The Actor Wants to Divorce

Chapter 1 I am divorced if I am amnesia

The dusk is deep, and the rain is approaching.

In the room, the air pressure is terribly low.

Gu Qing made his breathing hot, his soft black hair messy, wet with sweat, and sticking to his forehead.

He looked at the man in front of him, as if being choked, his voice hoarse: “Brother Yichen, will you treat me for the rest of your life?”

“Of course, for a lifetime.”

The air was scorching hot, and Gu Qing’s body shuddered.

The real temperature made him open his eyes suddenly.

This was awakened from the endless lingering dreams.

Fuck, it’s this dream again.

This is already him, this week, the fourth time he dreamed of a shameful spring dream with the same man.

Jiang Yichen.

His husband in name.

Gu Qingrang had no impression of him. Since a week ago, he knocked his head in the theater because he fell from Wia. After losing his memory, everything he can think of about Jiang Yichen is this… illusion.

His uncle, how unsatisfactory Jiang Yichen is, it makes him feel dissatisfied with his desires and make him have dreams again and again.

The phone on the pillow “buzzed”, and when I picked it up, it was a call from the assistant Xiaomi.

“Brother Gu, let me remind you that you have an appointment with Mr. Jiang at three o’clock in the afternoon. Don’t be late.”

Gu Qing frowned, as if there was such a thing.

The day before yesterday, his wise husband finally returned home, telling him to free up time the day after tomorrow and have important things to discuss with him.

Gu Qing made Qi Qiran.

What else can be important is divorce.

The two have been married for seven years, and everything that should be itchy or not. It’s so easy to get together, and it’s not a big deal.

More importantly, he now has no memory of the past, and divorcing Jiang Yichen is just like throwing straw paper in the toilet, not distressed.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, Gu Qing asked to turn off his mobile phone navigation, put on his sunglasses, opened the door, and stepped into the coffee shop he had agreed with Jiang Yichen.

The scorching sun outside, but the air-conditioning inside was full, Gu Qing couldn’t help but sneezed.

Seeing Jiang Yichen’s assistant Xia Feng sitting in the designated seat, he frowned, “Why are you? Jiang Yichen?”

Saying that there is an important thing to talk about, why didn’t you even see it?

He doesn’t even have the least sincerity, so let’s talk about it.

“Excuse me, Mr. Gu, President Jiang is in a bit of an emergency, and it’s the same with you.

Shen Zhiyan has been uncomfortable since getting up early. Jiang Yichen has been with him in the hospital, and he hasn’t even gone to the company. There is no time to see Gu Qingrang now.

Gu Qingrang nodded, pulled the chair away and sat down opposite him, “All right, what can I do?”

“Mr. Jiang wants to talk to you about divorce.”

Gu Qing raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, it was for divorce.

Xia Feng took out the divorce agreement from his briefcase and placed it neatly in front of Gu Qingrang, “Look at it, the issues related to the division of property are written on it, and Mr. Jiang said that you don’t want property, so There should be no disputes in this area…”

Gu Qing frowned and couldn’t believe his ears.

“Wait, wait, why don’t you ask me not to have property?”

Xia Feng was puzzled, “Mr. Gu, what do you mean…”

“Of course I want money!”

He has not been idle this week with his amnesia. After checking his resume, before he married Jiang Yichen, he could barely be counted as a third-tier star, but the Jiang family didn’t like his daughter-in-law to show up, so he seldom took the scene. His economic income has plummeted, and that little money is not enough for his one-month maintenance fee for his car. Now Jiang Yichen is about to dump himself. If he doesn’t make a fortune, does he want to drink Xibeifeng and wait to starve to death?

Gu Qing let the contract go back, “Let Jiang Yichen re-draw the contract and come to me.”