After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Is there such a good thing?

Gu Jian thought it would be delayed until next month, but Cheng Xijue was suddenly so straightforward. He nodded and thought for a few seconds, then said, "Okay."

Cheng Xijue didn't even look at him, and walked up the stairs slowly, "I asked Lawyer Song to draw up the divorce agreement, and we will go to the marriage registration office at noon tomorrow—won't it waste your time?"

"No delay." Gu Jian said with a slight smile in his voice.

Cheng Xijue walked to the corner of the stairs, pressed one elbow on the railing, looked at him from above, and said softly and considerately, "I feel delayed, after all, you can't wait for three days, don't wait until noon, leave early tomorrow morning, lest you in a hurry."

Gu Jian half folded his arms, looked down at the pattern on the floor, "Thank you Mr. Cheng for your concern, Mr. Cheng is just convenient, any time tomorrow is fine."

"How can I not love you?"

Cheng Xijue's lips and teeth deliberately pressed the word "caring and loving", and with an ambiguous and frivolous drink, he said like a romantic man in a love scene: "It's a pity that I only cared for you once, and you can twist your waist. I want to care for you later." You have no chance."

Gu Jian raised his eyes, with a face full of sarcasm as you like, anyway, I don't care, "Mr. Cheng, please take care of yourself."

Cheng Xijue sneered, and said lightly: "Don't worry about it, pack your luggage tonight, and the driver will take you down the mountain tomorrow."

Gu Jian pretended to be cute, squinted his eyes with a smile, and deliberately added fuel to the fire, "Mr. Cheng, good night, go to bed early to get up early."

The dome chandelier was yellow and gloomy, and Cheng Xijue's face was mostly covered in shadows. His eyes were horrifying, and he stared straight at Gu Jian, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces, but he said calmly and gracefully, "Okay, good night." .”

He walked back to the study at a leisurely pace, and closed the door with his backhand. The dark room was silent.

Cheng Xijue stood at the door, his suppressed blood surged upwards, drunkenness incited the blood to flow rapidly, he raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the violent emotion.

After a few minutes, he took out his cell phone in his pocket and called Lawyer Song.

At one o'clock in the morning, Lawyer Song answered the phone in a drowsy state, and said vaguely, "Mr. Cheng..."

Cheng Xijue squeezed the phone hard, and asked quickly in a cold voice: "Is there any way not to get a divorce?"

The next day.

When Gu Jian came here, he had a suitcase and a dog, and they were still the same when he left. The suits that Cheng Xijue had customized for him were neatly hung in the closet. After a few months, his stomach would show up, and he couldn't fit these clothes.

The gray sky was filled with rain and smoke, and the humid air of the rainy season swept across the sky. Gu Jian added a loose jacket, dragged the suitcase with one hand, and walked downstairs with Bafen in his arms.

At the corner of the dining table, Aunt Zhou pushed the dining cart to present an exquisite breakfast. The toast tasted sweet and delicious. Cheng Xijue was eating, eating slowly and gracefully.

Gu Jian was disgusted by the smell, and sat on the suitcase with her long legs wide open, stroking Bafen's head perfunctorily with her hands.

Cheng Xijue took a sip of his coffee and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "Your wish cannot be fulfilled today."

Gu Jian glanced at him and asked what he meant.

Cheng Xijue was as steady as an old dog, and said without hesitation: "The driver on duty is not here, and I borrowed my car from a friend, unless you are willing to walk down the mountain."

The villa is located on the hillside in the deep mountains and dense forests in the outer suburbs of Yuning City. It usually takes more than two hours to drive from Yuning. Considering that it is raining and the mountain road is steep, it takes at least a day and a night to walk.

Gu Jian spread his palm and let Ba Fen lick his fingers, "That's really unfortunate, but I'll give Yan Qingying a call, and he can come pick us up."

Cheng Xijue didn't like Yan Qingying very much, the artist who took Gu Jian to smoke and drink, he was not in a hurry, he swallowed his coffee slowly and said: "No, I'll take your car to the garage, drive to divorce today Just right."

Aunt Zhou, who was serving the coffee next to her, shook her hands in shock, hurriedly wiped the table, and asked in surprise, "Why are Mr. Cheng and his wife getting divorced?"

Cheng Xijue raised his jaw and said with a smile, "You should ask my wife."

Gu Jian said calmly, "Sex/life is not harmonious."

Aunt Zhou's expression was subtle, she looked at Gu Jian and then at Cheng Xijue, which clearly implied that Mr. Cheng was not good enough, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Cheng Xijue's deep eyes stabbed Gu Jian like a knife.

Gu Jianwu's bright and dark eyes were agitated, as if to say: You asked me to answer.

Cheng Xijue really wanted to put him naked on the dining table, and let him try to see if he could do it.

They didn't continue to target each other on the way, because as soon as they got in the car, Gu Jian hugged Bafen in his arms and closed his eyes to sleep. Pregnant people were prone to sleepiness, but it was already early morning after packing up their luggage last night. I can't keep my eyes open.

The car was speeding along the road around the mountain. Cheng Xijue clasped his wrist and tapped the glass cover of the watch lightly with his fingertips, "Who told you to drive so fast?"

The driver said honestly: "The marriage registration office has a regular lunch break at noon, and I want to arrive before the lunch break."

Cheng Xijue frowned, and said lightly, "It's too dangerous to drive so fast on a rainy day."

"Then I drive slower?"

"Well, the slower the better, safety is the most important thing."

Cheng Xijue glanced at the long-breathing Gu Jian, and never tired of looking at her. From the first time they met, she only thought that she was a beautiful beauty, not bright enough, always looking sleepy, with a cold and decadent aura from head to toe, and The dignified atmosphere is not detached.

As time goes by, the more I look at it, the more I feel that Gu Jian has a unique charm. A beautiful face is a rare resource, which will arouse the desire to plunder and conquer, but not in Gu Jian. No one would want to conquer him, on the contrary. Consciously please him, can't help but surrender to his charm, this is a wonderful anti-conquest.

Cheng Xijue pinched the bridge of his nose and reluctantly admitted that he was indeed attractive.

In the two-hour drive, the driver drove for four hours, just in time for the marriage registration office to go to work in the afternoon.

Lawyer Song and his team waited here in the morning. The divorce agreement they drafted was very simple. The two parties had no links to common assets and no children. They could only apply for divorce through the breakdown of their relationship.

According to the official process, a mediator will be sent to conduct routine mediation on the grounds of emotional breakdown, trying to save the precarious marriage in the last step, but it is not compulsory. After mediation, if both parties insist on their wishes, they can apply for a divorce certificate.

The mediation room with milky yellow walls is very cozy, with luxuriant green plants on the round table. Cheng Xijue and Gu Jian are sitting opposite each other. The mediator is a meticulous middle-aged lady. She poured two glasses of water and handed them to them respectively. "How long have you been married?"

Gu Jian leaned back lazily on the chair, and said lightly, "About two months."

Cheng Xijue looked at the numbers on the watch and said, "54 days, 9 hours and 47 minutes."

The mediator asked sternly: "How is the foundation of the relationship before marriage?"

"There is no basis." Gu Jian said concisely.

Cheng Xijue crossed his arms and raised his jaw halfway, "Of course, we also had premarital sex/behaviour."

Gu Jian squinted at him, mocking his ability to reverse black and white.

The mediator was used to seeing strong winds and waves, so he lowered his head and made a few notes, "Then do you have a harmonious relationship after marriage?"

Gu Jian said nothing, and waited for Cheng Xijue to finish speaking before answering.Cheng Xijue smiled like a heartbeat, and looked at him affectionately, the tenderness in his eyes could drown someone, "We are newlyweds, like glue, and he came to visit me in the company yesterday."

Gu Jian stretched out her long legs, kicked Cheng Xijue intentionally or unintentionally with her snow-white sneakers, and said without emotion: "I can't get along, I can't get along."

The mediator pulled down the thick glasses and looked at the two of them carefully, "Do you two understand each other's personality and preferences?"

Gu Jian picked up the small plate of mint candy on the table, tore it open and threw it into his mouth, chewing the candy and said slowly, "I don't know how many people are in his family."

Cheng Xijue looked at him with a smile, as if looking at a kitten clawing at people, "Of course I understand, he likes music, he likes to eat sour food, and his advantages are too numerous to count."

"Is he right?" The mediator turned to Gu Jian to confirm.

Gu Jian shook his head, "No."

Cheng Xijue raised his jaw and motioned him to look at the four characters "sincere communication" posted on the wall.

Gu Jian took a glance and said exactly: "It's all wrong, I hate music very much, and I don't like sour food."

Cheng Xijue narrowed his eyes silently, never expecting him to lie in order to finish the procedure as soon as possible.

Although he wasn't sincere, he didn't lie, he just picked out a part of the truth.

The mediator jotted down a few strokes and asked straightforwardly, "Is it physically harmonious?"

"I only slept once." Gu Jian slowly swallowed the candy in his mouth.

Cheng Xijue hugged his arms, tapped the side of his forearm with his fingertips, thinking about how to dress up.

The mediator looked at Gu Jian in surprise. Both of them were ridiculously handsome, and they were both very young. According to common sense, they asked more than once, "Hmm... isn't it harmonious?"

Cheng Xijue avoided the situation in the morning and said, "I'm fine."

Gu Jian lowered his head and chuckled lightly, the vortex at the corner of his mouth became deep and sometimes shallow, "I'm cold-hearted."

"I do not mind."

Cheng Xijue had a warm smile in his eyes, and said warmly: "Actually, I also prefer deep spiritual communication, rather than pure desire/desire communication. A platonic marriage minimizes desire/desire, and only then does spiritual communication appear. importance."

Gu Jian sneered inwardly, and kicked him hard and calmly under the table, Cheng Xijue was caught off guard, pressed his lips together in pain, and clamped his ankles with both legs, firmly suppressing him from moving.

The mediator nodded and asked the last question, "In that case, why the divorce?"

Gu Jian couldn't get it back after trying, so he was too lazy to compete, let Cheng Xijue press his ankle, and said confidently: "I like drinking, smoking, tattoos, and I don't go home at night, and my social circle is mixed, so I am not suitable for Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Xijue said kindly: "Drinking alcohol is a good thing for pleasure, not a disadvantage. As for smoking, it can relieve mental stress. Tattoos are a kind of art. Uh... It's okay to stay out at night. You have your freedom. I Respect your social circle."

Speaking of this, the mediators who have read countless people saw it, and said earnestly: "I don't think your relationship is broken. If you have a conflict, you can go home and communicate..."

After all, the mediator was about to close the notebook and retreat. Gu Jian suddenly reached out and pressed the notebook, looked sideways at Cheng Xijue, and asked calmly, "Do you like me?"

The answer has clearly been confirmed.

The deliberate tenderness in Cheng Xijue's eyes gradually disappeared, like a stone falling into a dark pool, with deep and complicated ripples, and his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he was suppressing his emotions, he calmly uttered three words——

"do not like."

The mediator was surprised. Based on Cheng Xijue's various behaviors, it was clear that he was unwilling to divorce and was trying to save the marriage, but now such a simple question turned out to be no!

The closed record book was opened again, and the mediator had never seen such a thing in his life, and quickly signed a few letters to confirm the breakdown of the relationship between the two parties.

Once the two parties walked out of the mediation room, the divorce process went quickly. Within a few minutes, the bright red marriage certificate was discarded, and the divorce stamp was stamped on the household registration booklet. The dull sound was like a hammer falling on the head.

The drizzle moistens the air, the wind and rain in front of the marriage registration office are sluggish, scattered pedestrians walk on the road with umbrellas, and the surroundings are as quiet as a stop-motion animation.

Before entering the mediation room, Gu Jian entrusted the suitcase and Bafen to Lawyer Song, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Lawyer Song asking for the location.

Cheng Xijue walked out of the spacious hall, took the black umbrella handed by the assistant and opened it, and looked at the rainy sky ahead, "Your luggage and Bafen have been delivered to my private house in the city, I, Cheng Xijue, can't let my ex-wife sleep on the street. "

Gu Jian lowered his eyes, lightly stepped on the water marks on the steps with the toe of his shoes, and remained silent.

Cheng Xijue paused his shirt collar with one hand, maintaining his usual elegant demeanor, "Can you tell me the reason why you are so anxious to get a divorce now?"

Gu Jian didn't start, staring at the raindrops falling from the eaves, "I made it very clear in the mediation room."

Cheng Xijue stared at his indifferent side face for a few seconds, retracted his eyes and said with a smile, "It's just a divorce. You are still Gu Renyu's son. You can live in the private house in the urban area as long as you want."

After a pause, he said mockingly, "Don't worry, I won't pester you."

Gu Jian pulled up the hood of his coat with both hands, and stepped into the rainy steps. The deserted street was reduced to a faded ink background. He walked slowly and leisurely. His dark clothes showed thin shoulders.

Cheng Xijue glanced at the assistant beside him, raised his chin, and motioned to catch up and give Gu Jian an umbrella.

He is a person who is used to winning, and the words he shared with Gu Jian were pure acting skills. It wasn't that he was forced to become a slave of the Cheng family, but that he rode the giant ship against the wind. Not only did he win, but he also Win decent and beautiful, and make others willing to surrender.

In the mediation room, Gu Jian replied that he didn't understand Cheng Xijue's temperament, and he was suspected of lying, otherwise, how could he suddenly seize the lifeline and make sure that Cheng Xijue's answer would not be liking, because that would be a complete defeat.

Cheng Xijue is someone who will not admit defeat.

Gu Jian returned to Gravity's office, pulled out his chair and leaned back, closed his eyes to rest for a while, picked up his notebook to write his resignation letter, and conveniently checked the rental information on his mobile phone.

Gravity and Cheng Xijue are inextricably linked. His stomach will soon stand up, and he often has nausea and morning sickness. A fool can see that something is wrong. It is impossible to work for a year or so.

In the past, he lived day by day, had no material desires, spent very little, and didn't have to think about money. Now that he wants to keep the baby in his stomach, he has to seriously think about what to do in the future.

Lack of money became a big problem.

Gu Jian clicked on the deposit balance in the phone, checked it twice, and was sure that there was only a small amount of money. When the screen was locked, he leaned on the leather chair more relaxedly, bowed his head and couldn't help laughing at himself.

He has never worried about money. His family background is not very rich, but his scholarly family still has some ancestral assets. At that time, he could make money by singing and writing songs. Ten years ago, the copyright of a song could be sold for 300 million. Now he Sell ​​yourself for this money.

Gu Jian tapped his fingers on the screen of his phone. If he had no money, he could only come out to perform. PTSD couldn't kill anyone. At most, he was so scared that he couldn't sleep at night, had hallucinations, auditory and visual hallucinations, and a bad temper. It was hard to think about death.

Song Liang's text message is vivid in his memory, not only deprived him of the ability to manage his talent, but also deprived him of his love for music creation.

Love is more important than manipulating talent.

Now his age should be the peak of the creator, but there is nothing in his mind. He has not felt any inspiration for many years, any emotion worth expressing through music.

He wants to write a song, but he may not be able to write it. Even if he writes it, it will be a flowing song without inspiration, no different from the songs on the market.

Gu Jian stepped on the edge of the table with his long legs, slid the chair away with his strength, and stretched out his hand to open the drawer, wanting to smell the smoke to relieve his irritability, not only the cigarettes but also the lighter were gone in the empty drawer.

"..."

Where does the lighter go?

It was a gift from Yan Qingying to Gu Jian, and it was quite precious.

Thinking of Yan Qingying, since he decided to resign and leave Yu Ning, he sent a message to Yan Qingying, agreeing to meet for a drink at night.

At night, the light in the bar was dim, and the singer with the guitar was sitting on the stage singing softly. The corner was clean and comfortable. Yan Qing ushered in early and ordered their usual cocktails. A large table was set up with cans.

After Gu Jian came, he glanced around and ordered himself a glass of lemonade.

Hearing the news of his resignation, Yan Qingying took it for granted, and said with a smile: "You should have changed your job a long time ago, this line of work is not suitable for you, Yu Ning has so many jobs, he can do anything."

Gu Jian flicked the floating glass straw in the cup, "I don't plan to stay in Yu Ning anymore."

Yan Qingying raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Where are you going? Going back to the countryside?"

"Qiantang City."

It is impossible to go back to the countryside. Gu Jian needs regular pregnancy checkups. He is in a special situation and cannot be too far away from the bustling metropolitan area. Qiantang City near Yuning is a good place. The green mountains and green waters are clean and the consumption is not high. It is very suitable for him to raise fetal.

Yan Qingying opened the can and handed it to him, "Qiantang is very good. My aunt has a small homestay in Qiantang. She entrusted me to take care of it after she left the country. I didn't have time to run it, so I closed it, and occasionally went there to paint. ——No, you go to Qiantang, what about that partner?"

Gu Jian took the can and put it aside without moving, "Divorced."

"divorce?"

The news of the marriage was caught off guard, and the news of the divorce was hard to guard against. Yan Qingying said bitterly: "The last time I saw you, you just got married, not three months?"

Gu Jian smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of lemonade, "Well, the contract has been advanced."

Yan Qingying looked at his face, leaned closer and asked mysteriously: "You live together, he didn't take advantage of you, did he?"

Gu Jian pushed his head away, Tian smiled nonchalantly, "Go away and drink your wine."

"Why don't you drink today?" Yan Qingying tapped the cocktails on the table.

Gu Jian: "I will quit drinking and smoking in the future."

Yan Qingying couldn't believe it, ever since Gu Jian had a mental illness, he often drank and smoked to soothe his emotions, it was difficult to leave these two things, he looked at Gu Jian's expressionless face probing, and couldn't help asking: "Are you okay? "

Gu Jian turned to look at the singer on the stage, "I really want to know?"

"Think." Yan Qingying suspected that he was suffering from an incurable disease, and he would not live well in a few days, so he resigned and left Yu Ning to find a place that no one knew to spend the rest of his life.

Gu Jian said unhurriedly, "I'm pregnant."

Yan Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said, "So you're pregnant, I thought you had cancer—are you pregnant?!"

"Keep your voice down."

Gu Jian glanced around, and someone looked this way curiously, he leaned back, his cheeks were hidden in the shadow of the light, and said calmly: "Don't ask me why, it's just like this."

It took Yan Qingying a few minutes to digest the news. Gu Jian often made fun of it, but he never made such jokes. It is not impossible for a man to get pregnant. He took a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and whispered, "Whose one?"

In the dim shadow of the lamp, the corners of Gu Jian's mouth curled up, and the flickering lights flickered in the dark eyes, the answer was obvious.

Yan Qingying thought about it seriously for a while, and understood the relationship, "Are you going to hide it from your ex-husband?"

Gu Jian said "hmm" without emotion.

Yan Qingying was worried, and sighed, "I have an aunt who is an obstetrician. Tomorrow, we will go to the hospital to talk to her about your situation."

Gu Jian nodded. He knew nothing about this and really needed to study hard.

Yan Qingying's aunt was well-informed, she was a little surprised when she heard the news of Gu Jian's pregnancy, she quickly calmed down, took a professional book from the shelf to analyze the situation, and according to Gu Jian's situation, she could hear fetal movement next month, At that time, a series of symptoms such as cramps and calf edema will be unavoidable.

The first few months are the most dangerous period. Because of the different body structure, it is easy to miscarry. You can't leave people around you at all times. If you feel uncomfortable, you should go to the hospital immediately.

It is best to have a professional medical team who understands Gu Jian's physical condition and can give a plan according to the situation.

It's not easy to worry about later, the fetus needs more nutrients when the belly is big, and the food intake increases, so it has to be carefully eaten. It's definitely not good for someone like Gu Jian who eats irregularly. It's the best choice to ask a professional nutritionist to take care of it.

In short, it costs money.

Before leaving, my aunt said seriously: "By the way, during pregnancy, hormones rise, and it is normal for you to suddenly find that desire/desire increases. Remember not to take any actions, which will cause placental instability. It is best to solve it yourself Don’t, wait until the placenta is stable.”

Yan Qingying made an embarrassing effort to wink, and Gu Jian, the person involved, nodded calmly.

After leaving the hospital, Gu Jian and Yan Qingying went back to Gravity Company together, planning to hand over their resignation to the general manager today, go through the resignation procedures as soon as possible, and then go to Qiantang City to have a baby with peace of mind.

During the break of Gravity Company at noon, the spacious hall was deserted. Gu Jian and Yan Qingying walked side by side, chatting with each other.

Yan Qingying said implicitly: "I held an art exhibition in London before, and a rich man took a fancy to one of my paintings, and the money he gave was enough for us to spend for a year or so. Don't worry about money."

Gu Jian put his hands in his pockets, walked leisurely, "Keep it for yourself."

Yan Qingying stood in front of the elevator, touched his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You don't intend to write songs, do you?"

Gu Jian stretched out his hand and pressed the elevator button, and said lightly, "I really can't do it, I'll show my face live."

Just as they were saying this, suddenly there was a surprise shout from behind the two of them: "Oh! Director Gu!"

The general manager's bald head was bright, and he waved to Gu Jian with a beaming smile.

Behind him, Cheng Xijue was tall and slender, with a handsome shirt and trousers, a narrow nose and thin, clean glasses. He was looking down at his phone. He only raised his head when he heard a voice, glanced at Gu Jian, and swept across his face without any trace. Green welcome.

The general manager came over with a smile, looked Yan Qingying over and said, "This is Director Gu's friend, right? Haha Director Gu is surrounded by handsome men and women!"

The elevator door opened slowly, Gu Jian nodded, leaned back against the metal wall after relaxing, and said nothing.

Cheng Xijue walked into the car, looked down at the long floor, and said in a casual tone: "Director Gu's friend looks talented, like an artist."

The spacious elevator can accommodate four people, the general manager flattered Cheng Xijue, and immediately said: "Yes, Director Gu's friend is indeed an artist."

Yan Qingying subconsciously introduced herself, "You are welcome, I am a painter."

"painter?"

Cheng Xijue seemed to suddenly become interested, and asked with interest: "What genre?"

Yan Qingying said without hesitation: "Surreal genre."

"Well——" Cheng Xijue pondered, and evaluated objectively and alienated: "It is not popular now, and it is difficult to sell surreal paintings."

Yan Qingying said frankly: "Art is for confidantes, it doesn't matter whether it is easy to sell or not."

Cheng Xijue chuckled, and said slowly: "Artists must first survive before they can talk about art."

Yan Qingying was used to these opinions, she smiled and did not speak, and retreated to Gu Jian's side.

There was no sound in the elevator, the general manager stretched out his hand to press down the floor, not aware of the strange atmosphere, "I was just about to call Director Gu, and I happened to meet you, you and Mr. Cheng have a good talk about the company's business."

Gu Jian glanced at Cheng Xijue, "You don't need to talk to me, I wrote my resignation letter and will leave in the next few days."

Cheng Xijue looked calm, and said lightly: "If it is to avoid suspicion, then there is no need."

The general manager was surprised, observed the expressions of the two of them, and said carefully, "What's wrong with Director Gu? He was about to resign just after being promoted, and gravity cannot live without you."

"Private matter." Gu Jian spit out two words.

Cheng Xijue's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Yan Qingying all over the place. He looks weak and frail, and indeed has a bit of good looks, "Oh? Director Gu is getting married again?"

Gu Jian lowered his head and chuckled, and said sarcastically, "Whether I get married or not has nothing to do with President Cheng, does it?"

Cheng Xijue loosened his tie with one hand, and said without changing his expression, "Of course it's related."

Yan Qingying's expression was very exciting, and he guessed their relationship. He saw Cheng Xijue's face in the media. No wonder Gu Jian had been hiding his marriage partner before, and he was married to Frey's helmsman.

Moreover, Gu Jian still has the sole heir of the group in his stomach.

Gu Jian squinted, too lazy to pay attention to Cheng Xijue's unreasonable trouble.

Cheng Xijue stared straight at Gu Jian, and smiled suddenly with the corners of his mouth curled up, but he was speaking to Yan Qingying, "Minister Gu is delicate and weak, often sleepy, and his appetite has not been very good recently, and he can only eat sour from Yubaoxuan. You have to take good care of the dishes in your mouth."

Yan Qingying turned his face away and coughed, feeling the vague demonstration, "Remember."

"Well——" Cheng Xijue smiled even more, and reminded solemnly, "Don't let him drive, remember to hire a driver for him, is the artist okay?"

Yan Qingying nodded, smiled and said, "No problem."

The elevator stopped, and the dull general manager broke out in a cold sweat. An idiot could smell the smell of gunpowder all over the sky and the smell of vinegar wafting from all over the world. If the sour smell can materialize, everyone here will be blinded by the smoke.

Cheng Xijue Shi Shiran stepped out of the car, turned around and looked at Gu Jian with a smile.

Gu Jian leaned against the wall, and stared at him quietly with pure black pupils separated by two outsiders.

The light reflected from the wall was cold, and there was silence everywhere. The two people's eyes overlapped, staring at each other without saying a word.

The elevator door closed slowly, Gu Jian's face was submerged in the metal halo bit by bit, the bright numbers scrolled on the screen, Cheng Xijue's smile disappeared, and he stared fixedly at the jumping numbers.

Those beautiful clear eyes were briefly left in front of his eyes, devoutly like a glimpse of a god, seeing everything clearly, Cheng Xijue raised his head and sighed heavily.

Back at the department office, when the door was closed, Yan Qingying said "tsk" with lingering fear, "Your ex-husband almost killed me with his eyes." Gu Jian opened the refrigerator and threw him a bottle of water, "You don't explain yourself. "

Yan Qingying sat down, unscrewed the water and took a sip, "How do you explain the situation just now? I'm actually a straight man?"

Gu Jian sneered, opened the laptop, and continued typing his resignation letter.

Yan Qingying leaned on the comfortable leather sofa, looked at Gu Jian for a while, and imagined: "Your two's looks are stacked, and your child must be very good-looking."

Gu Jian agrees with this point, like him or Cheng Xijue, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, they are all decent in appearance.

Yan Qingying didn't say any more. My friend married a top celebrity in the business world and was pregnant with his child. Her ex-husband seemed to be in love with her. Others couldn't help but gossip and asked Gu Jian if he liked Cheng Xijue. I am willing to divorce such a man.

He never interfered with any of Gu Jian's decisions. Gu Jian was much smarter than him, and he was a person who could handle big things. He just had to support him unconditionally as a friend.

One night three days later.

Cheng Xijue participated in a business dinner, the magnificent scenery in the magnificent hall, the symphony orchestra played elegant music, and an endless stream of people came up to drink with him.

He hasn't been at home these days, and sleeps in the company's private lounge at night, waking up in the morning to be overwhelmed with meetings, signing, and listening to reports. Once he gets busy, he doesn't have time to think about too many things.

In the evening, he went to a party that he rarely attended before, and all the time was arranged, so he was very busy day and night.

Cheng Xijue was holding a red wine glass, staring absently at the aggrieved rich man in front of him.

The only thing that interests him is that Rich's kid has eloped with an artist, and Rich spouts cursing at the artist.

Indeed, be damned artistic.

Indeed, what future does an artist have, the money he earns is not enough to exchange him for a watch.

The private life of art is chaotic, and I often make friends with messy people. Cheng Xijue disagrees. How can an artist be friends with his own problems?

After listening for a while, Cheng Xijue took a sip of his wine and was about to end the conversation when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at it. The unfamiliar number was probably a relationship. Cheng Xijue raised his mobile phone to signal, and walked to the sparsely populated terrace to end this boring chat.

The phone still vibrated again.

He never answered this kind of call, and slipped away today when he had nothing to do.

A gentle and pleasant voice sounded, with a rigid greeting: "Hello, our side is XX Hospital."

"We have an event recently, are you planning an abortion? How long have you been pregnant?"

"Did you test it with a test strip or go to the hospital for an examination?"

"Could you tell me when your sex/action took place? I'll count the days of pregnancy for you."

It seems to be to prevent customers from hanging up the phone and finish all the marketing words in one breath.

"Ok?"

Cheng Xijue clicked on the screen of his mobile phone, and it was indeed his own mobile phone. His privacy protection was done very carefully, his phone number was never leaked, and there was no such thing as receiving a sales call from an advertisement.

The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and responded quickly: "Sir, the partner is pregnant and needs to undergo surgery as soon as possible. The earlier the surgery, the less harmful it will be to the body."

Cheng Xijue was about to hang up when he suddenly asked, "Where did you get the information?"

His voice was cold and menacing, and the other end was startled and frightened, "Uh...you searched for abortion information in the browser, and we obtained your phone number based on big data."

It was illegally purchased from browser companies in order to place advertisements on precise calls.

Cheng Xijue's notebook was only used for online meetings, and he never used a browser to search for any information. He squinted deeply and cut off the phone communication with his fingertips.

Aunt Zhou was only responsible for cleaning and comfort, and did not dare to touch his notebook. The only person in the family who had the guts to do so was Gu Jian.

What is Gu Jian doing searching for this kind of spam on the Internet?

Cheng Xijue's expression was stern, and his eyes were dim and unclear. No wonder Gu gradually pressed for a divorce. It turned out that he was making other people's stomachs bigger.

He really underestimated Gu Jian, he could do such a bad thing like being pregnant and irresponsible.

However, whose belly is getting bigger?