After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The scorching sun at noon passed through the dark blue floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scorching temperature enveloped Cheng Xijue's whole body. In just a few seconds, the surge of energy and blood formed a layer of wet sweat on his neck, but he suddenly felt chills all over his body, as if stepping into the air with one foot. In the cold snow water at the end of the year, inch by inch of blood freezes.

He should have known it earlier.

With the same serious mental illness, the musical talent shown in his youth, and his impressive appearance, Gu Jian always wears headphones when he is alone in the room.

During the sudden attack at Gravity Company that night, Gu Jian was trembling in fear, and he couldn't say anything to distract him, but at that time, he was interested in it and ignored the strangeness on Gu Jian.

Thinking about it now, there are traces of everything, without any cover, Gu Jian gave up his career halfway, and said absurdly that he died several times, he rarely lied, his body was safe and sound, but his spirit was strangled in repeated treatments The continuous loss of vitality and withering is not much different from the process of death.

The counselor's hazy voice sounded, as though separated by a thick layer of glass, "Profession is profession, morality is morality, my profession is to drag him out of the quagmire, but I can't do it, now tell you Gradually, morality is gone, if you can give him a hand, at least I will keep my career."

Cheng Xijue lowered his head slowly. The velvet carpet was densely knitted and embroidered with patterns of flowers and brocades. He was thinking that if he could go back to the night at Gravity Company, even if he could pay all his wealth, he would not hesitate to open the door of the recording studio. Gu Jian, who was trembling in fear, hugged him tightly and told him softly, "I will be by your side and accompany you."

However, he clearly had the opportunity to do so at the time.

Images could not stop appearing in his mind, Gu Jian's cold and dejected eyes, his calm voice when talking about the past, and his hoarse accusations when his emotions were torn apart...he overlapped in his mind as One, into the bottomless darkness.

After a long time, Cheng Xijue looked up, took off the thin glasses on the bridge of his nose, and put his hands behind his back on the table casually, "I'm not interested in morality, but if I hear from anyone about Gu Jian consulting a psychiatrist , your career will really be reduced to nothing."

A blatant threat.

The consultant nodded dully.

Cheng Xijue raised his jaw, indicating that the consultant could leave.

As soon as the door was closed, he picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed Assistant Gao, staring at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window without blinking, "How is the matter handled?"

Assistant Gao explained: "All those present that day were our people, and no one would testify for Song Liang. Gravity Company is our territory, and Song Liang couldn't get any evidence."

Cheng Xijue knew it well, he didn't do anything he was not sure of, and said calmly: "How is the person?"

"Uh... I just woke up from a coma yesterday, with intracranial hemorrhage and a ruptured spleen, and I won't be able to leave the hospital in two or three months." Assistant Gao was terrified, and said cautiously, "Mr. Cheng, how are you doing?"

The bright sunshine made Cheng Xijue narrow his eyes, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "I regret it."

Assistant Gao took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, there's actually no big grudge..."

Cheng Xijue hung up the phone without saying a word.

He regretted not being able to crush Song Liang to death at that time, allowing him to survive, leaving a lingering life.

Cheng Xijue turned his neck, staring at the sun for too long, and suddenly looked at the wall behind him. The snow-white wall was gray and gray, like Gu Jian's wechat avatar.

The consultant once said that the most critical step in desensitization treatment is to put the most feared things in the most conspicuous position.

It was not until today that Cheng Xijue fully understood Gu Jian's fear.

A week later, on the weekend, Cheng Xijue had his stitches removed on his forehead, leaving a pale pink scar. He put on a skin-colored band-aid, got out of the car and sat in the car driven by Assistant Gao. The business trip was over, and it was time to go home .

The weather at noon was fine, the osmanthus trees in the courtyard were in full bloom, and the strong cinnamon fragrance wafted through the nose. Two servants, one left and one right, were pressing the mud-spotted Ba Fen, and Aunt Zhou was taking a shower with Ba Fen. , saw Cheng Xijue get off the car, and stood up with a smile: "Mr. Cheng is back, my wife misses you every day!"

Cheng Xijue smiled lightly and remained silent, his heart was filled with the joy of meeting Gu Jian soon. People say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, and it's true. Calling every day can't compare to seeing each other for real.

Aunt Zhou walked up to him and pointed the way. In the sunny greenhouse covered by curved glass in the backyard, bright roses were flourishing.

A thin and indifferent back is leaning against a snow-white chair. A black turtleneck sweater sets off the clean back of the neck, giving it a sense of slender elegance. His two long legs are wrapped in jeans, and the trouser legs are tucked into patent leather Martin boots. The calves are long and tight.

It's obviously very casual and casual, without any deliberate pretense, but when worn on him, it has a natural and relaxed charm.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Gu Jian's stomach seemed to be rounded. Cheng Xijue knocked on the glass door with his fingers, walked behind him, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked down at his face, "Miss me?"

Gu Jian raised his chin, looked at him with drooping eyelids boredly, "What's wrong with your head?"

Cheng Xijue chuckled and said, "When I got up in the middle of the night, I accidentally bumped into a corner in the hotel."

Gu Jian's penetrating eyes fixed on his face, making Cheng Xijue's heart thump. After more than ten seconds, Gu Jian said, "I didn't think much about it."

"I didn't think about it, I just thought about it." Cheng Xijue touched his delicate cheeks, and suddenly said in a low voice, "I miss you."

Gu Jian said "hmm", and asked lazily, "Did you think about it tonight?"

"I've been thinking about you day and night." Cheng Xijue often felt that these love words were boring, but when he said them, he spoke from his heart, and only the simplest words could express his affection.

Gu Jian raised his hands to wrap around the hanging tie, the dark blue cashmere was wrapped around his white palm, the clear finger bones were raised under the fabric, and he said slowly: "Cheng Xijue, control yourself, don't think about me. "

Cheng Xijue couldn't help but lift his thin chin, feeling pity in his heart, "You are such a treasure, I always feel that everything you say and do is tempting me."

Gu Jian pulled down the hand holding the tie, and suddenly pulled the distance between the two of them closer, almost face to face, "You are such a pervert, you talk about temptation in a few words."

The warm and familiar breath sprinkled on his face, Cheng Xijue took a deep breath, and looked at his brows and eyes with deep eyes, "I want to eat but can't eat, so I can only talk to myself/comfort."

"...Go ahead and think about it." Gu Jian let out a laugh, loosened the tie wrapped around his palm, and patted Cheng Xijue's handsome cheek.

The fragrance of roses in the greenhouse was strong and fragrant. Cheng Xijue stared at him from a close distance. The curve of the pregnant belly under the thin sweater was obviously arched, carrying the unexpected seeds, but his face was clean and moist, set off by the bright red roses all over the room. Combining nobleness and filth into one, it makes people's hearts surge in a different way.

Cheng Xijue couldn't help but touched his forehead with his lips, "Are you bored at home?"

"Is it so obvious?" Gu Jian had a mocking smile on his lips.

Cheng Xijue stood up straight, looked at the time on the watch, "Do you want to watch a movie?" Gu Jian raised his head and asked, "Are you at home?"

There is a huge audio-visual room at home, the screen is like a wall, and it is about the size of a small movie theater.

Cheng Xijue took out the car keys in his suit pocket and waved them in front of his eyes, "Go to the city."

Gu Jian got a little excited, got up and went upstairs to put on a spacious coat, went downstairs to touch his wet head, said goodbye and boarded the back seat of the car, picked up the rolled up blanket and draped it over his shoulders, holding his mobile phone Start playing games.

The movie theater on weekend nights was very lively, with people coming and going. Gu Jian wore a black mask to prevent colds and went to the front desk to buy Coke and popcorn. He was tall and tall, standing out from the crowd like a chicken. If you look at him carefully, you can tell that he is a handsome guy just by looking at half of his face.

Cheng Xijue got two movie tickets from Assistant Gao, walked to him through the crowd, put his arm around the popcorn bucket, took the Coke and inserted it neatly, and handed it to Gu Jian's mouth, "Let you have a taste. "

Gu Jian took a sip, and hadn't had any carbonated drinks since she found out she was pregnant.

With a bang, the Coke was thrown into the trash by Cheng Xijue. He was also accustomed to the sight of the people around him, and said with a little seriousness: "This is not an example."

A few minutes later, Gu Jian got the freshly squeezed juice bought by Assistant Gao, and walked into the empty movie theater side by side with Cheng Xijue. The movie tickets were bought for popular love movies, but the movie theater was empty .

Gu Jian sat in the middle of the theater, chewing sweet popcorn.

Cheng Xijue took off his suit jacket, sat down and put it on his knees, and asked nonchalantly, "There are always so few people in the cinema?"

Gu Jian thought about it for a while, and explained solemnly: "Maybe it's because you booked the venue, so there is no one there."

Cheng Xijue seemed to have just remembered this, and nodded calmly, "So that's how it is."

Just dress it up.

Gu Jian sneered inwardly.

The lights in the theater dimmed, melodious music played at the same time, and the love story on the screen slowly unfolded.

Love movies are nothing more than rain, hatred and cloud sorrow. Not long after the opening, the couples mingled together on the huge screen, embracing each other like wolves and tigers. panting.

Gu Jian seldom went to the cinema to watch movies. The deafening music and chaotic and noisy voices of the bar were more suitable for him to stay.

He leaned sideways on the armrest, with his chin resting on his palm, watching seriously, and from time to time, he twirled a piece of popcorn in Cheng Xijue's arms and threw it into his mouth, until he unhurriedly pulled the zipper of his pants with one hand.

Gu Jian glanced down, looked up at Cheng Xijue without squinting, staring at the screen in front of him raptly, and whispered, "There are surveillance cameras in the theater, are you crazy?"

Cheng Xijue still looked at the screen with a smile on his lips, "Are you afraid?"

Gu Jian patted the back of his hand, grabbed the zipper firmly to maintain the bottom line, and said lightly: "I'm afraid that if I search for your name on the Internet in the future, it will be you who beat men in the cinema..."

At the end of the speech, Cheng Xijue suddenly put his suit jacket on the carpet at Gu Jian's feet, turned sideways and knelt down on one knee, as if he was asking for marriage, a gentleman and elegant, but what he was about to do was obscene, and looked up at Gu Jian He chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, there is no monitoring in this hall, no one will come in to disturb us."

Come prepared.

Gu Jian suddenly understood what he wanted to do, leaned back, and leaned coldly in the dark shadows, his subordinates did not give up on the control of the zipper, "I believe you have watched a lot of movies now."

The two of them competed for tens of seconds. Cheng Xijue has been exercising all year round, and his hands are not usually strong. With a little effort, he was able to control him clearly, and he began to serve him in various ways.

Gu Jian pushed a few times until Cheng Xijue was in charge of the power, and he didn't dare to fight with him, the pain might be fatal if he got hurt.

Cheng Xijue was more than just watching a movie. He took detailed notes and understood how to do each step. Gu Jian leaned his head back on the seat, the snow-white screen light shone on his bare neck, and his indifferent Adam's apple rolled violently, as if something Things boiled in the body.

Cheng Xijue's face was submerged in the shadows, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. Looking at his great achievements, he said, "You're fine, you just need a little guidance."

Gu Jian subconsciously rubbed his knees on him a few times, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hurry up, continue."

Cheng Xijue licked the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Gu Jian, can we remarry?"

"You really know how to take advantage of the fire." Gu Jian breathed heavily, trying to sit up to stop him, "Stay away from me, don't touch me."

Cheng Xijue knew that he was playing hard to get, but he couldn't bear to make him feel uncomfortable, so he lowered his head and continued.

Finally, he took out the silk scarf on the chest of the suit, wiped the things on his chin, and showed it to Gu Jian.

Gu Jian leaned so softly on the seat that he couldn't get up, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the original tone, and he gave a weak command: "Throw it away."

Cheng Xijue folded them squarely, put them into the breast pocket of his shirt, and said solemnly: "Of course the gift my baby gave me should be treasured carefully, how can I throw it away at will?"