After the wealthy divorced

Wen Nanshu left, as if all the real departures were silent, and they had accumulated enough pain and disappointment to force the living to a desperate situation.

Aile Pet Hospital, after the snow melts, it is a rare bright and high sunny day.

Wen Nanshu wore a panda apron around his waist, and was bathing a fat and cute orange cat.His fingers gently rubbed the outstretched cat's paws, and the shop assistant next to him was named Xiaomi, who had just graduated, and she teased the little chubby cat obediently taking a bath:

"Ke Ke is so obedient today? When I was washing, I screamed and wouldn't let this one touch that or move it. As soon as we let our handsome guy wash it, he enjoyed it? He even showed his belly, what a little pervert!"

There was a gentle smile in Wen Nanshu's eyes, and there were very shallow dimples on his cheeks, "Don't talk about it, it will be unhappy after a while, and it will not let the wind blow."

"Understood, Brother Nan Shu, I'll do the rest," Xiaomi said while waiting outside for the girls with pets in their arms. Can't stop.

"Brother Nan Shu, I guess these guys must have come to you specifically to ask: Oh, why is my kitten spitting up milk? God, God, I'm so scared, will something happen to my cat? ..., oh, her cat has been there for several months, and she eats cat food very neatly."

Xiaomi behaved in a funny way, Wen Nanshu smiled helplessly at her teasing, handed her the faucet for washing, wiped his hands and went out.

Wen Nanshu took the kitten from a girl's hand, and the kitten, who had been refusing to eat, nestled in his arms very well, with a pacifier in its mouth, and its belly was bulging with a thin layer of fluff.

"When you hold it, try not to press this hand on its stomach. It likes to be stroked on its back when it is drinking milk. It can be like this..."

Wen Nanshu taught the girl patiently. The girl blushed and said, "Well... Brother Nanshu, 'Lucky' is often sick during this period, I really trouble you. I treat you to this cup of milk tea..."

"...Please!! It's me who gave Lucky an injection these days. I didn't close my eyes for a few days and nights, and I didn't?! I love milk tea the most!"

Han Jianian, who just came in from the door, put down the express box, and took the milk tea from the girl's hand in a leisurely manner, "Thank you, Miss Li, I like drinking it the most!"

"Miss Li" had a shy face just now, now she will grit her teeth: "...Han Jianian! The milk tea I bought for Brother Nan Shu! Return it quickly! Otherwise, I will kick you out of the final anatomy experiment!"

Han Jianian wailed: "You're avenging your own private revenge! Thanks to my mother for letting me develop a relationship with you!"

Han Jianian was wearing a warm and full red large knitted sweater, a loosely piled high collar, the edges were casually tucked into jeans, and a pair of work boots on his feet, making him look like a youthful model in a pictorial in a shopping mall.

The girl wanted to come and beat him, Han Jianian quickly hid behind Wen Nanshu, he was half a head taller than Wen Nanshu, now two paws protruded from the sleeves of the warm sweater and rested on Wen Nanshu's shoulders, bent over, Putting her chin on it pitifully: "Brother Wen..., look, this violent woman bullies me all day long...,"

Wen Nanshu couldn't laugh or cry, he took the milk tea from Han Jianian's hand: "Don't spoil other people's wishes... You always throw away half of it after drinking it."

"It's her pearls that always add too much!..."

"That's because you have no taste!"

The pet shop was very lively. Han Jianian opened the delivery box, and there were many plush toys and ornaments of cartoon pets inside, and all of them were wearing very festive New Year clothes, and there was a pair of this year's little golden pigs hugging Happy New Year.

"This is too cute, Brother Carnival! Which store did you buy it from? Now there is an atmosphere of Chinese New Year!"

"Hey, please beg me, it's New Year's Day, let's arrange them in these two days,"

Han Jianian said, and took out several red headbands from the inside, with two dangling springs on them, and very funny blessings on them.

Han Jianian gave it to Xiaomi and the others, and took out another one to wear on his head. Wen Nanshu looked at the two springs on Han Jianian's head with funny big-character stickers: "New Year!" Shaking, I couldn't help laughing.

When Wen Nanshu laughed, Wen Xiu's chin lowered slightly with his neck, Han Jianian froze for a moment, but he blinked quickly, then took out another one and put it on Wen Nanshu's head: "Happy New Year's Day! Brother Wen has to wear it too!"

Wen Nanshu was locked up just like that. He turned his head and saw himself reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass, with two cute cartoon characters on his head:

"happy New Year".

It has been seven days since he left Pei's house, and the New Year's Day is about to enter the new year. His new life, which has just taken the first step, seems to be unexpectedly lively.Wen Nanshu untied his apron, and told Han Jianian that he was going to send a document, and he would be right back.

During the past few days when Wen Nanshu left, Pei Yu didn't take it seriously at all. He knew that Wen Nanshu was an orphan, and he had nowhere to go except Pei's family. He threw his luggage that day in the hope that he would have a long memory, so that he would be less troubled in the future. Temper, he needs an obedient and docile wife at home.

Pei Yu's business as usual, sometimes to socialize, sometimes to go to a few private clubs with friends.

In the middle of the night, he came back slightly drunk with his friends, pulled off his tie and leaned back on the small sofa, habitually shouting: "Nan Shu, I have a headache, pour me a glass of water."

Who knew that after waiting for a while, neither honey water with moderate sweetness and sourness was brought over, nor a pair of cool and comfortable hands caressed his drowsy forehead.

"Wen Nanshu, I asked you to pour me a glass of water, what are you talking about..."

Pei Yu was full of impatience and wanted to lose his temper. The servant at the side quickly handed him water, "Master, you want honey water."

"...What is this?!" Pei Yu almost vomited after taking only one sip. The sweet taste of candy poured into his throat. He hated drinking sweet things the most!

"Why are you? Where's Wen Nanshu?"

Young Master Pei's tone was not kind, and the servant was silent: "Master..., wife is not here..., wife hasn't come back yet...,"

never came back?Pei Yu narrowed his bloodshot eyes in confusion, only to remember that he had Wen Nanshu kicked out that day.

"Go get me a less sweet one."

The servant carefully brought up two more glasses, which could not be mixed with so much honey. Pei Yu only took a sip, and raised his hand to put the cup on the coffee table in disgust. The poor glass trembled and was about to spill more than half of it.

What the hell are these sweet things?The servant was so frightened that he quickly shied away: "...Master..., I don't know, in the past these were all made by my wife...,"

"Get out, get out," Pei Yu kicked the coffee table irritably, didn't drink a cup at all, stood up and went to take a shower and go to sleep.

After a few days of feeling unwell, Pei Yu thought that Wen Nanshu's troubles should be enough. Wen Nanshu also had a temper with him in the past, but he made the foreplay soothed twice, Wen Nanshu is very obedient.

Besides, this time he just said too much, didn't he still do nothing?Wen Nanshu has a soft temper, so he can't figure it out no matter what.

Just when Pei Yu was still thinking about how to deal with Wen Nanshu when he came back, what he didn't expect at all was the eighth day.

Because of New Year's Day, the company had a holiday the day before. Pei Yu just arrived at the company the next day with two big dark circles under his eyes. Looking at the stack of business proposals on the table, he felt that all of them were full of loopholes, so he didn't lose his temper. Secretary He Ji knocked on the door with the document.

Wen Nanshu sent him a divorce agreement.