Mr. always refuses to divorce

The temperature of the milk tea penetrates the paper bag.

Jiang Jingbai was almost dumbfounded.

Nan Yue misunderstood that he wanted to drink milk tea?

But is it not the normal operation of modern people to chat with emoticons?

Nan Yue's expression was serious, even the movements of bowing his waist and changing his shoes were rigid, extremely serious.

This kind of cute seriousness exclusive to mature men is almost foul.

Jiang Jingbai held the milk tea in his hands, his palms felt warm, he was both moved and funny.

He followed Nan Yue's kindness and rolled down: "Which cup do you want?"

Nan Yue unbuttoned the two jackets, and said flatly, "I don't want it."

It means that these two cups are bought for you.

Jiang Jingbai is not stupid, he immediately understood after contacting the foreword.

The string of words that Nan Yue added when he gave him the milk tea was not because he was uncertain about Jiang Jingbai's preference for milk tea and asked him to choose first, but because he only knew that Jiang Jingbai liked sweet or ice, and did not know his choice of sweetness , simply bought two.

After understanding this level, the little cat's claws, which had been scratching people uncomfortable before, suddenly softened, and rubbed against his heart coquettishly.

Obviously the milk tea hadn't been sucked into his mouth yet, Jiang Jingbai spoke again, but his voice brought out the sweet taste of milk tea: "It's too much, I can't finish it."

He only drank self-made yuzu tea when he first came home.

These two servings of milk tea are both big cups, if you really drink them all, then you may not have to eat tonight.

Nan Yue looked down, comparing the two cups of milk tea with the size of that slender waist.

It is indeed difficult for some strong people.

He nodded and said, "Give me the remaining cup."

Jiang Jingbai smiled immediately, looked down at the label on the side, and left the cup with polysaccharides behind.

It's not that he likes the sweeter the better, it's just that Nan Yue's taste is normal, and if it's too sweet, it will be greasy.

"Why did you come back so early?" Jiang Jingbai asked.

With his smile reflected in Nan Yue's eyes, he slightly raised the computer: "Bring it back and deal with it."

He originally planned to finish work at the company, but when he thought of Jiang Jingbai's words "I'll wait for you at home", he didn't want to stay too far away from the other party physically and mentally.

The two of them each had a cup of milk tea and walked inside one after the other.

When passing the living room, Nan Yue glanced at the deserted island platform: "Didn't eat?"

Jiang Jingbai followed behind him, glanced down at the other's left hand, and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Did not get the expected reply, Nan Yue still had questions and answers: "I ate some at the company restaurant."

Jiang Jingbai said in his heart that it was indeed so.

It's already past the meal time, even if the company works overtime, it won't take away the employees' meals.

"I have eaten too." Jiang Jingbai lied, "I thought you would be back very late, so I ordered a takeaway instead of cooking at home."

With Nan Yue's thoughtfulness, if he said that he hadn't eaten yet, Nan Yue might put aside his work and accompany him to finish dinner first.

Nan Yue was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked him: "What did you eat?"

Jiang Jingbai was caught off guard for a moment and almost got stuck: "...Maocai."

He had obviously changed his clothes, and washed his face before Nan Yue opened the door. The little golden hair on both sides of his temples and even his eyebrows and eyelashes were wet, as if he had just taken a bath.

It is understandable not to smell the choking aroma of maocai.

Nan Yue had no doubts.

There will be a video conference later, and the time is tight.

Nan Yue was about to walk to the study room, but he thought about working behind closed doors as soon as he got home, which seemed a bit inappropriate for his status as a newlywed husband.

He stopped, and was about to turn his head and explain something to Jiang Jingbai, saying sorry.

As a result, before his body took action, his little teacher rushed to him in three steps and two steps, and offered to help open the door of the study.

With a computer in his left hand and milk tea in his right, Nan Yue, who is inconvenient to open the door by himself: "..."

Jiang Jingbai turned on the ceiling lamp, turned sideways to make room, and smiled at him intimately.

At that moment, Nan Yue was extremely grateful to the staff member of the Civil Affairs Bureau who stamped the marriage certificate.

He couldn't help but leaned down, made eye contact with Jiang Jingbai, and promised, "I'll be with you when I'm done."

Nan Yue wanted to kiss him at first, but when he saw the other party's eyes wide open, he was obviously startled by his sudden move.

He stopped his thoughts in time and only touched Jiang Jingbai's forehead affectionately.

The door of the study closed again.

Jiang Jingbai reached out and touched his forehead, then inserted the straw into the cup seal, and quietly took a small sip.

The warm and sweet milk tea rolled into the stomach, slowly burning the roots of the ears a little red.

The lie about having dinner has already been let out, and Jiang Jingbai can't go into the kitchen again to do self-slapping things.

He nestled on the sofa in the living room, secretly ordered a takeaway for himself, and deliberately chose hand-made sushi that was not very tasty. He also repeatedly emphasized in the notes not to ring the doorbell or speak loudly when the food was delivered.

Half an hour later, the sushi was delivered on time.

The boy who delivered the meal looked like an experienced person who had gone through thousands of sails, and even expressed his hope for a five-star praise in sign language.

Jiang Jingbai didn't use the dining table, he just sat on the high stool outside the island platform.

Sushi is easy to eat, so you don't need to pay attention to picking.

Jiang Jingbai clicked on the reading software while eating, glanced briefly at the introduction and comments, starting from Chapter 1.

The plot of the novel is compact, and the words are straightforward. After the opening chapter goes straight to the theme, there is a chill in the words after a few strokes.

Jiang Jingbai turned over a few chapters.

Seeing the evil spirit chewing the eyeballs of a living person, he swallowed the last bite of sushi with difficulty, cleaned up the takeaway box neatly, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth within 30 seconds, and tucked himself directly into the quilt of the master bedroom.

As soon as he lay down in a position full of security, the next page of the novel wrote that the female ghost appeared and kissed the protagonist before going to bed affectionately.

Jiang Jingbai sat upright with a smack, feeling very unlovable.

It's embarrassing to say, but thanks to the childhood shadows when he was a child, Jiang Jingbai was not only afraid of pain by nature, but also hated the dark and ghosts incidentally.

After turning through these ten or so chapters, he felt more and more that the author's request to cosplay him was making things difficult for Xiao Qianjiang.

I have to say that this novel was a hit.

The climax is very catchy, and the supernatural elements are also very scary, which easily makes people fall into a strange cycle of becoming more afraid and more wanting to watch, and more and more wanting to watch.

Anyway, at night, Jiang Jingbai not only looked high, but also looked crazy.

He got out of bed and drew the curtains to cover the night, the master bedroom was brightly illuminated by the lights.

Jiang Jingbai always felt that the ghosts were haunting him, and the room was so quiet that it seemed to be haunted.

He thought of Nanyue in the study, and approached the door lightly.

Interruption of work can easily affect thinking.

Jiang Jingbai wasn't sure if Nanyue was in a break, so he pushed open a thin crack in the door and quietly looked inside.

Nan Yue sat behind the table, with a bluetooth headset on his ears, his facial features were sharply cut by the light of the computer screen.

The desk was facing the window, Jiang Jingbai couldn't see the computer desktop, but he heard a few obscure financial terms vaguely.

Nan Yue was clearly on the phone.

It's inconvenient for Jiang Jingbai to go in, but he doesn't want to stay in such a big master bedroom alone.

The phone stayed on the page of the novel, and the last paragraph skillfully stuck on the text.

Jiang Jingbai turned his head to look at the big bed in the empty bedroom, and at the tall and powerful figure in the crack of the door, weighed it in place for a moment, then simply closed the door, crossed his long legs, and sat directly on the solid wood floor.

Nan Yue's clear voice could be heard indistinctly, and it was so serious and rigid that it was full of the core values ​​of socialism.

Knowing that there was someone behind him, Jiang Jingbai immediately felt at ease, and continued to read the novel like a curious kitten.

About an hour later, Nan Yue ended the video conference.

He received the recorded emails sent by his assistant in real time, and his energy was half relaxed. He was about to look at the milk tea at the corner of the table to recharge himself, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the door of the study room not being closed tightly.

If you look carefully again, you can find a small touch of gold from the tiny cracks.

Nan Yue was stunned for a moment, not quite believing the guess in his heart.

He got up and went over, opened the door: "Jing Bai?"

Jiang Jingbai had just seen the protagonist being sealed in a secret room, listening to the voice to identify the location of the ghost, was called out and almost exploded, he gritted his teeth so as not to scream.

Seeing him trembling violently, Nan Yue thought it was an accident and panicked.

Jiang Jingbai regained his composure, stretched out his hand to press his chest, looked up at Nanyue, his eyes were shocked: "...you scared me to death."

Nan Yue: "..."

He was going to be scared to death.

Jiang Jingbai's heart sank for no reason, and his frightened expression was strangely aggrieved.

Nan Yue had no choice but to chuckle twice, carried the pot on his back, and bent over to pull him up: "What are you doing sitting on the ground?"

Jiang Jingbai's eyes flickered, and he couldn't come up with any other reason, so he could only coyly say: "I read this supernatural novel, and the author wrote it too scary... I don't want to stay in the room alone..."

This is embarrassing.

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and his neck was almost blushing.

The feeling of being needed and relied on is so good, Nan Yue's heart softened: "Then why don't you come to me directly?"

"You're on the phone, I don't want to disturb you." Jiang Jingbai's eyes wandered, but he refused to look at Nan Yue's face.

Nan Yue saw that he was going to turn around and leave at any time, dig a hole and bury himself in it, so he hurriedly kept someone: "Come in first."

He led Jiang Jingbai to a seat in front of the bookshelf, feeling ashamed and relieved at the same time.

"It's not a disturbance if you come to see me." Nan Yue sat back, holding the mouse to download the email attachment, "Come in directly next time, don't worry too much."

Sitting on the chair, Jiang Jingbai nodded obediently like a protected herbivore.

Nan Yue glanced at his phone, struggling to find a topic: "What novel are you reading?"

""Duo She"." Jiang Jingbai replied.

Nan Yue was a little impressed by the name at first, but after recalling it, he remembered: "Novels from Jinjiang Literature City."

"Yes." Jiang Jingbai said.

When "Duo She" ended, it was trending on Weibo, so it's not surprising that Nan Yue knew about it.

However, Nan Yue is familiar with it, not because of the hot searches.

Their family is also engaged in film and television business, and Nanyue also has an entertainment company under his command. He is not interested, and Geng Wenqing will mainly manage it.

Geng Wenqing mentioned to him not long ago the idea of ​​purchasing the film and television copyright of "Duoshe", Nan Yue remembered it clearly.

Jiang Jingbai glanced at the few stacks of materials in Nan Yue's hand, knowing that he was still busy with work and couldn't bear the delay, so he didn't continue talking.

And Nan Yue's words were so useless that it was difficult to even have an awkward chat, and he couldn't think of new words, so he had to keep silent.

The study was quiet for a while.

The two did their own thing.

Jiang Jingbai raised his eyes to peek at Nan Yue when he saw the terrible place, feeling at ease.

Nan Yue looked at Jiang Jingbai on the opposite side when he saw the loophole of losing his mind, his heart was like still water.

Except for bed activities, everything is in perfect harmony.