Mr. always refuses to divorce

Those who rely on posting this kind of news to gain attention are all third-rate small websites that use the name of the software to attract traffic.

Jiang Jingbai ignored the floating advertisements on both sides of the interface, and the focus of his eyes was only in the middle.

This small article first listed a bunch of divorce rates that have been soaring in recent years, and it took several lines before I was willing to get to the point.

Jiang Jingbai skipped the first few paragraphs and purposefully landed on the third point.

There is no love before marriage.

The author did not pour poisonous chicken soup as soon as he came up, but pointed out the purpose from a few pseudonym examples that are not known to be true or false.

Before marriage, both parties do not have enough time to communicate and get to know each other. Their temperaments and habits may not be harmonious. At first, they get along with each other in a non-salty way, and even if there are occasional disputes, it is not easy to break out. After marriage, life is no longer courteous and courteous. Disputes naturally break out constantly, and the marriage relationship exists in name only.

Better to get a divorce.

Jiang Jingbai wasn't too hard on the knife.

Although he and Nanyue couldn't talk about love or not, as far as the current situation is concerned, there is no sign of friction between the two of them.

What caught his attention was the following.

Sex life is not harmonious.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't help but stand upright.

It was written above that, in addition to physical problems, the key factor affecting the harmony of the fish-and-water relationship is whether the marriage concept of the two parties matches the spiritual world.

This small point seems to have a lot of room for development. The author wrote about Xiao Erqian eloquently, gradually extending from the incompatibility of the three views to the asexual marriage behind the disharmony. [The terrible thing is not a sexless marriage, but a loveless marriage behind a sexless marriage. ]

The tastes of adults need to be responded to, and there is no reason why the reasonable needs in marriage cannot be met.

As Jiang Jingbai read, he bit his lower lip lightly with the tip of his teeth.

If Lin Jiajia was around, one could tell at a glance that it was a typical manifestation of his dilemma.

Nan Yue has never made excessive sexual behaviors, everything is just the normal physiological needs of healthy men.

Jiang Jingbai, as the marriage partner who exchanged rings with him, if it's just because he doesn't want to put it aside, at the same time, he also hopes that the other party will be single-minded and not cheat.

It's selfish and irresponsible.

It's past five o'clock now, and Nan Yue will come to pick him up soon.

Jiang Jingbai stopped reading, silently closed the webpage, and went to the staff in charge of handing over with suppliers to check the flower materials list for tomorrow morning.

-

When the Nanyue arrived, it was early dusk.

It is much rarer to have a color other than gray and black in his collar, which is a very high-end dark green, which sets off Nan Yue's sparse and handsome face with refined elegance.

From a distance of two or three meters, Jiang Jingbai could even faintly see a few light blue blood vessels from the other's neck.

With just one glance, Jiang Jingbai's goosebumps were about to rise.

The tie is really white, and the Nanyue is really jade and gold.

He took care of the big and small affairs in the store before the other party got off work, there was nothing to clean up, and he could leave when he got up.

There are not many vegetables left in the refrigerator at home, Jiang Jingbai has just been in good health, and he doesn't want to bump into the old men and women in the supermarket, so he proposes to finish dinner outside.

Of course Nan Yue had no objection.

Now it's time for dinner, and the food court in the commercial building is crowded with people. There are many diners sitting by the door outside the famous restaurants, waiting to be called.

Nan Yue's stay in the study room before going to bed has almost become an indispensable part of every night.

Jiang Jingbai was worried that it would be too late to go back, and Nanyue might stay up late at night, so he deliberately picked a house with a free table.

As a result, the two had dinner efficiently, and when they returned home, Jiang Jingbai had just taken a small watering can to water the green plants on the balcony as usual, when Nan Yue sat silently on the rattan chair next to him, directly making Jiang Jingbai uncomfortable.

He turned around and unexpectedly found that the other party was staring at his trousers.

Jiang Jingbai lowered his head and checked left and right, but found nothing unusual.

Nan Yue's voyeurism was exposed, and there was a moment of embarrassment in his eyes: "...It looks good." At the end, he added, "Pants."

In fact, it wasn't the pants he was peeking at.

Jiang Jingbai is wearing a pair of pure black sweatpants today. The trouser legs are slightly loose and the trousers are tightened. It is a style that shows off the shape of the legs.

And Jiang Jingbai's legs were already super long, and his legs were straight and slender. The cropped trousers in summer were shortened by an inch, and they became eight cents.

The two thin ankles are completely exposed, and the ankle bones are distinct and translucent white, which makes people want to grasp it.

In fact, last night, Nanyue not only held it, but also played with it with his mouth for a while.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't see through the bad water in his stomach, so he couldn't help but ask him: "Don't you need to go to the study today?"

Nan Yue restrained his thoughts: "The processing in the company is over."

Jiang Jingbai nodded: "Then you can take a good rest, you should be exhausted after working for many days."

Nan Yue concentrated on watching him play with the flowers and plants. After a moment of silence, he reviewed and said: "A few days ago, I was wrong. The work arrangement was very unreasonable. I didn't fulfill my husband's responsibilities. I left you in the cold when I got home."

Jiang Jingbai was startled when he heard this.

"In the future, I will try my best not to bring my work back, and I will spend more time with you at night." Nan Yue paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words, "If you want to read a novel, or... anything else, just ask me, I will can be with you."

When Jiang Jingbai heard him mention the novel again, he felt a little embarrassed, but after listening to the second half, his heart was small, and it hit his chest.

With his back to Nanyue, Jiang Jingbai lightly sprayed some water mist on the green radish leaves, lowered his eyes and smiled, and said softly: "Okay."

-

After that day, Nan Yue always felt that Jiang Jingbai had become different.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even better, worse, more intimate things.

Jiang Jingbai's response was far more enthusiastic than the previous few times. Although he was still young and shy, he was indeed doing his best to cooperate.

The fox, who wants anything and everything, takes the initiative to raise its tail and roll it towards the hunter's waist.

The beauty is in the head, the waves are rushing, no hunter can refuse such a temptation.

At first, Nan Yue thought that the Long March had come to fruition after nearly ten years.

Until another night of tossing, the door was wide open, and the spoils to be picked suddenly cried out under him in advance.

"...Nan, Nanyue."

Before the boiling iron nails entered, Jiang Jingbai, driven by the long-standing fear, covered his face with his forearm, tears rolled down, and soon soaked the bed sheet beside his ears.

He puffed his thin chest and took a deep breath, coughed twice due to tears, trembling his tongue almost instinctively: "I don't want to, I...I..."

He is afraid.

Jiang Jingbai managed to squeeze out a few words, and then burst into tears uncontrollably.

Nan Yue was completely frightened at that moment, hugged him in his arms at a loss, patted his back, and comforted him clumsily: "Okay, okay, I don't want to, I don't want to, don't you cry."

Jiang Jingbai straddled him, hugged Nan Yue's neck, his face was flushed from crying, his expression was pitiful, with the helplessness and distress that Nan Yue couldn't see through.

The eyelashes, eyebrows, and even the hair on the sideburns are all wet, half of which is wet from tears, and half is also due to the cold sweat of being frightened.

"Jing Bai...Jing Bai," Nan Yue's mouth was so clumsy that he was almost speechless, carefully kissed the corner of his eyes, hugged him like a coaxing child, shaking him from side to side, speaking incoherently, "What's wrong? It's okay, I'm here, Let's stop crying, okay?"

In the end, even the shameless big words were released: "If you have anything to tell me, I can help you with anything, as long as you say it. Jing Bai?"

The flood was restrained too much by the sluice gate, and it couldn't be stopped when it rushed out.

People tend to hyperventilate when they cry hard.

Jiang Jingbai was obviously exhausted from crying, his hands and feet were numb, he was dizzy and his chest was tight, but his head was so painful that he was still awake, and he couldn't listen to what Nan Yue was saying.

He was afraid of pain when he was a child, everyone in the family said he was spoiled, and no one had ever hugged him when he was enduring pain.

Now that Nanyue was posted, he grabbed it and refused to let it go.

At first, I was just scared by the recent psychological shadow, and then I cried out all the grievances I have suffered since I was a child.

After venting completely, Jiang Jingbai hiccupped and was exhausted, and was patted and coaxed by Nan Yue, who did not know when he hiccupped and slowly fell asleep.

Waking up the next day, Jiang Jingbai belatedly realized what embarrassing thing he did last night.

He pulled the quilt over his face, almost wanting to cut a hole in the bed board and hide directly under the bed.

There is no Nanyue's body temperature around him.

Jiang Jingbai was desperately praying that the other party had gone out, but a burst of footsteps sounded from far and near, cruelly breaking his illusion.

Jiang Jingbai didn't move, pretending to be dead.

The mattress was soon crushed, and the familiar smell of aftershave came in from the mouth.

Jiang Jingbai's heartbeat almost stopped.

He doesn't want to think about what happened last night at all now.

Fortunately, Nan Yue just sat down and didn't make any move to pull his quilt: "Seven fifty."

Jiang Jingbai remained silent.

Nan Yue said, "I didn't cook breakfast."

Great, he wished he could become one with the quilt.

"But I ordered a takeaway, and it will be delivered at about 08:30. The number is reserved for you. Remember to eat."

This is to force Jiang Jingbai to get up and eat with a non-tough method.

Nan Yue fell silent and stopped talking.

The whiteness of Jiangjing is like a year in seconds.

When half of his body was already in the loess, Nan Yue finally said, "I'm going to the company."

He paused, and then asked, "Are you still going to the flower shop today?"

Jiang Jingbai just accepted the appointment yesterday, so he will definitely go.

"I won't lift your quilt," Nan Yue knew he was embarrassed, so he didn't force him to answer, "If you go, stretch out your hand, I know you're awake."

Instead of nodding, you have to reach out.

Jiang Jingbai hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his right hand out of the quilt.

Be very careful.

Nan Yue chuckled outside.

Clear and audible.

Jiang Jing's pale face was hot, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a small cube suddenly rolled into his palm.

Before he could figure out what it was, the indistinct cold fragrance suddenly approached, and Jiang Jingbai clearly felt Nan Yue gently kiss his fingertips.

A deep, magnetic, cool voice rang above his head: "The company has something to do, and I may pick you up later. You wait for me in the store, don't rush home."

"I am leaving."

Footsteps sounded, Leng Xiang drifted away, the door of the master bedroom opened and closed, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Jiang Jingbai popped his head out from under the quilt, and pinched the things in his hands to his eyes.

It's a fudge, milk flavored.

He saw the flowers on the candy wrappers, got up and got out of bed before the takeaway was delivered, changed his clothes and went into the bathroom, propped his hands on the sink, and quietly looked at himself in the mirror.

The eyes are a little red, but the eyelids are not swollen.

Nan Yue must have washed his face after he fell asleep.

Regardless of the hair hanging on both sides, Jiang Jingbai poured two handfuls of cold water on his face.

He might, really want to have a good talk with Nan Yue.