Mr. always refuses to divorce

After comprehending this level, Jiang Jingbai suddenly remembered a male classmate with whom he had a good relationship in high school.

The boy is a local, and his family is an Internet cafe. He may have heard it from a young age. Boys play games with their own boss buffs. Parents are afraid that he will become addicted. The time limit is very tight. As a result, puberty refuses to accept control, and he bottoms out. He often plays games on weekends. The head of the cram school went out with friends to start the machine and sit together.

Of course, the boy dare not get too close to his own Internet cafe, and runs at least three blocks away every time, but he is also unlucky. One day his business is so good that there are no empty planes, an old regular customer goes to the Internet cafe he is in, and turns around Just tell his father, your computer configuration is so high, why does your son have to go to other people's house to play games.

His father was so angry that he was beaten up that night. The boy complained to Jiang Jingbai in class the next day, saying that his father also called him a prodigal, not economically wise, and rushed to send money to other people's homes.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't help laughing when he heard it at that time, and thought that there was nothing wrong with his father's "giving money", but now he heard Nan Yue's "family provides conditions", and his heart suddenly became a little complicated.

Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the truth.

The film and television base has a group of professionals. Even if no one rents a shed for filming, daily maintenance needs to be paid. If you leave the ready-made ones and go to other sheds to cooperate, what do you think is wrong.

Jiang Jingbai didn't struggle with whether he was right or wrong for long. The "reward" Nan Yue gave him hit the bull's-eye, and it was extremely lethal. The recognition and support for Jiang Jingbai's little hobbies had clearly reached the maximum. Supply is more deadly, comparable to penetrating real damage that ignores defense.

Jiang Jingbai's films are mostly on location, which is convenient for the photographer to use the telephoto lens to highlight the atmosphere in the original work, and it is also convenient for the imagination to be used when editing the film later. However, the cost of studio shooting is high, and the number of times is relatively small.

Nan Yue said that he could go to the base to learn about the situation of the studio when he had time. Jiang Jingbai was full of enthusiasm and responded, and had no real plan to call to check the location.

The two packed up and sat on the bed, Jiang Jingbai played with his mobile phone for a while as usual, Nan Yue silently looked at a book he had been reading for a while beside him, it was densely packed with words, very thick, like a brick.

Jiang Jingbai was holding the phone, his eyes fell on the screen, his eyes were more focused than Nan Yue who was reading a book.

The headline of the page is bold and eye-catching: [Boyfriend is more mature, what gift to give him on his birthday will make him happier? ]

After all, Jiang Jingbai couldn't accept the big gift in the cloakroom with peace of mind. He also wanted to make Nan Yue happy. When the two were still kissing and hugging in the kitchen, he began to think about what to give in return.

It's a community-based question-and-answer platform that's a bit more reliable than the (outdated) gift lists for mature men online.

The reply with the highest number of likes is very long, but it can be perfectly summed up in eight words: Prescribe the right medicine and do what you like.

It was so simple to say that Jiang Jingbai was stumped at once.

Aside from work, Jiang Jingbai has only seen Nan Yue browse the news on his mobile phone or computer, or just like now, he would pull out a book from the bookshelf before going to bed, sit beside him and read it quietly, and when the time was almost up, he would turn off the light and put his arms around Jiang Jingbai Lie down, or get tired of crooked or simply talk, day after day, "monotonous" is not an exaggeration to describe Nan Yue's living habits.

Discovering a hobby in a man with no particular preference, Jiang Jingbai thought about it secretly, feeling that he was making things difficult for him.

He considered it seriously, and didn't notice that Nan Yue turned a page of the book and glanced at him.

Nan Yue could notice that Jiang Jingbai's behavior was not normal after he went to bed. The other party's bones were a little lazy. Every night when he sat at the head of the bed, he would unconsciously bow his back and slowly lean on the pillow. If he saw something interesting He would stick to Nan Yue's arm and share with him. He never deliberately kept a "safe distance" from Nan Yue like tonight.

What he did with this small gesture was like sticking "I don't want Nan Yue to find out what I'm looking at" on his forehead.

Combining with Jiang Jingbai's temper, Nan Yue knew exactly what he was thinking about in his head, and pretended not to know it on the surface: "Why are you looking so focused?"

Jiang Jingbai followed the sound to look at him, and Nan Yue turned his eyes away from the page, and turned his head to meet Jiang Jingbai's gaze.

Nan Yue originally thought that the other party would tell a few lies to prevaricate, but Jiang Jingbai put aside the phone, rolled over, and hugged his left arm directly: "Nan Yue, is there anything you particularly want?"

Nan Yue looked down at him, Jiang Jingbai looked at him without blinking, waiting for an answer.

Very good, I learned to communicate with Nan Yue about things that I can't figure out, at least it's much better than trying to figure it out by myself.

Nan Yue didn't intend to reverse the "preoccupation" in his emotional cognition all at once, not to let Jiang Jingbai give him something, and the other party's little carelessness may not know when it will stop.

He didn't evade Jiang Jingbai's question, and gave a very definite answer: "Cuff buttons."

Cuff button, Jiang Jingbai said it silently in his heart. He had come into contact with this term when he was out of cosplay, and he was half familiar with it and half unfamiliar with it.

Cufflinks are mostly used on formal shirts, and are recognized as the most elegant and noble French shirts. Most of the common shirt styles on the market are modified from American styles. The cuffs are all ordinary button designs, and cufflinks are not used. Such a stylish little accessory.

Jiang Jingbai thought for a while, but he didn't remember Nan Yue wearing a French shirt that required cuff buttons in front of him.

"You seem to prefer shirts with buttons on the cuffs," he asked uncertainly. "Do you really want cuff buttons?"

Nan Yue made a "hmm" sound, continued to flip through the book, and reminded him: "Cufflinks are generally difficult to put on by yourself."

Jiang Jingbai was taken aback when he heard the words.

On the one hand, this sentence explained why Nan Yue seldom chose French shirts, and on the other hand, it also gave Jiang Jingbai a hint.

"A modern man who often wears cufflinks, there is a high probability that behind him is a wife who is willing to take the time to tidy his cuffs every morning," Nan Yue said, turning his eyes to Jiang Jingbai, "or sir."

He spoke at a moderate speed, with a cold tone, every word fell into Jiang Jingbai's heart, causing several ripples in an instant.

Jiang Jingbai was amused by his way of expressing that he would take turns: "Do you want cufflinks, or do you want me to tidy up your clothes every morning?"

Nan Yue also smiled, reached out and stroked his lower lip for a moment, but did not answer.

Jiang Jingbai leaned on Nan Yue's shoulder halfway, and seriously searched for the brand information of cufflinks.

The tip of the nose is full of the young man's own body fragrance and the warm and refreshing smell after the bath. Nanyue is pressed against him so closely that it is really difficult to digest the sentences in the book calmly, so he simply closes the cover and reads it with him.

Jiang Jingbai found that this website only summarizes brand information and related quotations. The layout of the webpage is simple. Clicking on it will filter the conditions. He checked the men's cufflinks and listed rows of product parameters and official prices at the bottom.

Jiang Jingbai looked at the design styles of several brands separately, asked Nan Yue for suggestions, and finally finalized two of them for the time being, and planned to visit the physical counters when he had time to make a decision.

After choosing the cufflinks, Nan Yue raised his hand and pointed to the time displayed on the upper right corner of the phone screen.

It's past 10:30.

Jiang Jingbai consciously put the phone on the bedside table, lay down obediently under the quilt, and waited for Nan Yue to turn off the light, then turned over and rolled onto the man's chest.

This time, Nan Yue didn't caress and pat his shoulder blades, nor was he indifferent to his outstretched arms.

Just as Jiang Jingbai smelled the scent of verbal education, Nan Yue pinched the back of his neck with his hands, and grabbed him out of his arms gently and irresistibly.

Jiang Jingbai blinked in the dim room, unable to see Nan Yue's face clearly, only judging from the warm breath sprayed on his face, the man's face was very close to him.

"You think the things I prepared are too heavy, don't you?" Nan Yue whispered to him.

Jiang Jingbai moved under the blanket and adjusted his posture. His ankles touched Nan Yue's body, and Nan Yue slightly opened the gap between his two calves for him to pass his feet through.

The four long legs are snuggling and intertwined under the quilt, which is more harmonious and intimate than the face-to-face conversation with the chest up.

The fabric of summer pajamas is thin and slippery, and Jiang Jingbai's trousers would inevitably rise up for a short while lying down, and half of his calf was sticking to the Nanmao, and he could feel the soft touch just by sticking to it.

"I give it to you because I can." Nan Yue kissed the tip of his nose and said patiently, "If I am not even willing to do what I am capable of doing for you, then I am not qualified to let you Hold me like this now."

Jiang Jingbai's hand was still hooked on Nan Yue's waist, and he pinched the corner of Nan Yue's clothes.

Nan Yue shook the restless hand on his waist, pinched his knuckles and played with it: "You have done well enough, there is no need to use me as a benchmark."

When the two searched for cuff button brands together, Jiang Jingbai couldn't help but glance at the six-figure starting price in the front row. He knew that it was nothing to Nan Yue, and wanted to give him better ones, but Nan Yue, on the other hand, showed a lack of interest and refused to give him a chance to turn up.

In the matter of returning the gift, Jiang Jingbai was definitely unwilling to use Nan Yue's money, and with his financial strength, Nan Yue was also unwilling to let Jiang Jingbai buy too expensive things.

To put it simply, they are both willing to give unreservedly for each other, but Jiang Jingbai only has ten pieces of candy, and Nan Yue has just opened a candy factory.

After Nan Yue finished speaking, he was afraid that the capital gap would make Jiang Jingbai feel uncomfortable, so he subconsciously wanted to make up for it, but couldn't find the right words for a while, so he could only clumsily hold Jiang Jingbai's hand tighter, staring at the dim light in front of him. Blurred outlines in .

Jiang Jingbai understood what the other party meant, and he smiled helplessly when his hands were clenched. He raised his chin and brought it close to Nan Yue's mouth, keeping a distance between kissing and not kissing: "It's not that you have prepared too many surprises, one after another, if you don't I'm embarrassed to do something."

Starting from the hotel that suddenly appeared in City G, the astonishment became more and more terrible every time.

"This is my problem." Nan Yue didn't go to kiss him, stretched out his hand to caress the side of Jiang Jing's white face, and said frankly, "If you don't do this, I'm afraid that my usual indifferent attitude will make you misunderstand yourself like before. Not important enough."

Jiang Jingbai may not have noticed it himself. When he looked at Nan Yue, his eyes were full of warm light. When he encountered interesting things and tasted delicious food, he would share everything with Nan Yue, even Nan Yue. Most of the inconspicuous small items were bought by Jiang Jingbai. Even if the two work separately during the day, Nan Yue can feel that he has not been forgotten by the other party.

Nan Yue can't exude the breath of "I like you very much" in every aspect of daily life like him, so he can only express it in other ways.

In the end, these were all his unintelligent displays of affection.