Mr. always refuses to divorce

Jiang Jingbai hummed a long steam whistle in his head, and the hot steam was about to burst out from the top of his head.

Nan Yue adjusted the temperature of the water, tried it on the back of his hand, and then officially poured water into the bathtub, and the warm stream fell down. When Nan Yue turned around, he saw Jiang Jingbai's back to the wall mirror, his face and neck flushed.

He originally thought that he had just touched his ass and bullied him into embarrassment, but then he gave Jiang Jingbai a glance, and vaguely understood the outline of the old model train in Jiang Jingbai's heart.

Nan Yue's eyes paused slightly, and he stepped forward to undo the first button on Jiang Jingbai's chest.

Jiang Jingbai's face was tense for a moment, half of the collarbone exposed at the edge of the neckline had a deep shape, he lowered his eyes to stare at Nan Yue's fingers, his eyelashes fluttered up and down, feeling as if he was facing a big enemy in his heart, but he was taut and did not move.

Nan Yue was scratched by those two eyelashes so much that he wanted to laugh, he unbuttoned the button without continuing, and withdrew his hands and said, "You wash first."

After speaking, the mascara settled down.

Nan Yue didn't scare him too much, pulled out the clothes basket, pushed the door open and left.

The hot water in the bathtub was less than half full, and the water vapor was competing to transpire, and the corner of the bathroom was foggy and hazy.

Jiang Jingbai stood alone by the mist, his eyes widened and he aimed at the closed sliding door, he couldn't believe that the man who shot him with a gun while holding him just left.

He raised his hand and wiped his face that had become significantly warmer, took off his clothes and threw them into the clothes basket, turned on the shower outside to wash his hair and took a shower before taking a bath, buried in the bathtub, and was still reviewing his mental journey just now.

Before Jiang Jingbai finished his review, Nan Yue knocked on the door outside, and the voice came through the door vaguely: "Put your clothes outside for you."

It's his pajamas and...underpants.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't imagine the scene of Nan Yue picking out underwear for himself, so he answered vaguely, his chin was not under the water, and "Gulu" spat out a bubble.

The bath time should not be too long, Jiang Jingbai soaked for about ten minutes before the water came out.

The change of clothes that Nan Yue brought was neatly stacked on the shelf in the outer room, Jiang Jingbai poked his head out from the crack of the bathroom door after changing, to see if Nan Yue had used the bathroom near the entrance.

Nan Yue sat on the sofa in the master bedroom, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sculpture, still dressed in a suit and shirt.

Although Jiang Jingbai could only see the man's sharp side face, he could feel that the other party was really in a good mood tonight.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Nan Yue turned to look at him, got up without Jiang Jingbai's opening, took clothes from the closet, went into the bathroom, passed behind Jiang Jingbai who was about to blow his hair, and leaned over to kiss his face.

You can't take a bath after drinking, Nan Yue washed very quickly, and when he came out, Jiang Jingbai was squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

Nan Yue stopped and moved the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He took the toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Just as he put the cup back to its original place, Jiang Jingbai handed over the towel again.

Nan Yue didn't answer this time, and tilted his head to quietly stare at Jiang Jingbai who was subconsciously making a gesture of congratulations, and directly wiped off the water stains around his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jiang Jingbai was stunned for the first time when he saw Nanyue being so careless: "No towels?"

Nan Yue didn't answer, took the towel from Jiang Jingbai's hand after wiping off the water, shook it flat and hung it on the shelf.

Jiang Jingbai didn't know why.

Nan Yue asked, "Didn't you understand?"

What he said in the living room was very difficult for Nan Yue.

Jiang Jingbai realized what he should understand, and rolled his eyes slightly, unable to get away from Nan Yue's scrutiny, he licked his lips, and defended himself without confidence: "...it's nothing ah.."

Squeeze toothpaste and pass a towel, which is not inconsistent with Nan Yue's advice.

Nan Yue's eyes were deep and he didn't say a word.

It doesn't matter what you do, the key is that Jiang Jingbai's motives are obviously influenced by those ten years.

Jiang Jingbai was seen as lacking in confidence by him, and said with a guilty conscience: "Okay, I understand, I will pay attention next time."

And next time?

Nan Yue raised his eyebrows.

After Jiang Jingbai finished speaking, he also realized the loophole in the words, smiled at him coquettishly, turned off the light in the bathroom inside and was about to go out, trying to get away with it.

Before he pressed his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom, Nan Yue grabbed his waist first.

Jiang Jingbai's feet were suspended in the air for only a few seconds, and by the time he realized it, he had already sat on the table at the side of the sink.

Summer pajamas are made of light and thin materials, and the uncleaned water splashed on the table penetrates into the pajama pants, immediately cooling the skin there.

Wet the clothes he wore for sleeping, Jiang Jingbai instinctively wanted to play it down.

Nan Yue didn't give him a chance, his waist and hips forcefully squeezed his legs away, leaned over to cover Jiang Jingbai's lips, and at the same time blocked Jiang Jingbai's way out.

Jiang Jingbai was forced to hold his head up to bear the ferocious beating from the man, the saliva that was too late to swallow made a wet and erotic sound in the twisting, a little bright silk was brought out of the soft and tender hinterland, and the corners of his lips were dyed Extra moist.

The turrets of the two fortresses ignited the fuses one after another, and the muzzles of the guns were tightly connected, and they faced each other fiercely. In terms of momentum, it was obvious that the active position had an overwhelming advantage.

Nan Yue was very restrained in kissing, but unfortunately the battle line was too long, the root of Jiang Jing's white tongue gradually became sore and weak, it was all up to the man to take him to suck it back and forth.

Kissing and kissing, the movements of the limbs of the two gradually became dishonest.

Jiang Jingbai is a three-good student brought out by Nan Yue, and the theoretical courses have been practiced by the teacher.

At first, the water on the countertop next to the sink seeped into his pants, but after a while, Jiang Jingbai became the most flowing water source in the whole room, and the place where he rubbed it was wet and shiny.

At the end of the kiss, Jiang Jingbai put his arms around Nan Yue's shoulders, and suddenly thought of a Dou Tu emoji seen in the group.

A white cat was pressed into the stainless steel basin under the faucet, looking at the owner by the pool in shock, with the words: Why does this bath seem to be the same as washing vegetables as you usually do?

Jiang Jingbai felt that expression was very similar to his and Nan Yue's current state, and he, this little vegetable, had cleaned himself up in advance.

The chef probably thought that the little green vegetable that had just been drained from the water hadn’t grown yet, so he made preparations with ease, until the root of the vegetable was unbearable to handle, and shyly softened, then he scooped the vegetable into his arms and sent it to A chopping board that can move real knives.

Jiang Jingbai lay down on the bed, puffed out his chest and said to Nanyue: "The front of you...is deliberately pretending."

In the bathroom, he deliberately pretended that he didn't want to do anything, and deliberately unbuttoned him to tease him.

Nan Yue didn't refute, and stretched out his hand to cover the palm that was casually placed by his ear, with his fingers embedded in the gap between his weak fingers: "Are you not afraid of that place?"

In front of that mirror was the place where Jiang Jingbai was "tortured" for the first time.

Jiang Jing Baigujie was itchy from being ground by him, lying flushed all over under the shadow of Nan Yue, looking at him softly.

Nan Yue lightly pecked his forehead, waiting patiently for him to adjust his state.

Jiang Jingbai took two deep breaths, turned over promisingly and pushed Nan Yue down.

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The last time I was close to success in the hotel, with the lessons learned from the past and the bedding on the sofa in the living room, the fierce battle tonight was also crying and crying.

Jiang Jingbai's hands and feet were convulsed, and his whole body was trembling and numb. Sometimes he felt that he was the rider of a fierce horse, and sometimes he felt that he was a pony being controlled and controlled by him. The feeling was painful, refreshing and exciting. Specific description.

It's embarrassing to say that Jiang Jingbai was so dazed that he passed out for a short time. He was carried into the bathroom by Nan Yue and cleaned up before slowly waking up. He went back to bed and slept with his head covered and refused to look at him. People dug into their arms.

Early the next morning, Jiang Jingbai was still nestling on the opponent's chest.

The reason why he was not hung up like a big dog guarding food was entirely because Nan Yue woke up before him.

The back of Jiang Jingbai's waist was pinched gently by Nan Yue, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he accepted a good morning kiss on the brow.

Jiang Jingbai wanted to say goodbye to him, but Nanyue pressed him too comfortably, Jiang Jingbai was still sleepy, opened his mouth and yawned lightly, and even wanted to stretch himself.

Nan Yue let out a low laugh, his eyes revealed a rare softness under the confusing indoor light.

Hearing his smile, Jiang Jingbai simply stretched out his hand to him, covering his suspicion of stretching his body by hugging his neck: "Morning."

Nan Yue hugged him, pretending not to notice that he was stretching secretly.

Jiang Jingbai pressed his face to his face: "What time is it?"

"Twenty past seven." Nan Yue replied.

Jiang Jingbai whispered "Mmm" in his ear: "Are you going to get up?"

"Well," Nan Yue's lips rubbed against his temples, "you sleep a little longer."

Jiang Jingbai was so exhausted in his bones that he really didn't want to think about it. He let go of Nanyue and let him go free. He crouched under the quilt and watched the man get off the bed.

Nan Yue deliberately opened the door of the bathroom, the rhythm of the water flow was neither too fast nor too slow, Jiang Jingbai could hear it clearly while lying on the bed.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, he caught sight of a light flashing on the low cabinet next to Nan Yue's bed from the corner of his eye. It was Nan Yue's mobile phone, and he didn't intend to turn it off for a short time, it seemed to be a phone.

Before going home, Nan Yue turned the volume down on purpose, completely treating the conversation with Jiang Jingbai as an important meeting, but after the conversation, the two of them rolled onto the bed, and Nan Yue didn't bother to turn the ring back.

Jiang Jingbai leaned forward, leaning over with a quilt over his shoulders.

It was really a phone call, and there were three familiar words on the caller ID.

"Nan Yue," Jiang Jingbai called out from the air, "Geng Wenqing called you again."

Nan Yue spat out the mouthwash: "Just pick it up, you don't need to come over."

Jiang Jingbai was already planning to send him his mobile phone, but when he heard Nan Yue's words, he froze with his half-protruded legs.

It's normal for family members to help answer the phone, but...

"Forget it, maybe it's about work." Jiang Jingbai also heard last night that Geng Wenqing and Nanyue still have a subordinate relationship.

Nan Yue asked indifferently: "Is there a difference?"

Whether public or private, he can know.

I was afraid of being exposed before, but now I have said what I should say, there is nothing to worry about, and this call from Geng Wenqing must be to test whether Nan Yue is cool or not.

Jiang Jingbai opened his mouth, then closed the corners of his mouth.

He connected the phone and turned on the speakerphone, so that Nan Yue could hear him in the bathroom.

Geng Wenqing got straight to the point, with a trembling voice: "Brother, today... have you seen the grandchildren from Xinyang Media?"

He really didn't sincerely call in the early morning for two consecutive days. Yesterday was an emergency, and today is the same. If Nan Yue's conversation with Jiang Jingbai collapsed last night, then Geng Wenqing will definitely take care of the original meeting arrangement in the morning. I have to help Nan Yue figure out how to persuade him to come back.

Jiang Jingbai looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Nan Yue replied far away: "See you."

Jiang Jingbai relayed on his behalf: "He said see you."

Geng Wenqing paused at that point, and quickly laughed: "Oh, I was startled, I said why the voice of that old man Nanyue suddenly became so gentle, it turned out to be Xiaobaibai."

Jiang Jingbai's ability to help Nanyue answer the phone, this hint is clear enough, Geng Wenqing really laughed.

He chatted with Jiang Jingbai a few words, and hung up the phone in time, for fear of disturbing the young couple too much time, Nan Yue brought a bone-chopping knife to chop him.

At the end of the call, Jiang Jingbai asked Nan Yue who came out to change clothes: "Can you turn off the silent mode for you?"

Geng Wenqing said on the phone that he had sent several text messages to Nan Yue last night, but Nan Yue couldn't hear the voice, so naturally he didn't pay attention.

"Okay." Nan Yue opened the wardrobe and responded.

Jiang Jingbai pulled down the status bar, and was about to click on the corresponding sign with his fingertips, but was attracted by a notification in the lower area.

The content of the notification is a new forwarding reminder on Weibo.

[Dameijiang’s wig gentleman: Hahahahaha brother, you always say this in every comment, when can you change it? ? @万里无云: Hard work. //@coser Qianjiang: ... (summary of summer festival signings) ...]

Jiang Jingbai was startled when he saw this, several thoughts popped into his mind.

Nan Yue plays Weibo?Nan Yue still followed him?Does anyone among his fans pay attention to Nan Yue?

Nanyue's ID is... Wanli Wuyun? ? ?

The author has something to say: Geng Wenqing: It was the first time I won the popularity award in the comment area, and I was so moved that I almost shed tears, but I still want to say that I really left after going to the toilet. I really am not constipated cub.