After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Gu Jian was lying in the back seat of the car, with a dark hood covering most of his face, revealing a thin chin, and pale thin lips, like a dark vampire living in an old castle in the middle world.

He just vomited again in the bathroom, obviously he didn't eat much, he vomited it all up, dizzy, black eyes, and tinnitus accompanied by PTSD sequelae.

He was so tired that he didn't even bother to open his eyes, and he just lay there motionless, the roots of his drenched hair lost their support and were submissive, every strand of hair was sluggish, like a stray dog ​​that fell into the river.

Weird.

Cheng Xijue opened the back seat door and took a look at him, "Gu Jian, I'll make an appointment with a private doctor for you."

Gu Jian's chest heaved slightly, he raised his eyes to look at him, and said lazily, "No."

Cheng Xijue bowed down, looked at his face patiently, and said in a coaxing tone, "The doctor won't give you an injection, but just check on your condition, okay?"

Gu Jian turned his face away and looked at the sky outside the car window, "I'm addicted to cigarettes."

"Are you sure?" Cheng Xijue looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Jian didn't intend to let him sit in the back row, and opened his long legs to change into a more comfortable posture, "I'll be half healed immediately with a cigarette."

Cheng Xijue wiped the delicate sweat on the tip of his nose with his fingertips, "You want to smoke in my car?"

Gu Jian gave an inexplicable and obedient "hmm".

"dream."

Cheng Xijue could get used to his bad habits, sat in the front seat and put on his seat belt, "You are in this situation, go back and rest first."

Gu Jian brushed aside the black hair sticking to his neck, "I have an appointment with a friend, and I still have things to do."

Cheng Xijue asked in a casual tone: "The friend you drank with at 'Lost' that day? It seems to be Yan Qingying, right?"

It's easy to find Gu Jian's friends. Yan Qingying is a well-known painter.

Heh, another artist.

Gu Jian laughed dully, "I use money to support the lover outside, Mr. Cheng is going to take a look?"

Cheng Xijue hesitated for a few seconds, turned on his mobile phone to look through the schedule, and said reluctantly, "I happen to be free, so I'm going to meet your friend."

Gu Jian reported a remote address, and closed his eyes without saying a word, apparently extremely tired.

Cheng Xijue quietly pulled down the car mirror and measured him through the mirror.

The narrow rear seat couldn't accommodate the tall and tall Gu Jian. For comfort, he curled up and lay on his side with his arms on his pillow. His face was covered by the brim of the hood and scattered black hair. Cheng Xijue caught a glimpse of his clean outline through the gap.

The combination of black and white makes the eyes more white and eye-catching, the angle of the jaw is clean and clear, and it is so beautiful that there is a sense of distance, as if the meaningful breath of the sculptor.

Cheng Xijue has seen countless beauties in Vanity Fair, and there are also those who can rival Gu Jian. He has a natural barrier to beauty, and Gu Jian attracts him more because of his depression and sense of decadence.

He was supposed to be a proud man like Muro, but now he is like a stray dog, curled up in the back seat of the car with no vitality, like a pool of cold and beautiful stagnant water.

It was hard for Cheng Xijue not to be curious.

Want to know his secret.

In the evening, the smell of fireworks in the old city was strong. Cars were parked at the entrance of the messy alleys. The wires in the sky were airtight like spider webs. Students on bicycles passed through in groups, dirty and chaotic.

Gu Jian put his hands in the pockets of his sweater, and turned around familiarly. The aunt who was carrying a vegetable basket on the road greeted him warmly. She was obviously a regular visitor here.

"Little Gu, did you bring friends here today?" Auntie looked at Cheng Xijue with bright eyes.

Gu Jian smiled warmly, and introduced casually: "I'm married, and this is my partner."

Before Cheng Xijue had time to recollect the emotions just now, the aunt was overjoyed, and walked forward, shouting loudly: "Oh! It's terrible! Xiao Gu is married!"

Announcing the good news like a personal trumpet.

Cheng Xijue sighed, and asked him, "Huh? Not my assistant now?"

Gu Jian looked at him calmly, turned and walked into the depths of the alley, and stopped in front of a quaint courtyard. The house was very old, and the white walls outside were badly painted due to the rain. There are rocking chairs under the tree, scattered desks, and a few teenagers lying on them doing their homework.

The bright red sign on the wall has faded to brown, and a line of clear and meaningful words is engraved: Yu Xiao Love Shelter

Frey often cooperates with charities. Cheng Xijue has heard of this Yu Xiao Love Shelter, which specializes in taking in teenagers and children who have run away from home or have nowhere to go. Emotionally, it is justifiable, but it is a slight violation of the law. Children who run away from home should be sent back to their families, and those who have nowhere to go should go to orphanages. How can it be the turn of private institutions to intervene?

Therefore, Yu Xiao Love Shelter has difficulty in raising funds, and has been unable to raise money all year round, and is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Cheng Xijue never expected that Gu Jian really spent money to support his "lover". He looked up at the dusty second-floor building, "Have you lived here?"

Gu Jian opened the door and walked in, smiled casually and said, "My mother doesn't want me anymore, so I can only come here if I have nowhere to go."

For the first time, he did not avoid the question with a joking attitude.

Cheng Xijue was slightly taken aback, feeling uncomfortable.

Between the conversations, Yu Xiao, the owner of the shelter, came down the stairs. She was a middle-aged woman with neat and tidy short hair and a refined temperament. Her walking posture was as fast as fire, and her scrutinizing eyes first looked at Cheng Xijue before looking at Gu Jian, " Do you drink tea or coffee?"

"It's all right."

Gu Jian turned her head to look at Cheng Xijue, and said softly, "You wait for me here, just say a few words and go back."

Cheng Xijue met Yu Xiao's probing eyes again, nodded slightly and smiled.

Gu Jianjin entered the living room with the door open, surrounded by bookshelves on the walls, and an old sofa in the middle, which was cleaned up very cleanly. He sat down in a big way, caressing the armrest of the leather sofa with his white fingers.

Yu Xiao threw the coffee cup on the table, and asked straight to the point: "You asked someone to donate 300 million to me anonymously, right?"

When Gu Jian received a call from Yu Xiao in the parking lot, he guessed that the secret was revealed, and asked helplessly, "Didn't Yan Qingying divide the donation into multiple accounts?"

"Where did you get the money?" Yu Xiao said sternly.

Gu Jian looked away, covered his nose and coughed, "I'm married to the one outside."

Yu Xiao took a deep breath, "Have you reached the legal age for marriage?"

"...I'm 25 years old."

"So the wings are hard, right? Marrying a stranger without saying hello, they see you young and beautiful now, what will you do in the future, can you sell your face for the rest of your life?"

Gu Jian leaned on the sofa, looked at her with a smile on his face, "Sister Xiaoxiao, let alone a lifetime, I won't live to be old."

Yu Xiao rolled his eyes at him, and said bitterly, "Aren't you going to see a psychiatrist again? If you have money, it's better to see your own illness. Is it better to cure your illness and write a song than to get married?"

Gu Jian looked into the yard, the sunset was low, Cheng Xijue was bowing down and chatting with a child holding a doll, the man looked gentle and patient, the child looked at him eagerly with wide eyes, the atmosphere was warm and delicate.

"We are not the kind of marriage you want. I brought him here just to let you see that I am living a good life now."

After Gu Jian finished speaking casually, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Who is willing to donate money in this poor place, be careful yourself, those parents will sue you for child abduction sooner or later."

Yu Xiao looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure he treats you well? I think he is either rich or expensive. There are too many wild bees and butterflies around this kind of person."

"Very good, we hit it off." Gu Jian said calmly.

Cheng Xijue came from an extraordinary background, and all the business elites came and went. He rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the marginalized people in society. It was hard to imagine that Gu Jian had lived here.

Three months of marriage is too short to fully understand Gu Jian, he needs more time.

Cheng Xijue felt at ease and found a reason for himself to extend the marriage period.

"Brother Gu, I want a mobile phone to play games!"

When Gu Jian walked out the door, a chubby boy jumped up and hugged his leg. The children here have no documents, and going to school is a problem. Yu Xiao can't manage so many children by himself, and some of them are inevitably addicted to garbage games.

Cheng Xijue grabbed the little fat man by the collar and pulled him back. He lifted the little fat man up, and he still hugged Gu Jian tightly and didn't let go.

Gu Jian bent down, looked down at the thin and indifferent eyes, and said extremely viciously: "Ultraman is fake, Iron Man died in the end, and the gift in the Christmas stocking was put by sister Xiaoxiao."

The little boy looked at him blankly, slowly grinned open his mouth with two missing front teeth, and howled.

Cheng Xijue was amused by his bad look, "Are you so rough with children?"

With a "hmm", Gu Jian pushed aside the little boy's fat hand and walked out of the courtyard.

The child who was chatting with Cheng Xijue just now blinked his bright eyes at him, waved his hand, and said softly, "Goodbye, uncle."

Cheng Xijue gently rubbed her soft hair, and said in a rare gentle voice: "Okay, see you next time."

In fact, he is a person who likes children very much, but because of his sexual orientation, he is destined not to have his own blood inheritance.

Showing that you like children will only increase the jokes. One cannot like something that is destined not to be obtained. It is better to show that you hate children, and you can also dissuade relatives from trying to adopt children.