Mr. always refuses to divorce

There were two teams standing in front of the weighing platform, and the working aunts moved swiftly. They took the dishes and weighed and sealed them in one go. They could leave the team with their things in less than 2 minutes after lining up left and right.

Jiang Jingbai held Nanyue's hand, watched the pattern made of plastic models on the opposite wall the whole time, and laughed so hard that his face became numb.

The aisles in the vegetable and fruit area are not spacious. When Nan Yue led him out, he bumped into a new customer again. Grinning, she snickered silently, walked back to Nan Yue's shoulder, and interlocked his palms again.

The shelves in the supermarket are carefully arranged. Vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs and fish are all on the inside. After buying ingredients, customers go to the cashier to check out and then pass through other areas. Many people will be stimulated to buy impromptu after seeing the discount signs. Items not planned.

Jiang Jingbai and Nanyue walked halfway, and there was an extra plate of bottled yogurt displayed on the sales promotion shelf.

It was the peak period of passenger flow in the supermarket. There were many people and they walked slowly. If there was a trolley passing by in front, the people behind had to stop and wait.

Jiang Jingbai looked at the promotional shelf next to him in the small gap of waiting. There were discounted children's toys on it. It was a miniature remote control racing car with bright colors, which looked quite cool.

He was looking at the text introduction on the packaging box, when a chubby little hand suddenly reached out and quickly hugged the racing car: "Mom, I want to buy it!"

It was a little boy, about five or six years old.

"Buy, buy, buy, what to buy!" The little boy's mother was very domineering, grabbed it and pushed it back to the shelf, "Is there anything missing from you at home? Count how many cars you already have. See you at a young age." If you love one, how can you get it when you grow up."

The mother's words were so interesting that Jiang Jingbai almost laughed out loud, and turned to face Nan Yue, preventing the mother and son from seeing his expression.

Nan Yue's smile was high, and he didn't have the urge to laugh at first, but when he saw Jiang Jingbai's eyes protruding from his small teeth, he unconsciously smiled along with him.

The little boy kicked his legs and was dishonestly stared at by his mother warningly. He looked up at the little racing car he was destined to never get, and struggled pitifully to resist.

Jiang Jingbai saw the longing in his eyes, lowered his voice and said to Nanyue: "When I was a child, I saw model cars sold in stores, and I couldn't walk like him. I obviously have them at home, but I still want new ones."

It's not just seeing one car and loving one, it's just the nature of children who are keen on new things.

Hearing this, Nan Yue looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Jingbai saw that his eyes were wrong, and shook Nan Yue's hand.

Without hiding anything, Nan Yue replied, "I thought you weren't interested in cars."

Jiang Jingbai doesn't know much about cars. The Macan he bought for Nan Yue was decided by a college friend who knows cars. He usually doesn't recognize the car logo or the model. Nan Yue really didn't expect that he would like to play with cars when he was a child. small toys.

"At that time, I was still young, and I liked to play a little bit." Jiang Jingbai knew what Nan Yue was referring to, and laughed again, "Don't laugh at me, I always thought that there was not much difference between a car and a car when I was young."

At that time, the cars were not electric, and other children had many different styles of toy models. At an age full of curiosity, they would naturally want to understand why they were different and what their names were.

But Jiang Jingbai only had one. He once plucked up the courage to ask his family if he could buy another one that looked more special. He was told that the toys were all the same. Seeing the most common scooter, he didn't know that they were sedans, race cars and off-road vehicles. In his eyes, they were all called cars. Later, Jiang Jingbai saw a lot of them, and he realized that there are so many kinds of cars after hearing other children's discussions.

Nan Yue still looked at him after listening, thoughtful.

Jiang Jingbai looked at him and raised his brow in puzzlement.

"Very sensible." Nan Yue received the question in his eyes and said.

I want it in my heart, but I don't want to mess around. This is very valuable for a child of that age, although it is a bit distressing to be sensible.

Nan Yue continued: "In the concept of family education, sensible and obedient children should be given appropriate rewards in a timely manner."

This is a misunderstanding that most parents will make. They can't bear the children at home to roll and squirm, and buy everything they want. After being rejected, the obedient children will get nothing.

Jiang Jingbai laughed "puchi", intentionally teasing him: "Then what do you want to reward me? Remote control racing car?"

The flow of people ahead began to move.

Nan Yue led him forward, raised the other hand that was not holding him, and squeezed lightly beside Jiang Jing's white face: "You don't need it now."

This was a topic about toys. Jiang Jingbai, who had already left the category of children, didn't pay much attention to it. He and Nan Yue went to the cashier to pay the bill, didn't stay outside much, and drove back home.

After dinner, Jiang Jingbai cleared the table, and Nan Yue went into the kitchen to cut up the grapefruit that he bought in the evening.

When Jiang Jingbai put the dishes into the dishwasher, Nan Yue pretended to be casual and asked him: "When are you going to move those costumes and props back home?" Now only the two sets that Jiang Jingbai brought to the Manga Exhibition are left at home. .

This problem came out of the blue.

Jiang Jingbai was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Nanyue in a daze, as if he was asking "Is that okay?"

Nan Yue looked at him with calm eyes, as if answering "Otherwise".

It's great to suddenly have the cloakroom of his dreams, but Jiang Jingbai still can't accept such a large amount of affection for granted at once. He is happy, and his heart still feels slightly suppressed.

He involuntarily approached Nan Yue, and thought about it: "Wait for another two days. When the store is not busy, I can bring it back during the day." One batch, there are not many left, I can do it by myself.”

Nan Yue prepared such a large cloakroom just to accommodate all of Jiang Jingbai's "equipment", but the cloakroom was fine, but his "equipment" had shrunk.

Nan Yue was not surprised by this at all, nodded slightly, and cut off the two ends of the grapefruit with a knife: "The clothes you brought to City G on the weekend have been delivered by the dry cleaner, and I don't know how to tidy them up. Go hang them yourself after you're done." good."

Jiang Jingbai prepared two sets during the exhibition, and only wore one set on the first day. The ancient costumes are made of exquisite materials, and they are easily deformed by hand washing. They were sent to the dry cleaner the next day after returning home.

Jiang Jingbai responded, cleaned up the island, and placed a medium-sized fruit plate by Nan Yue's hand to hold the peeled fruit for him.

The washed C suit was folded in a paper bag in the dry cleaner. Jiang Jingbai found it at the side of the wardrobe in the entrance according to what Nan Yue said, and carried it to the cloakroom together with another set of C suit in the master bedroom.

The last time I opened this door was the makeup test before the show. At that time, Jiang Jingbai thought he had caught the light of Nan Yue's "predecessor". He was excited and felt uncomfortable at the same time. Thinking about it now... I ate my own vinegar.

It was getting dark outside, and the cloakroom was also dark.

Jiang Jingbai reached out to the multi-control switches on the wall, and only pressed the two leftmost ones.

He had gained experience, and thought that he would not be surprised by the layout of the cloakroom this time, but when the lights came on, Jiang Jingbai stood still in place again, dumbfounded.

The cloakroom was exquisitely designed, with dazzling lighting, and everything was familiar to him in his memory.

Jiang Jingbai was mentally prepared for this glorious place, but his mental preparation was limited to the cloakroom itself, not including the full closet that was almost stuffed to the brim.

The author has something to say: The Cloakroom: I, Nicholas Cloakroom, will have a name starting today.