After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

When Yu Xiao talked about Gu Jian's affairs, she couldn't hold back the brakes. She had opened a shelter for many years, and she had seen all kinds of people from south to north. She could take the initiative to find children in the shelter, and their family life was generally complicated. , the social relationship is chaotic, resulting in a rebellious temperament, which is very difficult to discipline.

She vividly told Cheng Xijue about the first time she met Gu Jian, and said with emotion: "I didn't see it right then, I thought some noble young master was living on the street!"

That day, when Yu Xiao returned to the small courtyard, she saw a mother and son sitting on the sofa. The mother was neatly dressed in a shirt and knee-length skirt, her hair was pulled behind her head meticulously, without a single strand of hair scattered, and she looked beautiful. Qingli, with a calm and elegant expression, he abides by the law like a devout believer.

Gu Jian next to him kept his head down, but his sitting posture was very upright, his hands resting on his knees motionless, tense like the strings on a bow.

Yu Xiao had never seen her parents deliver it to her door in person, and she was unwilling to leave Gu Jian in the shelter regardless of whether Ning Wan was soft or hard, and insisted that Ning Wan be responsible for her son.

The two sides were at a stalemate, Ning Wan looked cold, answered the phone and went out, leaving Yu Xiao and Gu Jian in the door of the room. When Gu Jian looked up, she realized that the child was handsome and smiled at her. Yu Xiao's heart was melted by calling her sister obediently.

Ning Wan said earlier that Gu Jian had misbehavior and had a violent temper, and beat up a famous professor. The professor was highly respected and didn't care about him, otherwise he would go to the detention center and his whole life would be over. Yu Xiao thought that Gu Jian should It was the kind of unruly, disrespectful young man, but Gu Jian was exactly the opposite of what she had imagined.

He is humble and polite, speaks slowly, and has developed the ability to observe words and expressions in a strict educational environment, but it is not the kind of courteousness, but a kind of insight after a thorough understanding of things. He uses this instinct to assist Yu Xiao in the containment Things are handled in an orderly manner.

Cheng Xijue listened very carefully, and quietly looked at Yu Xiao's face that sometimes sighed and sometimes rejoiced, and Gu Jian's appearance when he was young was sketched in his mind. Since his youth, he has been repeating two words: lost.

Losing musical talent, losing his mother, losing his family, and losing his past honors is a journey that an ordinary person takes his whole life to complete. He has tasted all the unsatisfactory things early on. Unable to fight, the only thing to do is to close yourself up.

He is like an exquisite glass bottle, with a delicate mouth decorated with gold lacquer, and then wrapped with silver-gilt copper wire, affixed with a highly poisonous label, and placed in the most conspicuous position.

Everyone knows that it should be kept at a distance, but this cold and charming poison is too attractive for people to find out. Cheng Xijue is not, but he was lucky enough to lift the lid and take a sip. Since then, he has become addicted. Savor the beauty of it.

Cheng Xijue felt sore, he couldn't go back to the past and take back everything that Jian belonged to, but he could rebuild a home and give Gu Jian back everything he lost.

When Cheng Xijue came home at noon, Gu Jian's belly was too conspicuous recently, so he asked for a long vacation from Gravity Company to raise his baby at home. He wished that Gu Jian could stay at home so that the doctor could take care of him at any time.

He knocked on the door a few times, opened the door and walked in. Gu Jian leaned on the balcony chair and watched his mobile phone, and fell asleep at his feet.

The bright and mottled sunlight passed through the shade of the trees and jumped on Gu Jian's warm neck. Cheng Xijue leaned over to smell the soft and pleasant smell on the back of his neck, and glanced at the news page on the phone from the corner of his eye, "Huh? What are you looking at? Gu Jian held up the phone and let him see it for himself.

Gossip from a social celebrity, Song Liang’s ex-wife was actually a student when he was teaching at the university. It lasted only a few years and ended in divorce.

Teacher-student love is an immoral behavior. Song Liang, a model of literati, has such a dark history. The media condemned Song Liang's professional ethics, but most people did not buy it. Although it is indeed immoral, they are all adults. People, there is nothing to blame for what you like and what I want.

There are too many things like marrying a student, and Song Liang is just one of them. Netizens are too lazy to scold Song Liang.

Cheng Xijue pressed his chin on Gu Jian's shoulder, and asked after reading it, "Muro sent it to you?"

Gu Jian never took the initiative to search for Song Liang's affairs. After locking the screen, he put his phone on the small coffee table, "Well, I don't know who found out Song Liang's old news and broke it to the media, but it's useless."

"It's really useless." Cheng Xijue hugged his thin back from behind, rubbing the tip of his nose against the silky black hair in his neck, and said in a muffled voice: "There is a crack in the statue, and people never take it as a big deal." .”

But when the statue collapsed, people would not doubt its authenticity, because they had witnessed a crack in the statue with their own eyes.

To deal with a paranoid lunatic like Song Liang who is different from ordinary people, physical pain cannot destroy him, but will make him complacent, and once again successfully manipulated the anger of others.

The only way to destroy Gu Jian was to destroy him spiritually, and take away what he depended on for survival and the most important thing in his life - reputation.

Gu Jian's neck was hot and itchy, and his hot breath swept across his skin like a feather. He pushed Cheng Xijue's head away, "The doctor will come and measure my abdomen in a while, and I'll change into loose clothes."

When the abdominal circumference was measured earlier, Cheng Xijue was not at home and did not go to the scene to watch. He only got a few numbers from the doctor to make sure that Gu Jian and the baby's data were both healthy.

The doctor arrived on time with two nurses, carrying a disinfectant spray and a tape measure in the tray. When they saw Cheng Xijue, they greeted Cheng Xijue respectfully.

Cheng Xijue nodded, leaned on the window sill with folded arms, and stared straight at Gu Jian.

Gu Jian changed into a pair of loose sweatpants, lay on the bed and lifted up his shirt familiarly, revealing a round and tight belly, delicate and smooth skin covered with fine blue veins, and the swirls at the navel were like water droplets, very cute.

"Do you have to show your belly?" Cheng Xijue asked the doctor calmly.

The doctor was stunned, and then replied: "The measurement is not accurate through the clothes."

Cheng Xijue pursed her lips, turned her face away and said nothing.

The doctor held a tape measure and used his eyes to measure the range to be measured, "Ma'am, pull down the pants a bit more."

Gu Jian got used to it, and pulled down the waist a few times with both hands, revealing the edge of the pure white underwear, and a few inches down, you can see everything at a glance.

Cheng Xijue squinted, stretched his arms and drew the curtains neatly to cover the bright light outside the window, and the room door was plunged into half-darkness. He couldn't help asking: "Does it have to be this low?"

"This way the measurement is more accurate." The doctor said speechlessly.

Cheng Xijue strode over, stood beside the bed, and said coldly, "Then why don't you hurry up?"

Gu Jian glanced at him, and arched his waist to make it easier for the doctor's tape to pass through. The cold tape circled around the pregnant belly, and the doctor couldn't see the numbers on it clearly, so he lowered his head and leaned closer to his belly button to look at the data.

Cheng Xijue suddenly supported the doctor's head with his palm, and glanced at the number on the tape measure, "81 centimeters."

The doctor raised his head and said to the nurse behind him, "Remember, this time it is 81 centimeters."

Cheng Xijue pulled down Gu Jian's clothes with one hand, and at the same time lifted his trouser waist with the other hand, covering it tightly, and asked angrily, "You are short-sighted and don't you wear glasses?"

"...Mr. Cheng, I'll be worthy when I go back." The doctor said helplessly.

Gu Jian sighed lightly, deliberately teasing Cheng Xijue, "Huh? You're not short-sighted, why do you still wear glasses?"

Cheng Xijue pinched the bridge of his nose, watched the doctors and nurses leave, then turned to Gu Jian and said seriously, "I'll measure your abdominal circumference in the future, I've learned it just now."

Gu Jian didn't bother to pay attention to him, kicked on his shoes and got off the bed, stood up and stretched a long way.

Cheng Xijue squinted his eyes and looked at the clean skin under the clothes he pulled up. Thinking of Gu Jian's measurement in the past few months, he regretted not learning how to measure his abdomen earlier.

Gu Jian's stomach was getting bigger and bigger, and it was difficult for him to move around. The doctor suggested that he exercise more, such as walking or yoga, which will help his health and he will recover faster after giving birth.

There is a home gym on the top floor of the villa, which is the place Cheng Xijue often goes to. At night, Gu Jian is wearing a sportswear, with headphones hanging around his neck, pushing open the glass door of the gym, and preparing to take a walk on the treadmill.

The bright and spacious gym has all kinds of equipment, equipped with a luxurious and top-notch massage cabin, and there is a steam bath in the bathroom door, which is everything from fitness to muscle relaxation.

Cheng Xijue was sitting in a chair, holding a white baseball in his left hand, and slammed his wrist against the wall. When it bounced back suddenly, he stretched out his hand to catch it nimbly, and repeated the action one by one.

Gu Jian walked several thousand meters, looked back, and saw a shallow hole in the white wall by Cheng Xijue, as if he felt that this kind of exercise was not strong enough, Cheng Xijue was holding a metal grip with his left hand, and the smooth muscles on his arm Tense, concentrating on the technique and grip of the left hand.

"What do you do with your left hand?"

Gu Jian slowly got off the treadmill, pulled up a towel to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and sat beside him carelessly.

Cheng Xijue loosened his palm slightly, and held it again when the thick spring on the grip was relaxed, repeatedly grasping the uniform force, and wrapped his right arm around Gu Jian's shoulder, smelling the smell of him just after exercising like a pervert, " I can't tell you now."

Gu Jian raised his eyebrows and said casually, "I don't want to know yet."

Cheng Xijue understood that he was baiting, but he didn't say anything. His nose smelled from the delicate neck to the collarbone, and then inch by inch to his chest. He took a deep breath through the sweatshirt and said solemnly: "You have a milky smell on you."

"I don't have milk." Gu Jian raised his face, resting his head on the back of the sofa, too lazy to move, which just satisfied Cheng Xijue's desire.

Cheng Xijue frowned, and said cautiously, "I want to smell it clearly."

As he spoke, he lifted up his sweatshirt, rubbed his cold nose against his pregnant belly, burrowed his head into the loose clothes, and sniffed his chest sanctimoniously, looking for the nonexistent milk scent.

Gu Jian was itchy from being rubbed against by his stiff short hair, pressed his palm against his head and pushed it out forcefully, angrily and amusedly said: "You are so fucking perverted."

Cheng Xijue wiped his lips intently. He wasn't lying. Gu Jian did have a faint milky scent. It was only later that he learned that a pregnant woman would release a hormone, which was similar to the milky scent. sense of security.