Mr. always refuses to divorce

The main color of the cloakroom is a bright milky color, even if Jiang Jingbai did not turn on the small downlight embedded in the cabinet, the warm light pouring from the ceiling alone is enough to illuminate all the cabinets dazzlingly.

Against the clean and transparent milky white background, the rows of high-profile clothes in high-profile colors and styles are even more eye-catching.

Jiang Jingbai stood at the door in a daze, his hands still pressed on the switch, and it took him a long time to regain his composure. His eyes slowly moved in the closet closest to him, looking at the clothes neatly hung on the hangers.

They are all uniform C clothes, roughly divided into two categories based on ancient and modern times, the ancient style is on the left, and the modern is on the right, each occupying more than half of the wall space.

The built-in shoe cabinet facing the door is also not left behind, and even the multi-layered floor-to-ceiling rotating cabinets in the corners of the room are also placed with corresponding props of different sizes.

The whole room is no longer empty and desolate as in Jiang Jingbai's memory. Although the high and low cabinets have not been completely filled, it is already crowded and lively as it is now. It is impossible to grasp the key points at a glance. I just feel that it is everywhere. High energy warning.

Jiang Jingbai is too familiar with them, they are all the characters he has played in the circle, there are a lot of them, but they are exhaustive.

If it wasn't for Jiang Jingbai's small treasury in the first two years of his career, he often disposed of unused costumes and props online and offline after filming, and the C suits sold a while ago were far less than those in the closet, he would have doubted Nan Yue is the behind-the-scenes buyer who made a deal with him.

In fact, these C suit props are indeed not like the ones he sold second-hand.

Jiang Jingbai is used to the details, but the pattern on many fabrics cannot be forced, and special ordering is not a small expense. Ordinary studios are unwilling to make such high-cost clothes. It is difficult to find a manufacturer, and it is not easy to sell. It is impossible for Jiang Jingbai to disregard his own financial situation and have to spend money to order clothes that are exactly the same as the original. He must either find a print that is similar to the original, or choose a pure color material, and add it later after the shoot.

But the things in the closet now obviously don't mean to be ambiguous, including the lines on the accessories are very restored, the corners are polished and rounded, and the fineness is not at the same level as Jiang Jingbai's three-digit favorites.

This scene is amazing, it is heaven for any cosplayer.

Jiang Jingbai is a normal person, the uncontrollable ecstasy welling up in his blood is real. Thinking that these are the masterpieces secretly planned by Nan Yue, it is also true that he felt ashamed. Pitching and then rushing forward, the feelings in his heart were complicated and unspeakable, warm, sweet, sour, mixed together in a mess, bumping against his chest together with his heartbeat, so intense that his skin and bones were on the verge of breaking.

Regardless of whether there are unnecessary impurities mixed in that should not be there, it is always so happy that it is going crazy.

Jiang Jingbai didn't even bother to hang up the clothes in his hand, leaned the paper bag against the wall, turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

Nan Yue had already put away the knife, stood on the edge of the island with his head down, and quietly peeled off the tender red flesh.

On the surface, his heart is like an ancient well, but in fact, since Jiang Jingbai left the living room, he has been paying attention to the movement in the cloakroom. When he heard the sound of intensive footsteps coming from behind him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but follow the rhythm.

The good smell on the young man kept getting closer, and finally the distance was reduced to zero.

Nan Yue's shoulders were heavy, and Jiang Jingbai's back was thrown completely.

Jiang Jingbai trotted all the way this time, with great inertia, Nan Yue's feet didn't move, his upper body leaned forward, turned and stabilized.

"See it?" Nan Yue asked in a flat tone without looking back at him.

Jiang Jingbai put his arms around Nan Yue's neck, buried the lower half of his face in Nan Yue's shoulder, and nodded vigorously.

The side of Nan Yue's neck was tickled slightly by the opponent's breath, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Compared with remote control racing cars, which one do you prefer?"

This is the reward he said in the supermarket.

Jiang Jingbai folded his arms more tightly, his face was a little red, embarrassed and excited: "...Thank you."

His heart was beating so hard that Nan Yue could even vaguely feel the vibration frequency of Jiang Jingbai's chest on his back.

Nan Yue accepted his thanks, broke off a small piece of the whole grapefruit that had just peeled off the inner thin skin, and handed it to his right shoulder like feeding a small animal.

Jiang Jingbai's eyes focused on it, he raised his chin, opened his mouth to catch the fruit and put it next to Nan Yue's ear, and answered softly, "I like what you gave."

After answering, he bit into his mouth the grapefruit that was in front of him, and began to chew in small mouthfuls while lying on Nanyue's shoulder.

This answer was a good one, and directly attributed the decisive factor of liking or not to Nan Yue.

Nanyue was very useful, so he fed him another piece, and continued to peel off the remaining part with the humanoid pendant on his back.

"How do you know that I sold all those C clothes?" Jiang Jingbai asked him after swallowing.

There are so many sets in the cloakroom, obviously the preparations did not start in the last week, and the most important thing is that the few sets that Jiang Jingbai was not willing to sell were not included, which shows that Nan Yue knows the number of C suits left in his hand like the back of his hand.

Nan Yue explained: "I know your forum account."

There are several trading channels among cosers. The most convenient way to advertise is the community forums with high domestic traffic. In addition to creating a communication section to display feature films and interactive entertainment, cosers have also created a separate trading section. It is the sales information. Interested buyers and sellers can reply to the post with contact information, and discuss in private.

Before the prevalence of second-hand trading platforms, forums can be said to be the most convenient place to buy and sell.

Jiang Jingbai has been following group buying on forums, and has been in a hurry. There are a row of posts on the personal homepage. In order to alleviate the suspicion of buyers who are worried about being cheated, the reply record has no privacy permission, and anyone who clicks on it can see it. .

Nan Yue is so clear about Jiang Jingbai's situation, he must have seen his post on the forum.

"I originally wanted to buy it and keep it for you temporarily, but every time it was a step too late." Nan Yue said again.

Jiang Jingbai's price is good, the preservation is very good, it looks like a new one, and he is basically not an unpopular character, often someone finds the contact information not long after the post is opened, and when Nan Yue is busy with work, he notices the post, Jiang Jingbai has long been in the post. It is marked "out" on the back.

Jiang Jingbai only shows the characters he really likes. He chose to resell them in the past because of financial pressure. After his income became stable, he seldom sells them anymore. Keeping them is a souvenir.

Of course, Nan Yue knew that the things Jiang Jingbai sold were of commemorative significance, but others had already bought them and used them. He bought back the clothes and props that had passed through other people's hands. He is willing to let Jiang Jingbai touch things that other people have used.

Thinking of this, Nan Yue frowned slightly: "Why do you want to sell them?"

This "they" refers to the batch that Jiang Jingbai just sold some time ago.

Jiang Jingbai lowered his eyes, and the tip of his chin moved on Nan Yue's shoulder: "I'm afraid you don't like it."

Don’t look at the fact that many people on the Internet praise and praise the little brothers and sisters who play cosplay. In daily life, ordinary people who have entered the age group after 25 rarely accept this hobby sincerely. , It's a little uncomfortable to switch to myself.

It’s one thing to spend a lot of money and put in a lot of energy. On the other hand, there are too many indescribable people in the circle in recent years who are rushing to make money and promote. The perception is not good.

Nan Yue picked off the white network on the back of the flesh, listened to him explain in a warm voice in his ear, and finally said: "That's their problem, what does it have to do with you."

Jiang Jingbai tilted his head to look at Nan Yue's profile, and blinked.

Nan Yue noticed that he hesitated to speak, and turned to look at him.

"Because when we first met, you looked very..." Jiang Jingbai licked his lower lip, trying to find a suitable adjective that would not offend, "Decent, you have the feeling of an elder, and you don't seem to be able to accept this."

Nan Yue stopped peeling the grapefruit for a moment, helplessness appeared in his eyes.

After Jiang Jingbai finished speaking, he also noticed that there was something wrong. He wanted to change his old-fashioned thinking into a nicer word, and accidentally popped out the word "elder".

Jiang Jingbai shut up obediently, and buried the lower half of his face back, leaving only a pair of bright eyes aimed at Nan Yue.

It's no wonder that he used "elder" to describe Nan Yue, Nan Yue himself was older than him, and gave off a very mature and sophisticated impression. Jiang Jingbai was not so familiar with him at first, and always felt that the age difference between the two was far greater than the current age.

"Now?" Nan Yue was pleased by his eyes, and smiled lightly.

just now……

Nan Yue's fleeting smile was reflected in Jiang Jingbai's eyes, and he used his index finger to draw a small distance: "Occasionally...a little bit."

Although there is still a little bit, but the meaning has completely changed. It is no longer the restraint of the elderly, but the sense of peace of mind being taken care of by the elders, trustworthy and reliable.

Nan Yue got the answer, turned his face away, and unhurriedly peeled off the last piece of grapefruit.

Jiang Jingbai organized the words below, and was about to continue to answer, but Nan Yue said before him: "Raise your head."

Jiang Jingbai hesitated for a moment, and slowly rested his chin on Nan Yue's shoulder again.

The peel goes in the trash, and the pulp goes on top of the fruit bowl.

Nan Yue turned on the faucet, washed off the strong grapefruit smell from his hands, and took out a piece of kitchen paper to absorb the moisture.

Jiang Jingbai's eyes were attracted by the slender fingers with well-defined joints under the clean white paper towel. Before he had time to look for a few seconds, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes. Soon his lips were heavy, and something moist, hot and flexible slipped into the gap between his lips, sweeping them flexibly. After passing through the teeth, he drove straight into Huanglong, twisting Jiang Jingbai and refused to relax.

Jiang Jingbai was caught off guard, the air he sucked into his lungs was only half breathed, and within a moment he was dazzled and dizzy from being kissed, and started to lack oxygen. While trying to push the man away.

Nan Yue pinched his chin, not allowing him to retreat, turned around, and pulled Jiang Jingbai into his arms, until he sucked Jiang Jingbai until his fingertips and his legs trembled together.

Jiang Jingbai gasped violently, gasping for breath in one breath, his throat was dry and itchy from choking, and he coughed twice with wet and red eyes.

Nan Yue leaned against the island platform, wrapped his waist with one hand, and brushed away Jiang Jingbai's broken hair that had slipped to his forehead during the scuffle.

Jiang Jingbai raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't speak.

If the elders are like Nan Yue now, then it is really over.