei suddenly called his name the moment she turned around and said, "Give me some time to think about it?"

When Yan Xiao communicated with people, his comprehension ability was always poor, and he had made a lot of jokes, but Ye Fei's mindless sentence, he understood.

Yan Xiao froze and stood there for a long time, until Ye Fei almost couldn't help pushing him, so he slowly, slowly, half-knelt down and looked into Ye Fei's eyes.

"Okay," he said, "you want to."

Then he said, "It will be fine for a long time."

Unprecedented excitement and excitement surged in his body, Yan Xiao raised his hand and gently touched Ye Fei's hair.

He was so happy, he didn't know who to thank.