I'm going to remarry my wife today

"What did you do to me last night!"

"Huh?" Reluctantly opening his eyes, Jiang Nianshan felt as if his eyelids were covered with a layer of glue, and it was extremely sore. When he turned over, he saw Cheng Yuke standing by the bed with a murderous expression on his face. "What are you howling in the early morning..."

"Why do you still have the face to say I'm howling? See for yourself!" Cheng Yuke leaned over as she said that, leaned her fair neck, pulled the collar and stretched it out in front of her eyes, "How do you explain this strawberry?"

"What grass..." Jiang Nianshan was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but when she saw the red mark on her neck, she woke up instantly, "No, why don't I remember?"

"It's just you and me in this house, so it must be a ghost?"

Editor-in-Chief Cheng was obviously very angry, a kind of aboveboard sucking!Everyone is asleep, what kind of hero is he who takes advantage of others' danger?

"No... Did you get bitten by a mosquito?"

"Mosquito..." Cheng Yuke, who was still furious at first, was defeated by her divine logic, so she sat down on the bed as if discouraged, "That mosquito's mouth is really big..."

Cheng Yuke sleeps very well. In the past, fireworks and firecrackers were not banned during Chinese New Year. Every New Year’s Eve when firecrackers and firecrackers blared, her family would praise her for her sleep quality. This is in line with her good habit of waking up naturally. Combined, it became the key to her almost never being late.

So once she falls asleep, don't try to pull her out of the dream unless you do it.

If Jiang Nianshan wanted to take advantage of this moment to do something, she would have no idea at all, but considering how half-dead she was last night, the possibility of committing a crime is not very high.

"I think I accidentally made it in my dream last night. I'm sorry." Jiang Nianshan vaguely remembered that he had dreamed of some strange things, and after she reminded him, he really had some clues.But after all, he did something bad, so he tilted his head with a guilty conscience and dared not look at her.

"Hey...forget it, I think you are a first-time offender, so spare your life. What do you want for breakfast?"

If she really wanted to get entangled with the little strawberry mark, would she have to suck it back?No no no, forget it!

Cheng Yuke felt that mark at a loss, she always felt that this kind of thing was extremely childish.When I was in college, I saw many girls deliberately showing off the little strawberries planted by their boyfriends, and even complained to Jiang Nianshan. I didn't expect that they would be suddenly attacked at such a young age.

"Anything is fine, you can get whatever you want."

"Okay, then hurry up and tidy up. There is a new toothbrush in the drawer under the sink, and the face towel is in front of the mirror. You can see it when you go in." Cheng Yuke arranged all the things for her and went straight out. The door, toss her breakfast to go.

Jiang Nianshan should have known that her cooking attributes were a bit crooked. When she finished washing and moved out with her slippers on, she saw this man covering the mark on his neck with one hand and fighting with a pot of millet porridge with the other.

"What are you doing covering your hands at home, and no one is watching."

"Aren't you human?"

"Is it necessary? I haven't seen where you are?" Jiang Nianshan said calmly. When he walked over, he looked into the pot and almost didn't laugh. "Are you sure what you cook is millet porridge?" ?”

In the originally small pot, the ratio of water to rice was quite uncoordinated, bubbling and bubbling, and when it exploded, the water splashed, and there was a large sticky piece, which looked quite miserable.

"You——" Cheng Yuke didn't know what the reason was, her face flushed red, and you didn't see anything for a long time, so she simply gave up, "You can do what you want!"

Jiang Nianshan knows her virtues, even if she doesn't know how to pretend to be good at it, she simply doesn't want to be looked down upon by others, now that she is robbed of her job, she might become a sad frog in seconds, so she waved her hand and let her go Struggled to go.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of porridge was placed in front of her, and the maker brazenly called it "porridge".

"Drinking porridge the next day after a hangover is good for the stomach."

"But I think..."

"Huh?" Cheng Yuke raised her eyelids, and gave her a very rude gouging look, "You think I'm not doing well? Then don't drink it!"

Jiang Nianshan saw that she really stretched out her hand to grab it, so she quickly protected the bowl.After all, this is also a rare "Cheng Yuke-style concern", and now she is not qualified to ask for anything, and she is already satisfied with breakfast.So, ignoring that it was still steaming, he scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Unsurprisingly, he was scalded badly. He bit his lip annoyedly, and hissed for air.

"Is it hot?"

Seeing her smirk, Jiang Nianshan knew that he was being laughed at. He stared at her annoyedly, but nodded without making a sound.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

"No one wants to grab it."

In the end, under Cheng Yuke's watchful eyes, Jiang Nianshan obediently ate the big bowl of "porridge and rice", even a little bit suspicious of life. She had reason to think that the other party was doing it because of that little strawberry. deliberate revenge.

It was getting late, and she had no reason to stay any longer, not to mention that the company's shareholders' meeting had been postponed for one day for her, and if it was delayed, she would be gossiped by those old guys.

At the dressing stall, she saw Cheng Yuke sticking something on her neck, even though she was struggling to look in the mirror, her expression was quite ferocious.

"what are you doing?"

"Find a band-aid to cover this mark, otherwise, will you let me go out with it?"

If it's autumn and winter, she can barely wear a turtleneck sweater or something to cover it up, but in this summer, if she is not called crazy, it is the greatest kindness of passers-by to her.

"let me help you."

Although it is summer, Jiang Nianshan's hands are still cold, which has something to do with her physique, but she has never been sick a few times since she grew up, which makes people feel strange.

The cold fingertips touched Cheng Yuke's hot skin, which made her shrink back involuntarily.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Not afraid, conditioned reflex."

Compared with Cheng Yuke's ferocious face repeatedly sticking the glue on both sides to his hands, Jiang Nianshan's operation is much more convenient, and the small imprint can't be seen at all in a few strokes.

"Okay. But what are you doing when you go out? I remember you used to love staying at home, don't you?"

"Send it to you."

Jiang Nianshan stared with an incredulous expression on her face. Cheng Yuke was afraid that she would think too much, and even more afraid that she would misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained: "I mean, as a good friend, you have come here. Don't get me wrong."

"I know, don't worry, there is no misunderstanding, I will give you time." How could she not remember what she said last night, but Cheng Yuke's attitude made her fall into confusion again: did she get bored after all?

Although it was a gift, Editor-in-Chief Cheng used an extremely ridiculous method - taking the subway.

There was no other way, and it was impossible for her to drive thousands of kilometers to other places, so she entrusted the car to He Shiyuan, and it happened that there was still an empty garage in her house, so it would not waste resources to park it in.

There are a lot of people traveling on weekends, and the people in the subway station are enough to make people dizzy. Unexpectedly, the carriages are even more crowded, like sardine cans, and stop swinging back and forth as the car moves forward.

The most indispensable thing in summer is all kinds of strange smells. Some people don't like to clean. The smell from their bodies is like rotten sweet potatoes that have been fermented for several years, which makes people roll their eyes.

And such people would appear almost every few meters, making it impossible for anyone to escape.In such an environment, Jiang Nianshan clung to Cheng Yuke, wanting to rely on her scent to make him feel better,

"Did you know that you can easily be misunderstood like this?"

"But it's better than being smoked to death."

Cheng Yuke discovered early in the morning that this person has a good nose. Once she just stood with a male classmate for a while, the other party immediately smelled the smell of cigarettes on her body, and turned around and dragged her to confront him face to face. up.

Seeing that there were more and more people in the car, it was almost too crowded and there were still people rushing in, the person who was covered in stench naturally got closer.Jiang Nianshan looked at Cheng Yuke with a loveless expression on his face, obviously asking for help.

There was really no way, Cheng Yuke couldn't ignore that pitiful look in her eyes, so she sighed secretly, dragged the person to her side, and turned around to put between her and the source of the smell.But with so many people in the car, how much space can there be between the two?

"Can you stand?" Jiang Nianshan saw that she was so crowded that she had to stand on tiptoe, and was a little worried that she would fall out when the car stopped, but after looking at the crowds in the car, no matter what, even if There are so many natural human flesh cushions after falling.

"Stand."

So sometimes people can't talk too much, and before Cheng Yuke finished speaking, she was bumped by a fat aunt's buttock and almost fell out, so frightened that she quickly adjusted her standing posture and slapped her It was only when he hit the car door that he stabilized himself.

It's just that the posture of the two of them has become even more strange now, as if they are in a wall, no, a car.

"Accident……"

"As expected."

Jiang Nianshan felt that every time she said something, the matter would go in the opposite direction, so it was better not to listen to her nonsense.So he stretched out his arms to wrap her around firmly, so as not to be knocked out by some uncle or aunt at that time.

"You, what are you doing?" Cheng Yuke was frightened by this sudden close contact, and couldn't speak clearly, "No, it's not appropriate..."

"What's inappropriate, they are good friends anyway, right?"

This is probably what Cheng Yuke admires most about Jiang Nianshan. Being able to choke someone to death with someone else's words is considered a unique skill.Suffering from too many people, she had to resign herself to being hugged until the subway arrived.

"Just send it here."

"Otherwise, there is a ticket gate ahead, and I can't get in." Cheng Yuke was hugged all the way, not in a bad mood, but not too happy, after all, she was not so eager to remarry anymore.

"That's it. I will help with Su Yu's affairs. I hope your career will improve when you come next time."

To be honest, Cheng Yuke has always had an idea about what happened to Su Yu. She has seen too many people who have been tortured by domestic violence, and seen too many children being dragged down by their original families. If these experiences can be compiled into a book, Should be able to make at least some splashes.

But she is in the book publishing industry, and she knows how difficult the road to publishing such books is. She has resigned now, so she can only temporarily put it on hold. However, if Jiang Nianshan also participates, she may really succeed. .

"About Su Yu's situation, I hope that it can be communicated to the public in the form of text, whether it is on the Internet or in physical books, can it be done?"

"I try my best."

Cheng Yuke groped around for a long time, and finally found a business card with a folded corner: "This is a part-time official account writer I know. His name is Gong Mu. He should be happy to help."

Jiang Nianshan took the business card and put it in his bag, and waved at her: "The company may be very busy recently, I will come to you in two weeks."

"Do not--"

"Don't refuse, the legs grow on me."

Cheng Yuke had no choice but to nod her head, urging her to leave quickly: "Go, your name is already called on the radio."

"Then we'll see you in two weeks."

"Well, see you then."

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