After the actor broke up

On the day Luo Jingyu finished filming, the cold current went south, and this bustling city in the south began to enter the wet and cold weather.

It's October.Luo Jingyu got into the car, holding a small brocade blue velvet box in his hand.

He talks to Wenzheng on the phone every day. On the phone, that person's mood is as dull as plain water, as if except for the quarrel on the day of parting, and the two times when he entered the operating room and begged himself to stay, he would never There will be no drastic mood changes.

In the past, Luo Jingyu always felt that this was Wenzheng's own self-cultivation. Now, it seems that this person is suppressing, trying to suppress, for fear that if his mood fluctuates a little, the teacup that has been filled with water will crash broken.

Luo Jingyu played with the velvet box with his fingers, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the leaden sky above the tall buildings outside the car window.His complexion is not very good-looking now, and his whole body is as cold as a stone sculpture.Oh, it’s not an emotional problem, but his spine is not very comfortable. When filming a movie, he fell down and injured his spine. It’s been a long time since he did it, but in this rainy weather, it hurts again. And hemp.

Bian Yue saw that his whole person's aura was a bit sluggish, but there were some things that had to be discussed, "You have already decided to take a rest for a while?"

"Correct."

"How long?" Bian Yue asked calmly, these eight years.Luo Jingyu is also very hard. After almost a year, the time to really relax and rest may only be half a month.

"Two years, or five years." Luo Jingyu looked out the window, his eyes were shattered, "I have to accompany Wenzheng to give birth to the child, and it is impossible to give birth, so I will go to filming, that is my child , I don’t hope he (she) can only see me on TV, I hope that he (she) can wait until he (she) grows up.”

It was rare to hear Luo Jingyu say such a long and warm word to her. The lines on the face of this strong woman who had been divorced for many years became softer.Luo Jingyu is too pure a person, he can do whatever he wants, and there is a clear distinction between right and wrong in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, you are still a good father." Bian Yue said with a smile.

"Not really." Luo Jingyu lowered his eyes, "Since he (her) is going to be killed, I have to take responsibility."

Bian Yue was silent for a while, and then said: "Then you will not do anything during this time?"

"Yeah." Luo Jingyu said, "In the past eight years, I still have money for milk powder to support my wife and children. Moreover," he rubbed his temples, "I have filmed too many scenes, and I haven't been able to organize myself to feel it. In life, I feel that my acting skills seem to be starting to become empty and stereotyped."

Bian Yue nodded, and said: "Okay, you rest here, and I will take care of the newcomers. Among the children that Xing Yu recently adopted, there are still quite a few good seedlings."

"Ah."

……

When we arrived at the apartment, when Luo Jingyu was about to get out of the car, Bian Yue suddenly stopped him, "Since you have made up your mind to live with Wen Zheng, you should pay attention to his emotions. I mean, pregnant, no matter Men and women, mood swings are always greater, not to mention..." Before Bian Yue finished speaking, Luo Jingyu already understood.

He nodded, put the velvet box in his pocket, and walked towards the apartment.

After Wenzheng handled the company's affairs, he handed over the future affairs to the vice president and his assistant. He only occasionally looked at the documents and work content in the mailbox at home.

Knowing that Luo Jingyu would be back today, Wen Zheng opened his eyes at four o'clock in the morning and has been cooking in the kitchen.

He looks very normal, and his knife skills and cooking skills are as neat as a five-star chef.

Today he is wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a beige turtleneck sweater. He is a bit short-sighted and wears contact lenses most of the time outside. At home, he wears old-fashioned black-framed glasses. Quiet as a piece of agarwood, noble and safe.

It's just that those beautiful eyes are a little empty.

Always find something to do, otherwise, as soon as he stops, Wenzheng will think of those plots, and then he will lose control of himself, he wants to tear himself apart, and the person who plays with Luo Jingyu disappears this world.Or lock Luo Jingyu up in a place where there are only three members of their family.

How dare you say these words?

Are you really not a psychopath?Wenzheng looked at the distorted face of the water in the pot, no, he slammed the lid on the pot!I'm a normal person, I'm not going to be like that woman, no, no, never!

Wenzheng took a few deep breaths before starting to cook again.Then, the dining table in their home was filled with a table full of dishes.

In the end, even the kitchen has a lot of them.

After hearing the sound of the key opening the door, Wenzheng's eyes began to brighten little by little. Then, looking at the dishes in the kitchen, he threw the spoon suddenly like waking up from a dream, and it fell on the ground. There was a loud noise in the kitchen.

Before Luo Jingyu had time to take off his shoes, he hurried to the kitchen. Wen Zheng was bending over to pick up a spoon. When he bent down, his movements froze for a moment.

"Wenzheng, what's the matter?" When Luo Jingyu arrived in the kitchen, Wenzheng just picked up the spoon and stood up. "You just splashed oil on your hands. You're back, wash your hands and eat." Wen Zheng turned around nonchalantly, lifted the oil pan, cleaned the spoon, and continued cooking.

Luo Jingyu felt relieved, but after looking at the dishes in every corner of the kitchen, he frowned and asked, "Why, so many dishes?" Aren't there only two of them?

"Oh, Yuan Li is coming too." Wen Zheng narrowed his eyes.

That's only three people?Luo Jingyu didn't speak.

Wen Zheng went on to say: "My assistant, Cheng Yi's family of three will also come."

Luo Jingyu looked at him for a while, with nothing wrong on his face, he walked over, "You better stay away from the oily smoke, I'll do it."

"No, you go out, I'm getting better soon, they'll be there in a while."

Luo Jingyu had no choice but to give up.

As soon as Luo Jingyu left, Wen Zheng pursed his lips, his fingertips were trembling, he closed the door, and then called Yuan Li and Cheng Yi.

Luo Jingyu changed his shoes and took off his coat. When he came to the dining table, he was stunned.What are the dishes on this table for?

The table full of dishes should have looked happy and looking forward to it, but Luo Jingyu felt it was unreasonably strange.

Coupled with the pile of vegetables in the kitchen, Luo Jingyu frowned and closed his eyes, feeling that there was something he should catch.

When he got closer, the smell was very fragrant, and the shape was also very delicate. It could be said to be a perfect meal.

When Cheng Yi received the call, he was holding his three-year-old son with a thick head and a tiger head, telling fairy tales.