Mr. always refuses to divorce

After reading the first volume of the novel, the author has finally returned to his place of kindness, and the ending is no longer so stuck that people can't stop.

Jiang Jingbai stared at the phone screen for so long, his eyes were a little bit astringent.

He exited the software, stretched his legs that were always crossed, and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed.

The dryness on the surface of the eyeball is slowly resolved.

Jiang Jingbai heard Nan Yue ask him: "Sleepy?"

"No." Jiang Jingbai rubbed his eyelids, and opened them earlier, "Your eyes are a little tired, take a rest."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Nan Yue, and found that the other party had put down the documents in hand. He took out a small bottle of eye drops from the drawer, put it on the table, and motioned for him to come and get it.

Jiang Jingbai looked at the delicate translucent bottle, hesitated for a moment, and said frankly, "No, thank you. I don't need eye drops."

Nan Yue turned over the ingredient list of the eye drops, and frowned slightly: "What drug are you allergic to?"

"No, it's not an allergy." Jiang Jingbai pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly, "...I couldn't get the drip."

Nan Yue was taken aback when he heard this.

"I can't help but want to close my eyes, there is really no way." Jiang Jingbai explained.

It's not just eye drops, he has too much awareness of self-protection of his body, and every time he wears colored contact lenses before cosplay, it's like fighting a war. I'm really sorry for his age.

"It's just that the eyes are a little dry, and it will be fine after a while." Jiang Jingbai blinked twice as he said, his eyes curled up with a smile, as if to prove that the blink was really comfortable.

Nan Yue and him looked at each other for a moment, took the eye drops and stood up, unscrewed the bottle cap: "I'll help you."

help?

Before Jiang Jingbai could react, the tip of his chin was gently pinched by the other party, and he lifted it up.

Hormones and shadows come together.

Jiang Jingbai's heartstrings were tensed by this half-imprisoned posture.

Nan Yue was not in a hurry to touch his eyes, a little smile appeared in his calm eyes: "It's nothing, don't be afraid."

After speaking, he moved closer, his fingertips caressing Jiang Jingbai's face comfortingly: "Close your eyes normally, don't use too much force."

Jiang Jingbai swallowed, but still did as he did.

Before the next wave of tension hit, the upper and lower eyelids were pushed apart by the opponent's soft fingertips, and then there was a blur in front of his eyes, and cool drops of water rolled into the eyes, covering the eyeballs in an instant.

Jiang Jingbai instinctively closed his eyes.

The resistance that was still supporting the eyelids was withdrawn in due course.

Jiang Jingbai's right eye became moist immediately, but he felt nothing else.

Nan Yue was successfully pleased by the dazed look on his face that he didn't come over, and also quickly dropped a drop into the other eye, knowing that Jiang Jingbai didn't feel any resistance, and asked in a low voice as if asking for credit, "How is it? "

The little emperor, who held the power of rewards and punishments, moved his eyes and said in surprise, "It's very comfortable."

He didn't even react.

Nan Yue laughed, and couldn't help rubbing his head lightly when he straightened up.

Jiang Jingbai originally wanted to thank him, but after Nan Yue rubbed him like this, he felt that given the current relationship between the two, saying thank you was a bit out of line.

He eagerly watched Nan Yue walk back: "Is the work over?"

Nan Yue sat down and loosened the tie around his neck: "Almost."

Inspired by the other party's actions, Jiang Jingbai asked, "Your tie... seems to be mostly gray?"

Nan Yue was eager to communicate with him more, but when he opened his mouth, it was another "um".

Nan Yue choked on himself after "hmm".

Too unpromising.

Fortunately, Jiang Jingbai didn't stop there: "Are you buying according to the company's dress code?"

"No."

Nan Yue never paid much attention to insignificant things. The daily necessities, including clothes, were basically handled by the life assistant.

When Jiang Jingbai was registering with a blind date agency, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles after marriage, he filled in the remarks column a request that he hoped that the background of the blind date partner would not be too good.

Nan Yue lied to him back then, but now he hasn't filled up his favorability, and it's not time to tell him the truth about his work.

I can only organize the language roughly: "Buy it casually."

Jiang Jingbai asked uncertainly: "Do you like this kind of color?"

Hearing this, Nan Yue glanced at his chest, feeling nothing, at least not annoying, so he nodded.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he nodded his head, the eyes of the young man sitting across from him darkened: "...Oh."

Nan Yue realized that his answer was wrong, but he couldn't figure out where the wrong person was, so he could only guess a little: "Are you interested in a tie?"

Maybe Jiang Jingbai wants to buy a tie and wants him to help choose it, but the color of his tie obviously doesn't match the other party's aesthetics?

"It's not that I'm interested..." Jiang Jingbai simply felt that he was making his own decisions, making impulsive purchases, and was also reflecting on himself.

He added in a low voice, "I seem to have bought the wrong thing."

Lift the tie first, then ask what you like, and then say you bought the wrong thing.

Nan Yue had a premonition, and unconsciously straightened his back.

"wait for me."

After Jiang Jingbai left such a sentence, he slipped out of the study.

When I came back again, I had a long box in my hand.

Nan Yue sat upright, his mentality was even more nervous than Jiang Jingbai before the eye drops.

"When I was buying home clothes for you at noon, I happened to see this." Jiang Jingbai walked to the table and pushed the box in front of his hand, "...I thought it was pretty at the time, so I bought it without thinking too much. I just realized it , you don't seem to like this."

Bought him home clothes?

And bought him something else?

What is it?

Is it a tie?

Nan Yue was flattered for a while.

When he came home he noticed a row of fresh laundry hanging on the living room balcony, but he didn't expect it to be his own.

Nan Yue opened the lid of the box, and the tie came into view.

The tie clip pinned to the middle and lower end refracted the light above his head, as clear as Jiang Jingbai's pupils aimed at him at this time.

"Is the color too high-profile?" Jiang Jingbai worried.

Nan Yue's throat twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "No, I like it very much."

Jiang Jingbai saw that his expression was normal, it didn't look like he liked it at all, but he seemed to be comforting himself against his will.

Holding the edge of the table, he smiled at Nan Yue: "Don't force it, you can change it to another style if you don't like it."

"Not too much." Nan Yue also laughed.

In just a moment, Jiang Jingbai noticed that there seemed to be a very light dimple on the other's left cheek from a smile.

Before he could see clearly, he disappeared quickly.

Nan Yue hastily pulled off the strip around his neck, making a gesture to go out.

The person sitting in front of him suddenly stood up, directly taller than himself.

Jiang Jingbai's breath stagnates: "What's wrong?"

Nan Yue held the tie he gave him in his palm: "There is no mirror."

This is to go to the master bedroom to find a mirror and tie the tie on the spot to show sincerity?

Jiang Jingbai looked at each other for a second with those indifferent eyes, then turned his head and laughed a few times.

After laughing, he walked around to Nan Yue, took the tie from him, and the corner of his mouth was still curled up: "I'll help you."

The distance between the two is naturally close.

Nan Yue is too tall, it may be a little difficult to look up at each other, but this height difference is just right for tidying up the neckline.

Jiang Jingbai turned up his collar, hung the tie behind his neck, and crossed the two ends against his chest.

Wide end in front, narrow end in back.

The wide end is folded up from the inside, and then pulled out from the triangle area of ​​​​the neckline.

After Jiang Jingbai silently recited the first two steps of the Windsor Knot, what Lin Jiajia said at the flower shop during the day suddenly popped into his mind.

——How romantic, choose a tie for the other party yourself, and then help him tie it on when you send it out

——It's like marking the other person implicitly, wearing a small collar of love, and this life belongs to you alone.

Jiang Jingbai paused, his face burned.

He didn't care about what to say to Nan Yue to break the silence, he just buried his head and quickly finished tying the tie.

He was so guilty that he didn't dare to raise his eyes, but it was convenient for Nan Yue to unscrupulously use his eyes to lighten him.

Jiang Jingbai's definition of home clothes is not those ugly, top and bottom suits similar to pajamas.

He just picked light clothes made of soft materials. The top and trousers were matched by himself, and they were one size larger than the other clothes.

Jiang Jingbai is wearing a hoodless pullover today. The clothes are a big size, and the neckline is also loose. The half of the collarbone with deep lines is exposed from the edge.

The color is thin and white and fragile, with a body fragrance that cannot be ignored.

Nan Yue couldn't do Liu Xiahui, so he looked away gentlemanly for a while, and then involuntarily stuck his eyes back.

Jiang Jingbai nodded his chin and lowered his eyelashes.

The bones are flamboyant, but the tear mole is docile and obedient, shrinking at the corner of the eye, and even the green and transparent fluff on the face is cute.

The whole person is like a clever fox who was chained by the neck of a hunter and had to succumb to others, deceived sympathy with his weak state, waited for an opportunity to escape from the cage, and escaped.

Nanyue's mouth became parched for a while, enough to make the prey give up the tenacious and stubborn thoughts.

Jiang Jingbai finally completed the remaining seven steps after being harassed by a few small words.

As a result, before the breath was released, the hand that was straightening the bow tie was grabbed by Nan Yue's wrist and pulled aside.

Jiang Jingbai followed subconsciously to look over, but the familiar deep black water had already cut off his sight.

His lips pressed hard, and the tip of his unresponsive tongue was caught straight, becoming the first victim to be trained by the hunter.

Poor Jiang Jingbai, a pure and good fox who is used to staying in the deep mountains and dense forests, but has an invincible and unstoppable eye-catching skin.

He has never heard of being subservient to others and deceiving sympathy.

It was just to watch Mr. Hunter unload the barrel and run to his feet foolishly to act like a good boy.

Jiang Jingbai's other hand was still holding the culprit who ignited the wick.

When Nan Yue put his armor down temporarily, his overmarked little face was completely kissed into a crimson cloud.

Her lips and eyes were moist, and she was so dizzy that she was almost out of breath.

Jiang Jingbai clearly heard the sound of the laptop being "slapped" by Nanyue.

Soon the cold and hard hunting platform clings to his back.

The tail of the fox who was sticking to the last line of defense was raised high.

The desk is about to be reduced to a battleground where gunfire rages on.

Not long ago, the man who brought Jiang Jingbai a sense of security was ready to go, and he was even more dangerous than the thorny fang-toothed ghost in supernatural novels.

Jiang Jingbai tried his best to turn the brain parts that were almost rusted and scrapped by the hot steam, trying to transfer all the replies he read before going to bed that night into real guns.

He thought he had withdrawn all the psychological defenses of being afraid of pain, but the tips of his long and thin eyelashes were still shaking pitifully and feebly, crying helplessly about Jiang Jingbai's self-deception.

When the first gunshot rips the quiet night sky.

Jiang Jingbai had only one thought in his mind.

He was afraid that he would die again.