Mr. always refuses to divorce

Jiang Jingbai changed his clothes and washed directly in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

He washes very quickly, less than 5 minutes before and after.

But when he packed up and pushed open the door, a strong fresh fragrance hit his face.

Jiang Jingbai's hair-tied fingers froze for a moment.

This smell does not smell like a lazy breakfast can emanate.

The kitchen is semi-open, Jiang Jingbai walked into the living room and saw most of the situation inside.

With his back facing him, Nanyue bent over and stood by the island platform, with white water vapor wafting from his hands.

Jiang Jingbai took a few steps forward and turned his perspective.

The casserole on the natural gas is gushing hot steam, and there is a white porcelain bowl next to it, with a thin layer of fish fillets on the bottom.

Nan Yue held the spoon with his left hand, and when the porridge came out, he was not in a hurry to pour it into a bowl.

He first used his chopsticks to quickly scoop around the soup ladle, pinching out the thin slices of ginger precisely, and then rolled the hot porridge with the fish fillets.

The scent rushed straight to the tip of the nose.

Jiang Jingbai felt really hungry now.

While feeling hungry, I also felt a little ashamed.

Last night, she slept in Nan Yue's big bed, and when she woke up, she was preempted by the other party to almost cook her breakfast.

Jiang Jingbai closed his eyes, regretting that he hadn't advanced the alarm clock by half an hour.

As soon as Nan Yue heard the footsteps behind him become lighter, he guessed Jiang Jingbai's mental activities at most.

He couldn't help imagining a milk-gold rabbit that was so depressed that its ears drooped, and it was amused in its heart, and it called out: "Jing Bai."

"Ah... um."

The milk gold rabbit should have widened its eyes and looked at him.

"Can you help me fry some omelets?" Nan Yue didn't raise his head, "I can't spare."

"Ok!"

The rabbit's ears immediately turned back.

Nan Yue pointed in the direction of the refrigerator with his chin: "There is an apron on the rack at the back, go and get it."

Jiang Jingbai responded, put on his apron and stood at the other end of the kitchen counter.

He skillfully heats the pan and spreads the oil, and the fried omelette is golden and beautiful.

"The craftsmanship is good." Nan Yue left a compliment, picked up the porridge bowl and went to the dining table.

Being able to help make breakfast together made Jiang Jingbai feel a lot better.

Hearing this, he bent his eyes and glanced at the dining table.

Nan Yue just turned around, and Jiang Jingbai looked directly at the super cute and playful big cartoon dog on his apron.

Then look at Nan Yue's serious face.

Jiang Jingbai hurriedly lowered his head, for fear that he would make a sound.

After frying the omelette, Jiang Jingbai sat down opposite Nan Yue.

When he saw the hot porridge in the bowl, his eyes were slightly startled.

The tender yellow egg flower and crispy fritters float on the surface, and there are faint shadows of shrimp and scallops underneath.

Previously, he was busy with guilt, only then did he notice that Nan Yue was cooking boat porridge.

Nan Yue moved his chopsticks when he was in a daze: "Try it, if it smells like a master in your university cafeteria."

Jiang Jingbai didn't expect that Nan Yue would remember what he said casually at dinner a few days ago.

He took a spoonful and his eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

The porridge base is thick and smooth, and the ingredients are both crisp and crisp. This taste is much better than the breakfast sold in the cafeteria.

After Jiang Jingbai boasted, he felt that only two words were too flimsy and not sincere enough, and he added: "The pork belly inside has a great taste, without any strange smell. It's the first time I have eaten such fresh shredded tripe."

Nan Yue chuckled lightly: "It's fine if you like it."

As he spoke, he took another small piece of omelet and bit it into his mouth to chew slowly.

During the movement, a section of wrist was exposed from the cuff.

The lines are sharp and the wrist bones are well defined.

Against the metallic sheen of the strap edge, it's more abstinent than a well-tied shirt collar.

Jiang Jingbai was bewildered by this illusion, and couldn't help but take a second look.

He was peeking at Nan Yue's wrist from the corner of his eye, and Nan Yue was also silently looking at Jiang Jingbai.

In the previous few meetings, Jiang Jingbai always dressed in simple and refreshing casual clothes, but today he had to register at the Civil Affairs Bureau and needed to take a group photo with his ID, Jiang Jingbai rarely changed into a suit.

The same white shirt, worn on Nan Yue's body, is steady and refined, but on Jiang Jingbai's body, it has an indescribable... attractiveness.

Thin back and narrow waist, fair skin and small face.

Nan Yue suddenly rejoiced that Jiang Jingbai didn't work in a regular company after graduation. If he wore formal clothes to and from get off work every day, who knows if he would be targeted by perverts.

After breakfast, Jiang Jingbai volunteered to clean up the tableware and kitchen counter.

Nan Yue did not dampen his enthusiasm, but only helped to open the door of the dishwasher, turned around and went to the living room.

When Jiang Jingbai came out of the kitchen, Nan Yue waved to him.

Jiang Jingbai walked over, but before he actually stood in front of Nan Yue, Nan Yue had already stepped up to meet him, and took the remaining two steps for him.

The heavy hormonal aura of the man immediately invaded Jiang Jingbai's chest.

Nan Yue raised his hand towards his collar and untied the tie directly.

"You tie your Windsor knot very well," Nan Yue said, "but you are still young, so you are not suitable for this kind of knot."

It turns out that tie tie has something to do with age.

Jiang Jingbai blinked his eyes.

The Windsor knot belongs to the traditional English style, which Jiang Jingbai learned when he was cosplaying an anime character created by an aristocrat.

He seldom wears formal clothes, so naturally he has never learned about other styles of play.

If Nan Yue hadn't explained a few more words, Jiang Jingbai would almost have thought that the tie he was wearing was so ugly that elites couldn't stand it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jingbai raised his eyes to look at the man's chin, and smiled slightly.

——I feel that Mr. Nan Yue knows a lot.

Nan Yue was a little guilty when he saw it.

What kind of bow tie to choose depends on what collar type shirt is matched, obviously it has nothing to do with age.

He was just tickled by Jiang Jingbai's meticulous appearance, and couldn't help but want to do something, so that the young man should not be too straight.

Nan Yue lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the tip of the other's delicate nose. His slender and powerful fingers flipped up and down, and in just a few seconds, he made a three-dimensional and small bow tie.

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

So fast, so messy, so powerful.

Nan Yue glanced at his watch, and was about to remind him of the time to go out, when he heard Jiang Jingbai's snort, laughing so that the little tucker on the back of his head trembled.

Nan Yue's heart became even more empty, and he tensed his expression: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just laughing at myself." Jiang Jingbai waved his hand, and quickly suppressed his laugh, "Just now I wanted to learn from you secretly, but I only saw your first back-and-forth movement clearly, and you've already finished the fight .”

Nan Yue looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Jiang Jingbai thought he was going to say "Want to learn? I'll teach you".

As a result, Nan Yue said: "If you want to learn, I won't teach you."

Jiang Jingbai: "...???"

"There's no need to learn it deliberately." Nan Yue lifted his coat and put it on slowly, "I just know how to do it."

Jiang Jingbai's ears felt hot when he heard it.

...Wow, although Mr. Nan Yue doesn't look like a romantic person, he is really handy with this kind of unintentional little romance.

-

The working hours of the Civil Affairs Bureau are at eight o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Jingbai and Nanyue arrived at a quarter past eight, and there were very few vacancies in the waiting room of the marriage registration office.

As soon as the two of them entered after queuing up, everyone's eyes swiped at each other. After a brief silence, there were a few emotional syllables that suppressed their excitement.

It's not common for people to be particularly good-looking.

It is even more uncommon for a pair of people with particularly outstanding looks to come to collect the certificate.

Nan Yue looked around and leaned over to Jiang Jingbai's ear: "Is the seat in front of the window okay?"

With the heat coming, Jiang Jingbai's ears twitched: "Anything is fine."

Nan Yue didn't let him go first as he did outside. He strode forward with his long legs, firmly resisting the scrutiny of most people around him.

Jiang Jingbai followed behind him, despite his tall and straight figure and calm expression, he still looked like a young daughter-in-law who was cared for carefully.

Judging from the appearance alone, one of them is a high-end beauty with eye-catching looks, and the other is a cold elite who refuses to communicate with each other. Sitting side by side, their whole bodies glow, which is a bit out of place in the simple waiting room.

The people next to him couldn't help but look a few more times, but they didn't have the nerve to talk to them.

The time for marriage registration is mainly spent queuing up, and it takes only a few minutes to fill out the form and stamp it.

There are many people in the waiting room, and they leave quickly.

Jiang Jingbai and Nanyue were called to their numbers without waiting too long.

Nowadays, many young people think that the registration photos taken by the Civil Affairs Bureau are not good-looking, and they all bring their own photos.

The small private room next to the registration hall for taking pictures is deserted, only a middle-aged man is sitting behind the computer playing a card game.

When he saw someone coming in, he laughed out loud: "It's been a long time since I met such a vigorous young man, please sit over there."

Nan Yue's face was lingering, but Jiang Jingbai smiled friendly to him, and sat down with Nan Yue in front of the background cloth.

Humans have an innate tendency towards beautiful things.

It was rare for the man to pay attention, and carefully adjusted the reflector, instead of hastily slapping it in a perfunctory manner.

After taking the photos, he imported them into the computer, printed them out and smacked his lips while looking at the photos: "It's the first time I've seen such a good photo effect at our place. The young couple is really a good match. I wish you a happy wedding."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as he said this, he felt that the eyes of the tall man next to the blond young man were much gentler.

Jiang Jingbai took the photo and thanked him with a smile.

The snapshot fee of the Civil Affairs Bureau is 30 yuan.

Nan Yue had been prepared for a long time, and the action of paying the money was smooth and smooth, as if being scalded by money.

After getting the change, Nan Yue carefully put it into a separate interlayer, insisting on giving commemorative significance to the two ordinary small banknotes.

Outside the cubicle, a heterosexual couple was arguing not far from the entrance.

The woman raised her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows: "Will dyeing your hair one day later kill you? You don't take this kind of photos that you keep for a lifetime seriously!"

The man's hair gradually changed from blue to purple, begging for mercy.

"I said it would be troublesome to go to the photo studio to take pictures of you first, but then come to the Civil Affairs Bureau to take pictures of you and do this kind of nonsense." The woman's eyes slowly turned red, "Who would dye their hair in colorful colors to take ID photos? Take marriage as a matter of fact and ignore it at all.”

Jiang Jingbai happened to pass by them, and he heard the latter part clearly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a few small golden hairs on his forehead, and his heart skipped a beat.

Before Jiang Jingbai had any thoughts, a big hand covered the top of his head, and patted him gently soothingly.

"That's not the case," Nan Yue said in a deep voice, looking ahead, "You look so good-looking."

The author has something to say: Nan Yue: You are a golden retriever, my old dog, and the golden retriever will walk away all his life, hugging his wife and never letting go.

Jiang Jingbai (turning over the script): Are you starting to get the license?Is that about to consider divorce?

Nan Yue (press and hold the script): QAQ no!No!impossible! !We will not divorce! !

As I wrote this, I suddenly remembered that the name of the combination of Boss Jiang and Old Dog Nan just happened to be called Golden Retriever Gouzi hahahahaha