Mr. always refuses to divorce

Jiang Jingbai and Nanyue basically contributed to the three-to-five National Exhibition Center during the weekend. They spent more than six hours on the high-speed rail yesterday afternoon, and it was already late at night when they both returned home.

In the past, Nan Yue was taken by Nan's father to visit various business circles for many years, and he was used to flying around, so he didn't feel tired.

Jiang Jingbai, a patient who is recovering, is different. His physical fitness is still there, and he is tossed back and forth between the two places by a cold. He can't recover immediately just by sleeping at home.

He was lazily supporting his lazy bones, standing behind Nanyue holding his mobile phone, and was wiped by the other half-heartedly and half-flirtatiously, and the whole person gradually became a little untenable.

The laughter passed by for a short time, and Nan Yue regained his seriousness.

He lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Jingbai's lips, and his fingertips brushed over and over again the well-colored and moist red lips, with a gentle force and politeness, never to offend.

Jiang Jingbai twitched his eyelashes twice, but felt that if he blushed at this time, he would be like a little fairy who has a perverted mind in front of a gentleman.

He clenched his phone a little bit, and decided to look less at the serious face of the man in front of him.

As soon as the thought of looking away appeared, Jiang Jingbai's chin was firmly held by Nan Yue.

The foam on his mouth has been wiped clean by the other party, leaving only a very light woody fragrance.

Jiang Jingbai was in this fragrance, watching helplessly as the "honest gentleman" pressed his thumb on his lower lip, kneading it subtly twice.

Emotionally, he is not a goblin, but a piece of meat targeted by a goblin.

Jiang Jing Bai'ergen's suppressed blood immediately surged up, burning his brain.

It was only then that Nan Yue looked into his eyes, pinched the side of his face flatteringly, and put Jiang Jingbai's chin back on his shoulder.

Seeing that the man wiped it so many times on purpose, Jiang Jingbai raised his chin, broke free from the shackles of the man, pouted his mouth and said in a breathy voice: "You hold it yourself."

Nan Yue can shave with one hand, Jiang Jingbai doesn't have to help him hold the phone.

It's just that the two of them just got out of bed early in the morning, and the tender energy lying on the bed hasn't passed yet, Jiang Jingbai just wanted to cling to Nanyue for a while longer before their respective jobs.

But now, that bit of tenderness was directly taken away by the pious hooligan behavior of the sanctimonious hypocrite.

"Well, I know." Nan Yue responded flatly with Geng Wenqing's crow's mouth.

He freed his left hand to take the phone, and stretched the clasp with his index and middle fingers before Jiang Jingbai retracted his hand, locking Jiang Jingbai's wrist tightly and firmly.

Jiang Jingbai was ready to go out, but was stopped by Nan Yue.

He thought that the other party was going to tease him, so he gave Nan Yue a fake look with no actual lethality.

Nan Yue remained unmoved, and talked with Geng Wenqing, while pulling open the drawer next to the mirror with the other hand, and looking inside.

Jiang Jingbai looked along his line of sight.

In the small drawer was a box of thin black rubber bands, which Jiang Jingbai used on a daily basis.

The only hair he can tie up is a thin circle on the top of his head, and the hair is not too thick, so it is most suitable to use a disposable rubber band.

This kind of rubber band is affordable and convenient, but it is not durable.

The one Jiang Jingbai used to use broke when he took a shower last night to untangle his hair, and he forgot to get a new one after washing this morning.

After being reminded by Nan Yue, Jiang Jingbai noticed that his hair was still tucked behind his ears and loose.

Nan Yue let go of his wrist, and continued to shave the hard short roots on the other side.

Jiang Jingbai reached out to reach for the rubber band box in the drawer.

The drawer is a built-in design, leaning to the left and inward, Jiang Jingbai and it are separated by the Nanmao, and you have to lean forward to get it.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Jingbai leaned close to Nanyue's left ear, overhearing Geng Wenqing's fragmentary words on the phone.

"Back to China", "See You", "Little First Love".

There are three simple words, one is wider than the other, and together they are enough to compose a big drama.

Jiang Jingbai took out the rubber band, paused with his fingertips, couldn't help imagining a paragraph, secretly glanced at Nan Yue's expression while pulling his hair up.

Nanyue's face was calm, without any unnecessary reaction, and his tone was also without any fluctuations: "No, let him..."

Nan Yue wanted to say "Let him go back", but considering Jiang Jingbai was still present, after a brief pause imperceptibly, he changed it into a more euphemistic statement: "Be quiet."

The connection between words sounds like a story, but at least Nan Yue has a clear attitude.

After Jiang Jingbai tied up his hair, he felt a little sour in his heart, and there was also a little joy coming out of the sour bubbles.

He slowly sealed the small vinegar jar that he had unconsciously opened just now, hugged Nan Yue from behind, walked out of the bathroom, and went back to the wardrobe to change out of his pajamas.

In fact, Jiang Jingbai's little vinegar altar doesn't need to spoil the taste at all, it should be Nan Yue's altar of aged vinegar that really opened the lid.

Geng Wenqing's original words were: "Oh, yes, by the way, I want to tell you some bad news. Bian Chengxuan heard that you got married, and said that he would take some time to go back to China to meet your little first love. You, ask for blessings."

The reason for asking for more blessings is very simple, Bian Chengxuan is a face control, deep, super class.

He is a friend they both knew together. He went to school overseas when he was a child, and he returned to China very few times.

He is not gay, but in a way, he is more troublesome and annoying than a purely gay rival.

What's even more annoying is that there is still a little bit of connection between Bian Chengxuan and Jiang Jingbai, which indirectly led to a "bad relationship" between him and Nan Yue, the kind where both sides turn green when they mention it.

If Bian Chengxuan really met Jiang Jingbai, Nan Yue might be green-faced until next spring.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Yue gradually tidied up his appearance and left the master bedroom.

Jiang Jingbai entered the kitchen after changing his clothes. He was wearing an apron and heat-insulating gloves, and was about to take two servings of steamed eggs out of the steamer.

Nan Yue slowed down and looked at him from afar and let out a long sigh.

Nan Yue turned into the island, and before he got close to the hanger with the apron, Jiang Jingbai called out to him: "Nan Yue, help me pour some seasoning on the steamed eggs."

Nanyue responded and did as he did.

The bright sauce is spread on the smooth and soft surface of the steamed egg, and the aroma of the juice is steamed by the undissipated heat, which makes the index finger move.

"Take it out when you're done, be careful it's hot." Jiang Jingbai turned his back to him, and put the noodles into the pot, "Let's eat something light today, don't need to cook too much."

The subtext is that he will finish it right away, and ask Nan Yue to go to the dining table and wait.

It has to be said that Jiang Jingbai's cooking skills are much better than Nan Yue's.

Nan Yue was a monk on the way, and he only learned a few dishes that Jiang Jingbai liked, so he couldn't figure out how to change it in a short time.

Jiang Jingbai is naturally much better at what he is good at. A simple noodle soup can make a taste that Nan Yue has never tasted before.

Nan Yue set the table and chopsticks, sat down at the table, and waited quietly for someone to come out.

The smell of food in the kitchen is lingering, and Jiang Jingbai's back is embedded in it, just looking at it makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

The atmosphere at home is not too warm.

Nan Yue focused his eyes on Jiang Jingbai's thin and thin back, replaying what Geng Wenqing had just said to him in his mind, almost feeling the desire to tell the whole story.

It's a pity that the atmosphere is here, and the timing doesn't give face.

The peak season is just around the corner. Today, Monday, Jiang Jingbai has been the shopkeeper for two days, and there are a lot of stalls in the store waiting for him to clean up. There is not so much time left for Nan Yue to explain in advance.

Jiang Jingbai rushed to the flower shop without a buffer, and the motor directly started to the strongest state.

He was so busy that he wished he could have three heads and six arms. Lin Jiajia, who could help him, hadn't arrived at the store on time in the morning. It was close to eleven o'clock when he carried his bag and slumped into the lazy chair behind the counter.

"You...didn't sleep well last night?" Jiang Jingbai took the time to look at her face.

Lin Jiajia got up late today and was in a hurry to go out without makeup. Her complexion was a little yellower than usual, and a red bulging pimple broke out on her forehead, a typical sign of lack of sleep.

"Two news." Lin Jiajia gave him a "yeah" gesture with two faint dark circles under her eyes, "Which one do you want to hear first?"

Geng Wenqing's positioning of Lin Jiajia is accurate. She usually likes Shuishui forum when she is bored, and scrolls through Weibo.

In her own words, life is not easy, and social pressure has crushed her fragile and immature girlish shoulders, and she can only rely on sand sculpture netizens to save this appearance.

Jiang Jingbai is Lin Jiajia's only friend who has guaranteed the frequency of meeting in the past two years. He also sees her every day in the flower shop without looking up. He often heard Lin Jiajia babbling in his ear.

Now when the other party came in, he said this to him, Jiang Jingbai only thought that Lin Jiajia had committed the old habit of gossiping and gossiping again, so he sneaked a glance at her, his eyes full of perfunctory listening.

Lin Jiajia didn't go through the usual process this time, and didn't start the conversation directly: "Boss Jiang, please correct your attitude. Didn't you notice how solemn and serious my eyes are today?"

Jiang Jingbai prioritized the day's work, patiently explained to the clerk, and explained them one by one in an orderly manner.

After clearing the matter at hand, Jiang Jingbai turned around and picked up the shoulder bag that Lin Jiajia was carrying on his stomach, and helped her put it to the counter a few steps away: "I noticed that there seems to be a red bloodshot circle in your left eye."

"My mother didn't go to bed until four o'clock last night, and I forgot to turn off the alarm at 06:30 in the morning before going to bed...it's no wonder it didn't exist." Lin Jiajia raised her hand and covered her left eye, complaining angrily.

Jiang Jingbai leaned over slightly, took a closer look, and said to her in a harmonious voice: "Don't worry about your work today, just leave it to me, wait for lunch, go home and rest."

The energy consumed by staying up late cannot be replenished by staying in bed alone. The longer you sleep in the cage, the more chaotic your mind will be.

The store manager is so gentle and considerate that Lin Jiajia can't even lose her temper.

After Jiang Jingbai persuaded her, he began to check the transaction records of the previous two days on the computer, and roughly estimated and adjusted the supply of flower materials in the future: "Stop playing with mobile phones before going to bed, which will affect the quality of sleep and cause insomnia."

After the words fell, he couldn't help but think of Nan Yue's concentration in talking to him in a deep voice at night, and his eyes slowly bent when browsing the form.

"Insomnia? I have insomnia? I'm sorry, I've been in the world of cultivating immortals for decades, and I have never encountered the trouble of being unable to fall asleep for more than 5 minutes after I closed my eyes with a pillow." I scolded my grandson, how could I stay up so late?"

As soon as the grandsons were mentioned, Lin Jiajia immediately rekindled her fighting spirit.

"Forget it, I'll tell you what those two messages are in order." She took out her phone, stroked and tapped her finger on the screen, stretched her arms and pressed the phone to the edge of the counter, "You read this first."