Mr. always refuses to divorce

When the shop assistants on the morning and evening shifts began to change shifts, Jiang Jingbai also went upstairs to pack his things and prepare to go back.

In the vacant room on the second floor, there was only a hard board bed less than two meters long and a pair of old-fashioned birch wardrobes, all of which were left by the landlord. Because few people used it, Jiang Jingbai did not deliberately change the decoration layout.

If he hadn't packed the C suit together with the fake fur props, the whole room would have been even more empty.

The clothes bought for Nan Yue are placed at the end of the bed.

Jiang Jingbai picked up the shopping bags one by one, glanced at the white aluminum alloy box on the bedside table inadvertently, and his body, which was about to turn to the door, froze suddenly.

It is a multi-layer special cosmetic case, small in size, large in capacity, beautiful and durable, complete with makeup, a must-have choice for film production and participation.

To the end of cosplay, not to mention omnipotent, decathlon can still be done barely.

Jiang Jingbai, as a senior boss, can trim film and hair, is familiar with the basics of sewing, is proficient in prop modification, and it is easy to take care of makeup.

He looked at his box of make-up, pondered for a while, and finally stepped forward hesitantly, freed up one hand, and picked up the box.

It's just after five o'clock now, and Nan Yue will go home after nine o'clock, and there is an interval of three or four hours.

Next month will be the ACG Summer Festival in the Demon City, and Jiang Jingbai plans to publish the protagonist of a supernatural novel during the event.

The novel suddenly exploded at the beginning of the year, and the commercial radio drama is expected to hit the shelves at the end of the year, so there is an urgent need for publicity.

Jiang Jingbai is a fan of the author's famous works, and he still has a little friendship with the other party. Knowing that his character and writing skills are not bad, he doesn't mind helping him.

It's just that there were too many things going on a while ago, Jiang Jingbai didn't care about his makeup.

Since Nan Yue is coming home late today, he can secretly try on makeup at home.

The combined weight of the clothes and makeup case is really heavy, Jiang Jingbai didn't try to beat him, he didn't go to the subway during the rush hour, and planned to take a taxi honestly.

He went to the first floor with his things, and only after he clicked on the taxi app, Nan Yue's message floated up from the notification bar.

[I called a car for you. ]

A photo of the driver's ID followed closely and was sent together.

The photo shows a middle-aged man in a suit, with friendly facial features and full of energy. He doesn't look like a registered driver of a taxi app, but rather a car service for the bourgeoisie.

It's hard for Jiang Jingbai to feel at ease when his husband is so considerate.

He thanked Nan Yue, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the man in the photo push the door in, and walked up cheerfully: "Excuse me, is it Jiang Jingbai, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Jingbai also recognized him, and replied, "I am."

The man smiled warmly: "Mr. Jiang, my surname is Bi. I am a registered driver of a private car. I just received an order and asked me to take you home."

He was holding the car keys in his hand when he spoke, the car logo was swaying, and he looked rich and powerful.

Jiang Jingbai doesn't recognize the car, but there are many car-loving clerks in the store, and the keyholes are green: "Brother, you already drive a Maybach, and you still do this kind of small business?"

A really good car even has an ingenious shape for the key. Looking at this car, it will go straight to eight figures.

"How can I afford this car? It belongs to the boss of the company." The man who claimed to be surnamed Bi laughed easy-goingly, and easily caught the second half of the nonsense, "I just want to make some extra money while I'm off work."

The man handed over a business card after speaking.

The design of the business card is simple, and the work unit is printed under the name. It is a well-known film and television company.

The clerk didn't know that Nanyue had sent a message to Jiang Jingbai in private, worried that the store manager would be tricked, so he poked his head over to peek over, and said, "This company belongs to Zhongming Group, my brother is amazing."

Zhongming Group is one of the four major industrial groups, and it is truly one of the top [-] companies in the world. It is also very enviable to be able to work in a subsidiary company.

Jiang Jingbai suddenly remembered that Nan Yue's investment company seemed to belong to this group as well.

The man was neither modest nor ostentatious, he casually said something about the stress of going to work, took the big bag from Jiang Jingbai's hand, and led him to the parking lot.

Jiang Jingbai is blind to cars, and in his eyes, there is not much difference between cars with low-key and restrained configurations.

Sitting in the car, he only felt a little bit of déjà vu, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He chatted with the man occasionally on the road, and soon arrived at the apartment.

Probably because they chatted too well with Jiang Jingbai, and the other party was still enthusiastic about sending them to the place, so they could help carry the things into the elevator room.

In the end, I didn't even remind passengers to give a five-star praise like other drivers, and the service attitude is simply perfect.

The first thing Jiang Jingbai did when he got home was to take a comfortable hot bath first, then change into soft home clothes, scooped two spoonfuls of homemade honey grapefruit tea into a cup, and then took the clothes he bought out of the paper bag , Remove the tag, wash it by hand, and hang it on the bright balcony one by one.

The fragrance of laundry detergent and the freshness of flowers and vines are mixed together, which makes you feel at home.

Jiang Jingbai didn't feel hungry for the time being, and he wasn't in a hurry to cook. He sipped the warm grapefruit tea while nestling in the rattan chair, and his flesh and blood body was properly cooked after a busy day.

He enjoyed himself for a while, and then took a look at the profile information sent by the author of the novel with his mobile phone. When he was done thinking about it, he got up and prepared to start.

Perhaps it was because of the renovation of the cloakroom. In the master bedroom, there was only a large floor-to-ceiling mirror hanging on the side of the wardrobe.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't move a chair and squeeze into the closet to try on makeup.

He turned around in and out of the room, and was about to hit his mind on the sink in the bathroom. When he turned his head, his eyes were directly attracted to the cloakroom next to the master bedroom.

Jiang Jingbai thought of the unused dressing table in front of the window, and his heart was scratched lightly by the kitten's paw.

When he first moved in, Nan Yue thought he had a lot of clothes, so he intentionally asked him to fill the closet in the cloakroom.

According to what Nan Yue said... the dressing table should also be usable, right?

Jiang Jingbai leaned over, pushed open a crack in the door, and poked his head in cautiously.

With just one glance, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up.

After playing cosplay for so many years, he has so many C suits before second-hand disposal that he really wanted to have a cloakroom in the past.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't hide his excitement, clasped his hands together, and bowed reverently inside: "I promise to only use it this time."

Next month he will tidy up the small room on the second floor of the flower shop.

After Jiang Jingbai finished speaking, he turned around and took the cosmetic case, and hopped inside with his little hair shaking.

The cloakroom was originally a second bedroom, and the lighting was not as good as that of the master bedroom. In the evening, the indoor light was somewhat dim.

There is a neat row of multi-control switches on the wall next to the door, and Jiang Jingbai hangs his hand over, completely unable to tell which one is right.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the largest and most beautiful chandelier on the ceiling, and tentatively pressed the switch with the largest area.

The result was a "snap".

The curtains are automatically closed and the air conditioner is in operation.

Chandeliers, downlights, small spotlights, wardrobe shoe cabinets, and various cabinets are instantly lit up into a brilliant piece.

Jiang Jingbai was taken aback by this posture.

The whole cloakroom was so bright that it made people's eyes hurt, and their hearts, liver, spleen and lungs began to ache.

He looked at the empty closet that was shining with golden light, and then at the hand that he hadn't had time to take back.

When he regained his composure, he couldn't help laughing a few times in astonishment.

What kind of fairy cloakroom is this?

Too much care in design.

The energy and financial resources spent must be a hundred times more than other rooms.

After this scene, Jiang Jingbai's inexplicable excitement when he first entered the door began to slowly disintegrate.

The cat's claws in his heart tightened, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Jingbai adjusted the switches several times, turned off the unused lights, walked to the dressing table and took out the chair.

Once sitting down, it is even more unpleasant.

The dressing tables and chairs that are popular on the market are generally not high, just to fit the figure of ordinary women.

If it is not specially emphasized before ordering, tall women will not achieve the best comfort value when using it, and most home decorations will not notice this at all.

When Jiang Jingbai was in college, he ran a lot of out-of-town comic exhibitions, sat on many dressing chairs in hotels and hotels, and was rarely able to completely let go of his hands and feet.

The one I sat in today was obviously the most comfortable.

The legs can be stretched, the back can be straightened, and when eye makeup is refined in front of the mirror, you can also put your elbows on the edge of the table to save a little effort.

Jiang Jingbai stopped his thoughts, selected a picture of a person from the photo album, zoomed in close to the face, borrowed the bracket and placed it in front of the mirror, opened the box buckle to pick out the things he needed, and gradually found the state.

Objectively speaking, Nanyue is excellent.

He has gotten along with the other party so far, and he has been moved by him, so he naturally has a good impression, but it is not enough to bury Nan Yue's past experience as a small thorn in his flesh, it is not that the taste will pass soon, and he even has a little bit of Nan Yue's upper section A little sigh of love.

A man who seems to be incomprehensible with more amorous feelings can spend so much effort on dressing up.

Jiang Jingbai was sure that Nan Yue must have loved his former lover very much.

While lamenting that he had caught the light of Nan Yue's non-existent "ex-girlfriend", he tried to put on makeup based on his understanding of the character design.

As a result, I removed the painting, removed the painting, and repeated four or five times. The general makeup feeling was there, but I always felt that the charm was missing.

It seems that it is not enough not to read the original.

But he can't do anything about the horror theme of gods and ghosts.

"Ah... ah..." Jiang Jingbai habitually draws out the end of his voice whenever he is in trouble, and he doesn't deliberately control his expression in private. He frowns pitifully and curls his lips. Coupled with that tone of voice, even the good-looking ones are so cute.

After he finished his inner struggle, he resigned to his fate and opened the website client to subscribe to the full text of the novel.

After cleaning the countertop, Jiang Jingbai went to the bathroom to remove his make-up completely. He had just hidden the makeup box in the small storage room behind the entrance when the door lock beeped and someone opened it from the outside.

The man who was supposed to be working overtime in the company came back suddenly, Jiang Jingbai couldn't help being stunned.

He stepped forward to help Nan Yue take out the slippers from the shoe rack: "Didn't you say you will be back at nine o'clock?"

It's less than eight o'clock now.

Nan Yue made a vague "hmm".

He was carrying a computer bag he had never seen before in his left hand, and as for his right hand——

Jiang Jingbai watched as Nanyue handed him the bag of milk tea: "Here, warm, a cup of sugar, a cup of normal sugar, I don't know which one you like."

……what?

Ah? ? ?

Jiang Jingbai took the milk tea without knowing why, and it took him a while to react.

When he was chatting with Nanyue in the store, it seemed that he sent an emoji... drinking milk tea.

The author has something to say: Cloakroom (wiping tears): Damn it, I am obviously a natural friend of C-clothes, why is the little master not so happy after coming in?I suspect that the script deliberately tricked me, which is not logical at all.

Emoji (indifference): Who says it’s not, I’m obviously just an ordinary emoji, when did there be more hints of wanting to drink milk tea?No one wants to go home early to see his wife, so sincerely use me as a cover.

Jiang Jingbai: Nan Yue must love his "ex-girlfriend" very much.

Nan Yue: Ah Xie——