Mr. always refuses to divorce

The pudding is stacked with a moderate amount of jelly mousse, and the fresh large translucent fruit is adorned on the side. They are all placed in a small mason jar that is popular nowadays, and there is a pastoral-style thin braided rope around the mouth of the jar. , perfectly caters to the preferences of color control people.

These are desserts from the old grandmother's bakery. Nanyue bought a lot for Jiang Jingbai, sometimes they brought them home at night, and sometimes they sent them to the flower shop.

But the one delivered today is obviously not enough for others to soak up. The pudding is unique and small, and it is just right to hold it with one hand. There are four servings in a box. Peach and mango each occupy two cups, both of which are Jiang Jingbai's favorite flavors. I didn't take others into consideration like the previous two times.

Lin Jiajia stared at the juicy and plump mangoes with her chin and said greedily, "Your husband has changed, has he drifted away? When you see that you are firmly trapped, you will look down on our helpless little helpers." .”

Jiang Jingbai swept the pudding cups one by one, and the last words Miss Special Assistant said to Nanyue before she found him could not help but echo in his ears.

I'm afraid Nanyue didn't want to exclude Jiang Jingbai's friends, but the bakery only had enough time to make small portions of Jiang Jingbai's favorites first, and deliver the puddings in a hurry.

He put down the lid of the carton, rolled his eyes and smiled slightly.

Could it be that Nan Yue was seriously worried that he would leave in a huff of "I don't listen, I don't listen"?

Lin Jiajia has read countless resources. Even so, she didn't expect Jiang Jingbai to send flowers at noon. Hearing the other party laughed, Lin Jiajia thought that Jiang Jingbai was made happy by Nan Yue's little move again, and smacked his lips like a smile. Non-smile.

"Here you are." Jiang Jingbai took out the mango flavor she wanted and pushed it to Lin Jiajia.

Lin Jiajia couldn't move her lips anymore, and was exaggeratedly grateful to Dade for bringing it over. While unsealing the Mason jar, she said a few nice words for Nan Yue, who was in charge of paying the bill: "Bai Bai is a good marriage, my husband is tall and handsome, and he is very charming Son, although he is not a rich man with a lot of money, he is still a top potential stock in the elite class."

Jiang Jingbai was immediately stabbed deeply by certain words in her words.

"More importantly, he is willing to spend money for you in order to make you happy. There is a saying, 'A man who is willing to spend money for you does not necessarily love you, and a man who is not willing to spend money for you must not love you '." Lin Jiajia dug a large spoonful of pudding and bit it into her mouth. The dense and delicate sweet taste captured every inch of her taste buds. After eating so much, she didn't pay attention to Jiang Jingbai's sudden eye movement, "Don't think it's just inconspicuous The small snacks, the meaning contained in them is very big, which means that you have weight in Nan Yue's heart."

Lin Jiajia swallowed the pudding, it was so delicious that she wanted to cry: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that the dim sum is unremarkable, but after one bite, there is a fragrance on the lips and teeth, full of the smell of anti-counterfeiting ink."

Anti-counterfeiting ink is a special ink for printing RMB.

The desserts in the old grandmother’s bakery are not picky, but they are expensive. Lin Jiajia, who is used to spending money, is reluctant to buy them often. Every time she asks Jiang Jingbai to eat the desserts ordered by Nanyue, she has to speak for them. wave.

Lin Jiajia's boasting can only reach this level, and her boasting is just a slight difference in the choice of words, and the main idea remains the same.

Jiang Jingbai had heard her say similar things before, and at that time he was only amused by Lin Jiajia's exaggerated tone of jokes, but now he heard it, and the feeling was completely different.

Lin Jiajia finished her routine work, and after eating two bites of pudding, she was no longer amazed by the taste. She bit the matching small spoon, and her eyes slipped to Jiang Jingbai's face: "What expression do you have? Do you think I've embarrassed you with my explanation? Give me more bonuses at the end of the month, I definitely don’t say that.”

Jiang Jingbai's facial expressions were managed at the passing level. As long as he was not subjected to shocks beyond the acceptable range, his facial expressions were not too flawed. But when Lin Jiajia raised his facial expressions, he subconsciously mobilized his facial features, trying to hide the strange emotions that were not obvious. On the contrary, Lin Jiajia saw his flaws.

Lin Jiajia stopped eating the pudding, and asked him with a frown, "Did something happen to you?"

Her thinking spread was excellent, and she was able to relate to what she was worried about at noon in the blink of an eye, and stood up straight: "You don't really find anything in Nanyue Company, do you???"

Lin Jiajia's strength is that her sixth sense is accurate enough, and nine times out of ten she can say something.

Jiang Jingbai glanced at the eyes of the other party who were filling up their firepower, then looked at the small pile of orders on the table, and made up an excuse to fool him.

Reasonable talk is one of the effective ways to relieve congestion, but he has other concerns.

One is that Lin Jiajia has a hot temper, is careless, and is easily impulsive. There are still a few orders in the store that Lin Jiajia will pick up.

The second is that Jiang Jingbai is really afraid of Lin Jiajia's imagination. He himself is trying his best not to think about it, and try not to let his emotions down too much. If Lin Jiajia thinks about it, say something to him, or have an evening talk for him Jiang Jingbai couldn't guarantee that he could maintain his normal state and deal with the affairs of the store patiently.

We should wait until we talk to Nanyue tonight before considering whether to tell Lin Jiajia about this matter.

Dispelling Lin Jiajia's suspicion, Jiang Jingbai secretly took two deep breaths, ate a peach-flavored pudding cup, and devoted himself to the rest of the work, not as efficient as usual, but orderly and without mistakes.

The online platform management of the flower shop is tied to Jiang Jingbai’s mobile phone. Before Lin Jiajia went to deliver the order in the afternoon, she replaced the pre-sale link of the Qixi Festival event and the pre-sale links of related packages on the store homepage. There are too many changes and frequent changes. The verification code of the general administrator.

Jiang Jingbai took out his phone, and his eyes paused after unlocking the screen.

After breaking through Nanyue's identity, he didn't have the mind to use his phone again. The phone interface still stayed on Nanyue's WeChat window, and the chat history was cut off at the question mark from Nanyue. In the input box at the bottom, there were three words "because of me" lying pitifully. words.

"Has the verification code not been sent yet?" Lin Jiajia asked when he saw that he was holding up his phone and not talking.

Jiang Jingbai regained his senses, pulled down the message bar, read out the number in the preview of unread messages, then hesitated to push the message bar up, staring at the chat window in a daze.

Jiang Jingbai was about to let out a sigh from his nasal cavity after suppressing his composure all afternoon, when Nanyue's name on the top of the window suddenly changed to "typing".

The four small white square characters flashed past Jiang Jing's white corner of his vision, and before he could move his eyes to look at them, they quickly returned to their original appearance.

Jiang Jingbai's eyes flickered, realizing what happened on the other side, he stared at the note name for a moment, and after a short silence, the words "typing" popped up again as expected.

Familiar wording speed, familiar input state that I don't know how many times in the afternoon.

Jiang Jingbai leaned over the counter, held the phone steady with his right hand, and unconsciously supported his forehead with his left hand, the turmoil in his heart that was eager to let go subsided instantly.

He raised his eyes and nodded with a smile to the frequent customers, and then looked back at the phone, with two curves remaining in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing another clumsy "typing" from the other side, Jiang Jingbai couldn't help laughing, clicked on the input box, deleted the message to send, and typed: [You are eating out tonight. ]

He vaguely remembered that Miss Special Assistant said that Nan Yue would meet with the person in charge of a certain real estate after the meeting. Since it was scheduled at this time, it must be to discuss cooperation at the dinner table.

[Well,] Nan Yue didn't deny it, [Do you have anything to eat? ]

This is to order food for him again.

Jiang Jingbai hurriedly typed on the keyboard: [No, there are still ingredients in the refrigerator at home, I want to cook some dishes I am used to. ]

Nan Yue reluctantly: [Okay. ]

Jiang Jingbai paused with his fingertips hanging in the air, but decided to finish typing the remaining sentence: [Drink less and be safe. ]

He often asked Nan Yue to pay attention to safety, but he never told Nan Yue to drink less when he was out, and Nan Yue would not let him pick him up when he came home late, so Jiang Jingbai always said, don't drink.

The difference between one word and the meaning is completely different.

Nanyue paused for a while, and replied briefly: [Wait for me to go back. ]

Jiang Jingbai silently read this small line twice: [OK. ]

This conversation was so commonplace that it was nothing new, but at the same time it stabilized the state of mind of the two of them.

It was getting late, and things in the store were almost done, Jiang Jingbai packed the things he had taken back to their original places, took off his floral apron, and prepared to go home.

He hung up the apron, and heard a shop assistant calling him: "The shop manager."

Jiang Jingbai turned his head, it was Liu Yuchen, she was troubled by her husband's congenital hidden disease, recently she lost a lot of weight, and looked even thinner.

"Do you know where there is a fast printing shop nearby?" Liu Yuchen asked, "I can't find it on the map."

"There isn't one nearby, but there is one opposite the back door of No. [-] Central South Campus, but it's a bit far away." Jiang Jingbai replied, "What do you want to print? If you're in a hurry, I can print it for you with the printer at home."

Liu Yuchen tugged at the folds on the corners of her clothes, and smiled: "I want to print out the divorce agreement, but I have to fill out the form at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I don't like to write, so I might as well print it out and take it with me."

It's not that I don't like writing, but I'm afraid that my heart will not be firm, and there will be changes at that time.

Jiang Jingbai kept looking at her, and didn't ask further: "Okay, send me a WeChat message, when do you want it?"

"Is it convenient tonight?" Liu Yuchen hesitated, "I rented a house in Sunshine City, and I passed by Yushui Apartment when I went back."

She is on the evening shift, and her husband has no class tomorrow morning, so she can just negotiate with him.

"Yes." Jiang Jingbai readily agreed.

The divorce agreement was in triplicate, Jiang Jingbai received the documents the first thing he did when he got home, printed the agreement, and put it on the coffee table in the living room, so that Liu Yuchen could pick it up after get off work.

Without the lively atmosphere of the flower shop, Jiang Jingbai couldn't calm down. He didn't take a shower to change his clothes after dinner, watered the flowers and grass, cleaned up, and tried to find something for himself.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was a sound of unlocking the door lock at the entrance.

Jiang Jingbai was hanging up the changed tablecloth to dry on the balcony, when he heard the sound of his heart beating violently, followed by the sound of the door being opened, he took a deep breath, and walked towards it.

Walking out of the living room, Jiang Jingbai couldn't help being slightly startled when he saw Geng Wenqing coming in with Nan Yue.

"Oh, student Xiaobai, I haven't seen you for a while." Geng Wen greeted him with a wave of his hand, his enthusiasm remained the same, "I brought you the Nanyue, and I will leave the rest to you."

As soon as Jiang Jingbai showed his face, his eyes were tightly locked by Nan Yue.

The eyes were so straightforward that he seemed to have known each other before. Jiang Jingbai took two steps closer and realized the smell of wine: "Have you been drinking?"

"I didn't, he drank." Geng Wen smiled and said, "Don't worry, he didn't drink as much as when we ate together last time, and he didn't run away from home."

Nan Yue has no good face like a fierce god outside. When he met Jiang Jingbai, he became flustered and became a dog in seconds. Before returning home, he went to Geng Wenqing to discuss countermeasures. He came up with a trick of "drinking strong and cowardly".

Half drunk and half awake, the cerebral cortex is hyperactive, and there is no shortage of rationality, so if you have anything to say, just speak out boldly.

Nan Yue had no defenses against Jiang Jingbai at all, as long as Jiang Jingbai could ask a question, his ten-year background would be more fluent than when he was extremely rational.

It is reasonable to say that it is very reliable.

Jiang Jingbai also saw that Nan Yue's state was much better than the last time he was drunk, but he was still drunk after all.

After Nan Yue finished changing his shoes, he pointed at the other person. Nan Yue lowered his head and took a look. He silently began to unbutton and take off his clothes, and obediently handed the coat to Jiang Jingbai.

Geng Wenqing also never expected to be choked as soon as he entered the door. He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled again: "Then what, I'll borrow the toilet and leave. You two don't mind me." After speaking, he walked into the side bathroom.

Jiang Jingbai took off his coat, and said to Nan Yue, "Go and sit on the sofa first, and I'll pour you a glass of water later."

Nan Yue nodded, walked past Jiang Jingbai, then backed away, raised his hand to grab Jiang Jingbai's tied hair, gently pulled out a lock of hair that was wrapped under the rubber band, then turned and continued walking into the living room.

Jiang Jingbai touched the back of his head, turned his head to look at the man's back, shook his head with a silent smile, smoothed the shoulder sleeves of his coat, hung it in the wardrobe in the entrance hall, and then entered the living room.

Nan Yue was standing in front of the coffee table, but unexpectedly did not sit on the sofa.

He was looking down at the few pages of paper spread out on the coffee table, but when he heard Jiang Jingbai approaching, he turned his eyes to look at him, and slightly turned his body in the opposite direction.

The moment Nan Yue cast a glance, Jiang Jingbai saw in a trance that something seemed wrong with his eyes, and there was a strange light in his deep, dark eyes, which was different from the light after he was drunk.

Jiang Jingbai walked behind him: "Why don't you sit down?"

Nan Yue still turned his back to him and said nothing.

All right, what's going on?He looked sober, not completely drunk.

Jiang Jingbai leaned his body, tilted his head to look at him: "Nan Yue?" He called out and lightly touched the other's arm with his hand.

Just as Jiang Jingbai's fingertips touched Nan Yue's shirt, the man suddenly turned around and pulled him into his arms vigorously.

Jiang Jingbai was caught off guard and was taken aback.

He clearly felt that Nanyue's entire face was buried in his neck. This posture... was subtly similar to the movements of the two of them when they woke up early every morning.

Nan Yue remained silent.

Jiang Jingbai was confused, but still tentatively raised his hand slowly, patting Nanyue's solid back: "What's wrong with you?"

After asking for a while, Nan Yue said in a deep voice: "No."

No?

Hanging on Jiang Jingbai's shoulders is a tall man of several 1.9 meters tall, with the mellow smell of wine lingering on the tip of his nose, he still doesn't understand these two words.

Fortunately, Nan Yue didn't stop here, and continued: "You can't."

he can not?

The more he talked about Jiang Jingbai, the more confused he became.

He heard Nan Yue nestled on his shoulder and took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse several times, locking him even tighter: "...you can't divorce me."

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

Jiang Jingbai: "??????"

The author has something to say: Nan Yue: No divorce, absolutely not.

Jiang Jingbai:? ? ?Did I say something? ? ?