After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The groggy Friday afternoon, Gu Jian leaned back on a chair in the corner of the meeting room, wearing a pair of white neckband earphones, sleeping comfortably with a coat covering his head.

As soon as the door of the spacious and bright conference room opened, stylishly dressed men and women came in one after another. Gu Jian worked for an old record company as a music editor in a recording studio, commonly known as a tuner.

Now that the record industry is in decline, the company hasn't released a new album for more than half a year, and the meeting room is usually very quiet. Gu Jian's recording studio can't use the air conditioner, and he often comes to the meeting room to sleep.

The colleagues from the record company didn't notice the people in the corner, and sat one by one with their laptops in their hands. In just a few minutes, the meeting room was packed with hundreds of people.

"Jiang Lie hasn't come to the company for a few months, right?"

The female colleague blushed and her heart beat, and she took out the makeup mirror to carefully touch up the peeling base makeup.

The male colleague nodded and looked towards the empty doorway, "I heard that Jiang Lie returned all the music scores handed in by the company. This time, we, Mr. Zheng, are doomed."

"Speaking of which, we can't blame Mr. Zheng, our industry as a whole has withered talents, and the pop song market hasn't had a hit Divine Comedy for many years." The female colleague sighed regretfully.

The male colleague echoed, "Yes, Jiang Lie is too demanding. He wants to recreate the myth, how can it be so easy?"

The female colleague finished the delicate lipstick, "It's true that Jiang Lie is demanding, he is so popular now, and he will be famous in the music world with another divine song, and he will be a god in the future."

Having said that, there was no sound in the meeting room, and everyone turned their attention to the door.

Jiang Lie has a handsome and well-proportioned figure, avant-garde and fashionable clothes, clean facial features, retro original sunglasses on his slender nose, and boldly walked into the conference room. Several people immediately stood up and pulled the first chair away.

As the saying goes, popularity nourishes people. Since Jiang Lie released his first album a few years ago, he has exploded like a roller coaster. Every song in the album called "Flying in the Clouds" has been listed Last year, the public loved the rankings, and the grand occasion of dominating the rankings was unprecedented. Jiang Lie became a hot new star because of this.

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Jiang Lie's manager took out a USB flash drive from his briefcase and threw it on the hardwood table.

The audience was silent.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Mr. Zheng's forehead, and he said in embarrassment, "Young Master Jiang, I know you strive for excellence—"

Before the word "but" was uttered, Jiang Lie raised his sunglasses with his middle finger and looked at him again, "Your company should not be called Gravity, but Wally."

Mr. Zheng apologized for not knowing why.

Jiang Lie raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and said bluntly: "It is more suitable for Gravity Company to sort out garbage."

In short: I'm not saying you're trash, I'm saying everyone in this room is trash.

The indiscriminate map bombardment caused heavy casualties, and everyone in the conference room looked unhappy. Mr. Zheng turned pale and tried to maintain a smile, "The songs we make are very in line with the mainstream of the current market. This album is absolutely stunning."

Jiang Lie laughed angrily at him, glanced at the people in the meeting room, got up and supported the edge of the table with both hands, and bent down with a sense of oppression, "I said, what I want is a work of the same level as God B."

The young colleague asked the senior next to him in a low voice, "Is God B a former colleague of the company?"

The old man in the recording industry waved his hand and smiled bitterly.

God B comes from the initials of Bane, which is an ancient ID. About ten years ago, the barrage video website just emerged, and it was still a popular culture in the niche circle. The number of users of Station D, which is now in full swing, was no more than 200 years ago. One to two million is a desert overgrown with weeds on the Internet, and Bane is a strange thing born in the desert.

The content of his video is simple, an old electric guitar, a slightly noisy microphone, but it grows an unforgettable melody, the pair of well-proportioned, straight and beautiful hands seem to have a mysterious charm, the moment of plucking It seems to be provoking people's heartstrings.

Bane's voice is clean, like a clear stream flowing, with a touch of hoarseness after the juvenile voice change period, it sounds like a precious musical instrument in a museum.

In just half a year, Bane has gained hundreds of thousands of fans in the young station D. People in the recording industry have noticed this singer who has never shown his face. Many big coffee companies have offered olive branches to sign this talent. Singers, it can be said that the opportunities are unlimited, just grab one and you can skyrocket and soar into the sky.

It's a pity that for some reason, Bane sold all the music copyrights to a small company in a package, and the account of Station D was no longer logged in, and he disappeared from the public's sight, and he was never heard from again.

As time rolled on, God B, who was once extremely popular, was gradually no longer known to people. Until a few years ago, a small company gave Bane sample tapes to Jiang Lie for audition. , named after Bane's first song "Flying in the Clouds", an unparalleled album.

Bane’s ID was marked in the composition and lyrics, but except for the die-hard fans back then, few people remember this name. The public took it for granted that it was Jiang Lie’s pseudonym. As for who Bane really is, no one knows.

Gravity Records tried to contact Bane at station D, and the accounts that have not been logged in for nearly ten years are covered with dust, and Bane cannot be contacted inside station D. A sad story for industry insiders.

Jiang Lie is Bane's most ardent fan. Every time he comes to Gravity Company, he always admires Bane's outstanding talent, and his rainbow farts are so hype.

Hearing the science popularized by the seniors, the new colleagues relished it, and sighed in a low voice: "An ancient god like God B must be very successful in reality. I don't know how to take a nap in that villa near the sea..."

As the voice fell, the figure in the shirt next to him suddenly moved, stretched out a thin and neat hand from under the clothes, and tore off the shirt covering his head, revealing his wet face, and the black wet spot on Gu Jian's forehead. His hair was up, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked sleepy and tired.

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Many people's eyes suddenly lit up, and a question arose in their hearts at the same time: Is he a colleague of our company? !

Gu Jian was nestled lazily and casually in the chair, his eyes were still wet from sleep, clear and clean like beads, his softly curved lips were loose and moist, and there was a very stimulating sense of passion/desire.

All eyes intertwined on Gu Jian's body, and everyone was stunned by his visually striking beauty for a few seconds before realizing that he actually dozed off during a company meeting.

So good-looking, what's the point of taking a nap during a meeting?Colleagues have already found an excuse for him in their hearts.

Without any embarrassment on Gu Jian's face, he took off the earphones with one hand, got up and said, "Mr. Zheng, I'm going out first."

Mr. Zheng wiped the cold sweat off his brow, "Go, go."

Jiang Lie folded his hands on the tip of his nose, and stared at Gu Jian with unfriendly eyes. When he was talking about God B, someone was sleeping. It would be too blasphemous to treat God B.

Gu Jian walked to the door of the conference room, and was about to push the door open when Boss Zheng suddenly called him back, "Gu Jian, don't make an exception!"

"Gu Jian?"

Jiang Lie caught the key word, and his expression suddenly became subtle, "You are Gu Jian?"

There is a little bit of scrutiny and aloofness.

Gu Jian paused without looking back, opened the door and walked out calmly.

Mr. Zheng immediately apologized, "Young Master Jiang, don't be angry, he is young and doesn't understand the rules."

Jiang Lie rubbed his chin with his fingertips, his eyes a little curious.

Mr. Zheng asked cautiously, "Master Jiang knows Gu Jian?"

"I know." Jiang Lie nodded, without thinking too much, said: "It's a relative relationship."

Mr. Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect Gu Jian to have relatives from a wealthy family like Jiang Lie, so he wouldn't dare to neglect him in the future.

Saturday came the day when we agreed to move, and the weather was gray in the afternoon. Gu Jian received a call from an unknown person. The driver and the mover were waiting for him downstairs.

When a group of people came to the door, they were dumbfounded when they saw Gu Jian's house. There was a bed, a table, and a suitcase in the middle of the empty room. There was nothing else.

The house was very clean and tidy. Gu Jian was leaning against the door, holding a fluffy native dog cub in his arms, holding a milk bottle in one hand to feed the dog.

The driver asked cautiously: "Mr. Gu, do you only have these things?"

Gu Jian nodded, "I'm a minimalist."

Actually poor.

The driver suddenly realized, and carried the light luggage downstairs and put it in the trunk, while Gu Jian sat in the back of the car with the puppy in his arms.

The dirt dog was met by Gu Jian on the side of the road, biting his trouser legs tightly and begging to come to the house. He has been raised for more than a month and has not yet learned to eat dog food.

The car drove all the way up the winding mountain road, and the pure white villa stood upright on the lush hillside. The geometric appearance was simple and elegant. In front of the door stood a middle-aged lady wearing a long uniform dress and combing her hair meticulously.

As the car door opened, the middle-aged lady showed a gentle and rigid smile, "Madam, welcome home."

Gu Jian was slightly taken aback before realizing that his wife was addressing him, "Oh, thank you."

The lady signaled the driver to take the suitcase into the house, looked at Gu Jian and said, "I am the husband's housekeeper. It is good for the wife to call me Aunt Zhou the same as the husband. I watched you grow up, and now you can find such a good match." , I am so happy for Mr.

Gu Jian nodded casually, and walked up the steps with the puppy in his arms.

Aunt Zhou was still smiling, followed behind him and said, "Madam, your pets cannot go in."

Gu Jian frowned slightly and looked at her.

Aunt Zhou was apologetic, and said respectfully: "It's the first day you come home today, and you don't know the rules of the house. Mister doesn't like any furry animals. You will be upset if you see them. Please leave your pet to me. It will be handled properly."

Although the tone was asking for an inquiry, there was no room for refusal in Aunt Zhou's tone.

Everyone knew very well that Gu Jian was only a temporary guest here, not a "wife" in the true sense, and even the housekeeper, Aunt Zhou, had a higher status than him.

Gu Jian stroked the soft pup's head in his arms, "If I bring it, I can't go in?"

Aunt Zhou's smile froze, she didn't expect Gu Jian to hit the nail on the head, "Sorry, that's how it is, please forgive me, madam."

"Is this stipulated in the contract?"

Gu Jian asked quietly.

Aunt Zhou hesitated for a few seconds before reacting, "I don't know the contract between my wife and my husband, please don't make things difficult for me, my wife."

The pup whimpered and licked Gu Jian's palm, and Gu Jian licked it indifferently. The dark clouds that had been accumulating for a whole day swept across the sky, and thin mist rose from the gloomy mountains. Suddenly, it rained heavily. Thunderstorms are like glass beads, crackling and rolling to the ground.

Aunt Zhou thought that Gu Jian had compromised. This was the first day at the door, and as Gu Jian, she didn't have the strength to make trouble, so she had to obey the assignment.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jian didn't even look at her, pushed the door open with the pup in his arms, and went straight in.

As soon as Cheng Xijue came home, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to the servant waiting at the door. Aunt Zhou greeted him with a smile, and without saying a few words, she first complained to Gu Jian.

"Sir, there are family rules at home. We can't even take Arnold with us when the old man comes. My wife is young and energetic, so you have to take good care of her."

A Nuo is the old man of the Cheng family's pet dog. He loves him like a half son on weekdays. When he comes to Cheng Xijue's house, he can only be kept on the lawn outside the door, not even on the entrance steps.

Cheng Xijue frowned and asked, "What madam?"

Aunt Zhou reminded embarrassingly: "Today is Sunday, the day my wife moved in."

Cheng Xijue let out a "hmm" and glanced at the empty living room, "Where's Gu Jian?"

"My wife is resting in the guest room upstairs, do you want me to call him down?" Aunt Zhou asked respectfully.

Cheng Xijue raised his hand to signal that he didn't need it, and happened to want to talk to Gu Jian about meeting his parents at home tomorrow, and asked Gu Jian to send the pup away by the way.

The spacious guest room is elegantly furnished, with everything from the study room to the bathroom, like a presidential suite in a high-end hotel. Gu Jian brought a few clothes and hung them in the closet, then simply took a shower.

When the knock on the door sounded, Gu Jian's hair was half-wet and half-dry, and the black half-length hair was messy poked in the crook of his neck. He wrapped himself in a black velvet bathrobe, tied a belt on one side, and opened the door .

The bathrobe is loose and loose, revealing clear and beautiful lines of the collarbone, his skin is naturally cold white, not very healthy, like faded drawing paper, a bit decadent and deserted, coupled with Gu Jian's indifference The face is inexplicably attractive.

Cheng Xijue's breath suddenly became low, and he said calmly, "Tomorrow you will go home with me and meet the Cheng family."

Gu Jian leaned on the door frame, nodded, "Okay."

"Don't ask why?" Cheng Xijue looked at him.

Gu Jian half folded his arms and laughed inexplicably, "I can see the grandpa of a wealthy businessman, what can I ask?"

Cheng Xijue raised his eyebrows, "Really? I thought you would be reluctant."

Gu Jian stroked back the wet hair on his forehead, revealing his clean face, "I'm an idler with nothing to offer, and my dream is to marry into a wealthy family like yours, and have a soft life for the rest of my life. Now my dream has come true. It’s too late to be happy.”

He obviously said shameless trash talk, but he didn't take it seriously, as if he didn't care.

Cheng Xijue stared at him for a few seconds, Gu Jian turned his head lazily, the tattoo behind his ear was clear and vivid.

The last time he was in a hurry at the hotel, he didn't notice the small details on Gu Jian's body. Looking at it up close now, Gu Jian's tattoos behind his ears are very delicate and beautiful.

The fine needle pen outlines the layers of petals, and the color of the flower center changes from pink to thick, as if it is blooming a little bit, lifelike and vivid.

Being very close, Cheng Xijue smelled a clear fragrance, faint, like crushed mint and roses entwined.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Cheng Xijue recalled that it was Gu Jian's scent.

Useless dry mouth welled up Cheng Xijue's throat, his voice was a little hoarse, "If you want me to hate you by saying these things, you must have overestimated your own attractiveness."

"That's good."

The exposed Gu Jian suppressed his smile, lowered his eyes, his thick and long eyelashes cast a thin shadow, dull and tired, like a pool of stagnant water.

Cheng Xijue pulled out a pocket square from his chest, covering the tip of his nose, "Tomorrow you will wear formal clothes."

Gu Jian: "I don't have that kind of thing."

It takes ten days and a half months to order a suit. Cheng Xijue measured Gu Jian's height with his eyes, half a head lower than him, "I will ask Aunt Zhou to pick out my emergency suit tomorrow morning, and I will take you to order later."

Gu Jian slowly nodded, "It's just as convenient as it is for you."

Cheng Xijue teased calmly, "It's nothing, it's not like you haven't worn them."

Gu Jian casually closed the collar that had slipped off, squinting his eyes with a very sleepy look, and couldn't wait to see off the guests.

Cheng Xi felt that enough was enough, and walked down the stairs, thinking thoughtfully about the meaning of Gu Jian's tattoo behind his ear.

Until Aunt Zhou handed over the brewed coffee, she asked Xun Xun: "Sir, I contacted the Pet Adoption Center just now, and they are always available for door-to-door service."

Cheng Xijue was a little startled, and just remembered this matter.

Well, I must be too tired today.