Mr. always refuses to divorce

As soon as Nan Yue agreed, Jiang Jingbai's smile spread even wider.

The tip of his chin was half covered under the quilt, his lips were red and swollen from being sucked before, but now the swelling has subsided to a limited extent, the corners of his lips curled up, and the tips of his small teeth were exposed, and the peach blossoms hanging from the corners of his eyes were desperately spreading towards his mouth.

The light from the small lamp next to her was not as dazzling as the smile of the person next to her pillow.

Nan Yue's chest overflowed with a thin itch: "Have you booked the hotel and air ticket?"

"No." Not long after Jiang Jingbai made out with Nanyue, when his legs were crisp and his temper was the softest, Shunpo unknowingly acted like a good boy, "I'm going to make an appointment after talking to you."

Nan Yue was very helpful, immediately turned off the news, booked the hotel where Jiang Jingbai used to stay, and then looked at the air ticket of the day: "Two and a half hours' flight, what time is the flight?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jingbai propped himself up and looked at Nanyue's phone screen: "Anything before six o'clock in the afternoon is fine."

He has been to many domestic comic exhibitions, and the organizers have rented out the event venues over the years. Jiang Jingbai is not very good at the surrounding situation, but he will not be blinded. Let's take a look at the floor plan I just remembered it, so I don’t need to deliberately step on the spot in advance.

"This class?" Seeing him tilting his head to his side, Nan Yue pretended to naturally put his shoulders and arms to Jiang Jingbai's neck, "I can take you there."

In summer, the pajamas are thin, and the body temperature of the man burns on the skin instantly.

Jiang Jingbai blinked, the peach petals fluttered to his ears, the pink juice quickly dyed the earlobe that was about to return to its original color.

Following the cue, he put his weight on Nan Yue's shoulder.

Nan Yue pointed to the flight at [-]:[-].

The plane landed at 04:30, and after arriving at the hotel, we took a short rest in the room, just in time to have dinner, which is undoubtedly the most suitable from the perspective of the schedule.

Jiang Jingbai said, "It's okay, the airport is not far away, I'll go there by myself."

If there is no traffic jam, it will take about 15 minutes for Nanyue to drive from the company to the flower shop. However, domestic flights need to check in at least four to ten minutes in advance, and waiting in line also takes time.That is to say, if Nan Yue wanted to send Jiang Jingbai to the airport, he would definitely be squeezed into the midday break, and even lunch would have to be postponed.

How could Jiang Jingbai be willing.

"I'll call you before I get there." Nan Yue acted as if he didn't hear his words, his finger was about to poke on the screen.

Jiang Jingbai grabbed him and hurriedly made a compromise: "Book for [-] o'clock, the [-]:[-] one. Come back after lunch."

Nan Yue didn't take his strength seriously, and let him clasp his wrist: "Together, you can book a table in advance."

Jiang Jingbai counted the time in his mind, nodded reluctantly, and asked Nan Yue what he wanted to eat, and listed a few alternative restaurants not far away in his mind.

Nan Yue selected the flight while talking to him.

When filling in the passenger information, without waiting for Jiang Jingbai to take the initiative to report his ID number, Nan Yue tapped his fingertips and entered a string of accurate long numbers in the information box very smoothly.

Jiang Jingbai choked on the words that rushed into his throat, blinked his eyes in astonishment after confirming it, and tilted his head to look at Nan Yue's deep-lined profile.

Nan Yue is still filling in other information: "What?"

Jiang Jingbai replied: "I'm a little surprised, I didn't expect you to remember my ID number."

It may be an illusion, after Jiang Jingbai finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Nan Yue's hand movements from the corner of his eye, and seemed to pause slightly.

Nan Yue's expression remained unmoved, and he replied lightly: "Is it difficult?"

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

Isn't it difficult?

After Nan Yue finished typing the information, he also felt that what he said was wrong.

In Jiang Jingbai's knowledge, Nan Yue had seen all kinds of documents very few times, logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to memorize such a long string of numbers so fluently.

Nan Yue remedied: "I'm more sensitive to numbers."

In fact, it is not sensitive to the point of never forgetting.

Nan Yue even gave an excuse: "The ID card number is a characteristic combination code, and the address code and date of birth are not difficult to remember. The last four digits are the sequence code and the check code, and there are rules to follow."

Jiang Jingbai said with a smile: "Even if there are rules, it's still very powerful."

Nan Yue felt guilty, shut up and didn't respond.

He will accompany Jiang Jingbai to the airport next week, and he will leave his mobile phone number. After the order payment is successful, a notification text message will be sent not long after.

Nan Yue glanced at it briefly, then crossed out the frame of the bullet calmly.

Jiang Jingbai asked him to book the business class, but he bought the ticket to be automatically upgraded, and just forgot about it for a moment, and will have his assistant communicate with the airline company tomorrow.

Seats on popular routes are overbooked, and you can get an upgrade experience for free, whatever the airline can say, as long as Jiang Jingbai doesn't notice anything is wrong.

Nan Yue put down his phone, turned off the light, and lay down next to Jiang Jingbai, brewing sleep with him.

The light source in the room suddenly disappeared, and the eyes of both of them were pitch black.

Jiang Jingbai was also lying on his side, facing Nan Yue.

Jiang Jingbai said to him: "Although I didn't pay attention to the area code and the sequence code behind it, I did remember your birthday."

Nan Yue felt his chin being sprayed by the faintly scented breath.

Jiang Jingbai said a date, and there was a smile in his voice: "Is that right?"

Nanyue gradually adapted to the dim light around him, and leaned close to the young man with a blurry outline in front of him, rubbed his lips against his forehead and kissed him, and responded in a low voice: "...Yes."

-

The showers continued for a week, but they finally stopped reluctantly.

The scorching sun and high sun are not flattering, but they are better than having your pants soaked by rain all day long.

The hilt with the wrong pattern was modified by the studio and sent back as scheduled, and the fake fur used for the costumes during the exhibition was also flawless.

Everything was ready, but Jiang Jingbai sneezed, something went wrong.

In summer, a large number of bacteria grow in the air. When the body surface temperature drops, the immune function also declines, and it is easy to be infected by fungi. There are no fewer people who get sick in this season than in winter.

That day, after closing the awning for the nail shop in the wind and heavy rain, Jiang Jingbai turned on the air conditioner in the shop for a long time. At that time, he didn't feel uncomfortable. Dry, sore throats follow.

Nan Yue was the first to hear him speak with a nasal tone: "Have you caught a cold?"

"It seems a little bit." Jiang Jingbai said.

He also drank a lot of hot water recently, and the effect was limited.

Nan Yue lowered his head and touched Jiang Jingbai's forehead: "I don't have a fever."

Seeing Nan Yue's frown, Jiang Jingbai hurriedly said, "It won't be serious, I have been like this since I was a child. Even if I have a fever, as long as the temperature is not high, take medicine and sleep, and I will be fine the next day."

There is a folk saying that has no scientific basis, "Minor illnesses continue, but serious illnesses do not occur."

Jiang Jingbai is like this, every year there are a lot of minor illnesses, come and go quickly, his physical fitness is not strong, and his health indicators are up to standard.

Nan Yue sighed inaudibly, stretched out his hand and gently pinched his face: "When you come back, I will take you to the gym."

Jiang Jingbai almost choked on his saliva.

"Don't like it?" Nan Yue saw through the resistance in his eyes.

Jiang Jingbai nodded honestly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it." It was rare for Nan Yue not to follow him.

It's true that Jiang Jingbai eats right, has a regular schedule, doesn't like exercising, and is a little lazy.

When Nan Yue first married him, he wished he could lift him up to the sky for the full moon, and loved him in everything. Now that he realizes that Jiang Jingbai's physique is weak, it is closely related to his future health. Naturally, Nan Yue can no longer pamper him.

There was a little bitterness on Jiang Jingbai's face.

Nan Yue hung up his coat, held his hand calmly, and pressed it to his waist: "Do you like this?"

The muscles are distinct, solid and stylish, and it feels great through clothes.

When Jiang Jingbai and him do bad things, they often rub against it unconsciously.

Nan Yue lured him: "You can have it too."

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

As a man, it is inevitable that he will be fascinated by muscles.

But he was born with underdeveloped motor nerves, and he didn't like the subject of physical education since elementary school. It's not easy to change.

"...Can I touch you if I like it?" Jiang Jingbai asked back with reddish ears.

Nan Yue was inexplicably teased by this sentence, and fell silent in the face of the handsome and delicious little gentleman.

He took Jiang Jingbai's hand to his lips and kissed him, sticking to the principles and resolutely not being moved by the beauty: "Reasonable exercise, there is a chance to grow taller."

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

Is this a bit too much?

Nan Yue continued: "Before the age of 25, the epiphyseal cartilage may not have truly healed."

As soon as the word "grow taller" came out, the change in Jiang Jingbai's eyes was more obvious than touching his abdominal muscles.

Nan Yue knew that there was nothing wrong with the lure, so he didn't persuade him much. He unbuttoned his cuff buttons, put them on a few times, and walked steadily into the kitchen to put on his apron after cleaning his hands.

It's his turn to be the chef tonight.

Nan Yue didn't wait too long, the ingredients were put on the chopping board, and the milk gold rabbit followed behind him, making a final bargain: "Is it okay not to run? I really don't like running."

This small tone, coupled with a small nasal voice, sounds aggrieved.

Nan Yue thought it was funny while feeling distressed: "Yes, that's fine."

-

People with colds are prone to ear pressure, tinnitus and ear pain, temporary deafness, and more serious illnesses.

Jiang Jingbai refunded his ticket and took the high-speed train instead.

The high-speed rail platform is fully enclosed and strictly managed, and platform tickets are not sold to the outside world.

Jiang Jingbai separated from Nanyue before going through the security check, and sat down in the hall with his suitcase.

He had a viral cold, he recovered slowly, his expression was still a little listless, his eyelashes were drooping, and he looked extraordinarily quiet and docile.

Someone next to him paid attention to Jiang Jingbai for a long time, and the last fashionable boy dressed in a particularly youthful way was pushed over by his companions, and called Jiang Jingbai's popular little brother among young people, trying to pave the way for contact information: "Well, what do you want? Going to another place? Going out to play alone?"

This face has grown for more than 20 years. Jiang Jingbai also met many strangers who showed affection to him. He could clearly understand what the other party wanted to say next.

Jiang Jingbai looked at the boy, smiled gently, politely declined the hint, and before he could say anything, a cold, hard, and extremely unkind male voice came from behind: "He is not alone."

Jiang Jingbai opened his mouth halfway, barely closed it, and turned his head to look over in disbelief.

The man stood behind him against the light, so tall that he exuded an invisible coercion.

Jiang Jingbai didn't feel any coercion or coercion, but the boy who came to talk to him felt it thoroughly.

Nan Yue went around and sat down beside Jiang Jingbai. During the process, he stretched out his left hand and stroked Jiang Jingbai's hair lightly as if declaring his sovereignty.

The wedding ring on the ring finger was shining brightly, breaking the boy's heart in an instant, and with an embarrassed smile, he and his companion returned to their original seats.

"Why did you come in?" Jiang Jingbai smiled brightly.

Nan Yue showed him the ticket he just bought.

It is a short-distance ticket on the same train as Jiang Jingbai, and it is used as a platform ticket for sending people off.

Jiang Jingbai laughed again: "So it can still be like this."

After laughing, he retracted the corners of his mouth: "No, you wait here with me for the bus. What about work in the afternoon?"

There is a distance from the high-speed rail station to Nanyue Company, so if you miss the time, you may be late.

Nan Yue regretted making up a job with such strict time requirements.

He raised the watch on his wrist: "Let's go soon, in time."

After Jindu came in, it was impossible for Jiang Jingbai to drive him out immediately, so he obediently sat with Nan Yue shoulder to shoulder for a while, and reminded him to leave when the time was almost up.

Nan Yue had no choice but to get up, and before leaving, he held Jiang Jingbai's side face with one hand, and kissed him on the forehead: "If you're really uncomfortable, please tell me, I'll go find you." He paused for a second, and added emphatically, " It's okay, it's fine."

It's all right.

Including those little hobbies that Jiang Jingbai didn't want to reveal to him.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't comprehend the deep meaning in the other party's words for the time being, so he rubbed Nan Yue's palm a little: "Okay, I got it."

The author has something to say: In fact, this is a story about who has the most armor and who will lose the horse first hahaha

Nan Yue: It's getting cold, put on a few more layers of vest to keep you warm.