After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

Minglian got up at the same time this morning as usual, and today he planned to go back to Ming's house and ask his father about the necklace.

When he was about to walk to the kitchen, Minglian heard some movement in the kitchen.

Minglian was slightly taken aback.

The first reaction is to enter the thief?

But after thinking about it, I felt that it was impossible. Somebody's thieves were sneaking towards the kitchen. Besides, this community is a high-end community, and the security management is very good.

It's been a long time since I moved in, and I haven't heard of any burglars.

If Minglian felt something, he walked over and saw a tall figure in the kitchen.

Jiang Jiao was wearing the apron that was too small for him, probably not very good at it, and the two strings tied him in a tight knot.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot, as if something was cooking, but there was no fragrance in the air.

Probably hearing Minglian's footsteps, the tall figure froze for a moment before turning around.

Minglian was startled, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

I saw that Jiang Jiao's eyes were swollen high, and his eyes, which were not too small, were squeezed two degrees smaller, as if the eyelids were swollen by the crack of the door.

Now the two dark circles under his eyes are big and heavy, and those who don't know it think he got into a fight not long ago.

"Good morning." Jiang Jiao said dryly, "I made you breakfast, you can eat it later."

Probably knowing what he looks like now, Jiang Jiao turned his head away after speaking.

Minglian didn't speak, just walked over to have a look.

Jiang Jiao was cooking the noodles, and the noodles had turned into lumps.I can see that there are many ingredients in this pot of noodles, leftover chicken, vegetables and eggs from last night.

Oh, and tomatoes and potatoes.

A big pot of stewing together is like a hodgepodge.

"Is this for you, or for me?" Minglian felt that this pot of food looked poisonous.

Same as dog food.

No, dog food looks better than it.

Before Minglian came, Jiang Jiao felt that the food he cooked was okay, but after Minglian came, he was swept away by the pair of peach-blossom eyes that turned inside and outside, and suddenly felt that this pot of noodles was too much to handle.

"Let's eat together." Jiang Jiao hurriedly changed his words.

Ming didn't even have the slightest interest in his stuff.

Jiang Jiao also noticed it, and he tried to remedy it, "The cooking didn't look good this time, it will be fine when I practice a few more times in the future."

Cooking has never been so difficult for him.

Obviously there are such ingredients in it when you usually eat it, why do you get it all messed up when you start it by yourself?

Minglian pushed the person away, "Don't do it if you can't, it's a waste of food."

"I have to learn, otherwise it will be unfair to you." Jiang Jiao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

He realized later that the contribution of his partner is two-way, and it also needs to be expressed.

It's not just because you think you like it, you can maintain the relationship.

Minglian paused for a while before cracking eggs, and finally raised his eyes to look at him, "Jiang Jiao, did you ignore what I said last night? You only have two choices now, first, divorce immediately, so maybe I can think highly of you One glance. Second, we have been separated for two years, and the final result will not change in any way, but I will look down on you very much."

Jiang Jiao's face was slightly pale, his head was lowered, and even his back was a little bent, like a listless big dog, "I didn't listen to the wind, I thought about it."

Minglian turned his gaze back to the egg, "So what's your answer, divorce immediately?"

Those two words made Jiang Jiao's heart twitch. He turned his head in embarrassment, and the bite muscles on the side of his cheeks bulged again and again, before he whispered, "...can we talk after eating the noodles?" .”

Minglian didn't care, "Although the one you cooked is a little ugly, it should be edible."

Jiang Jiao's eyes suddenly lit up, sparkling.

If there was a big fluffy tail behind him, it would probably be able to shake it to blow the wind right now.

however--

"So you have to deal with it yourself." Ming Lian poured out the pot of noodles that looked poisonous.

Jiang Jiao's big tail froze instantly.

Minglian's craftsmanship is really good, whether it is noodles or other ingredients, they are all cooked just right.

It is the kind of beauty that can be used as a signboard of a restaurant by just taking a photo.

Breakfast is served at a round table in the living room.

When Jiang Jiao cooked the noodles, he pre-ordered a serving of Ming Lian, so the amount of noodles was so large that Ming Lian had to use the big soup bag to pack them.

A lump of noodles, overcooked, no soup can be seen, and in this "ocean" of battered noodles, there are wastes of various colors floating.

It's like pigs eating hogwash.

Looking at it makes people lose their appetite.

Jiang Jiao stared at the "pig food" in front of him, as if he was facing an enemy, as if it was not food, but a nail that could pierce his stomach.

To be honest, Jiang Jiao is far from looking down on this face.

But Minglian was sitting opposite, and Jiang Jiao felt that if he couldn't even eat it himself, how could he have the nerve to give Minglian a taste of the things he made in the future?

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Jiao picked up the chopsticks beside him and buried his head low without saying anything else.

Go dry.

It's a bit of the courage of a strong man to cut his wrists.

Minglian was a little surprised, he didn't expect Jiang Jiao to eat it.

In his impression, Jiang Jiao is a very picky person.

He likes to eat dishes from high-end restaurants, but despises roadside stalls.If the clothes you wear are not high-order, you have to wear big-name brands.

I have a cleanliness habit, and I don’t bother to wash my socks when I travel. I bring a box at a time, and I wear a pair every day and throw away a pair.

Not only was he too lazy to wash, but he was also not allowed to wash his socks.

After taking off the filter, Ming Lian really felt that Jiang Jiao was too stupid.

So now, when Minglian saw that he was really buried in eating, he couldn't help staring at Jiang Jiao for a while.

After being surprised, Minglian suddenly smiled.

This big pocket is quite like a dog food bowl, which is just right for Jiang Jiao, a dog man.

Hearing Minglian's chuckle, Jiang Jiao raised his head, his eyes, which had not been closed all night, were slightly red, as if he had been crying.

"Minglian..." Jiang Jiao called out in a low voice.

After he yelled, he didn't say anything else, and looked at Minglian with a pair of red eyes.

Minglian ignored him.

Jiang Jiao pursed his lips in frustration.

After breakfast, Ming Lian was about to pack his things, when a wide palm stretched out from the other end, and took his bowl and chopsticks over.

The hands of the two touched for a moment.

Minglian immediately withdrew his hand the same as when he was in the Xihe parking lot.

Jiang Jiao didn't pay attention last time, but this time he did.

That thick big palm was also a meal, Jiang Jiao's back seemed to be unable to straighten up in the kitchen, his head was lowered, and his eyelids were also drooping, "Ming Lian, I agree to divorce."

Ming Lian looked at him, and saw that his eyes were blue and black, his face was pale, his forehead hair, which was always carefully groomed in the past, now hung down a few strands in embarrassment.

Seeing Jiang Jiao like this, Ming Lian felt somewhat inexplicable, but it was definitely not distressed or uncomfortable.

Like, let out a sigh of relief.

Did they let each other go.

"But Minglian, I want you to know that it's not that I want to divorce you, but that it's your wish. You said that I should learn to respect people, and I'm learning slowly now." Jiang Jiao's voice was very low , probably because he didn't sleep all night, his voice was hoarse.

You want a divorce, that's why I divorced you.

"The reason why this marriage can't go on is all my fault. The fault lies with me. I know that you are good at writing scripts and capable of making money, but can you..." Jiang Jiao looked down at his hand. bowl.

A big soup bowl like a bucket of rice, a normal size.

One large and one small were stacked together by Jiang Jiao.

He rubbed the edge of the normal-sized noodle bowl gently, a little timidly, but also nostalgic.

"...Can you accept my compensation?" Jiang Jiao kept talking as if he was afraid that Minglian would not even want anything from him.

"They said that the one who made a mistake in the marriage should leave the house. I think this is very good. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. 'Ming Jiang' is just on the track, and the scale is not very large. Compared with cash, the value of shares will increase. More space."

Minglian said casually, "Oh? How much do you plan to give?"

In their junior year, the two were more than friends but less than lovers.

At that time, Jiang Jiao did a big thing, he registered a company.

Name: Mingjiang

Because of this, Ming even walked with a buoyant look for a whole month, and he felt beautiful in everything he saw.

In the second half of the university, the "bright generals" continued to recruit troops, and Jiang Jiao took off directly after graduation.

Jiang Jiao didn't hesitate, "I'll give you all the shares in my hand."

"Give it all to me?" Minglian was a little surprised.

Jiang Jiao nodded slightly, but still didn't dare to look up at Minglian, "It was meant to be given to you, too."

Minglian couldn't understand Jiang Jiao anymore.

It can be said that Jiang Jiao loves him very much, but judging from his usual relationship, Jiang Jiao's love for him is really not obvious, and sometimes he can't even feel it.

However, if Jiang Jiao doesn't love him, this person can give him the most important career of a man.

Once all the shares were sent out, Jiang Jiao, who started his own business with one hand, became a part-time worker.

The boss is Minglian.

This man Jiang Jiao is a dog, but Minglian can't deny this man's sense of business.

Sensitive enough to be called terrifying.

His analysis of policies and market trends, as well as various fine-grained materials, is more accurate than old fritters who have been in the market for more than ten years.

Of course, his advantages are far more than these.

There is a Jiang family behind him.

It is said that they started from scratch, but they are very good business partners. After knowing that the young man of the Jiang family came out to do business alone, they rushed to do business with him.

Soon, the size of Mingjiang was like a fluffy cake, which inflated like a balloon.

"Except for Mingjiang, I will give you all the assets under my name. Minglian, can you, can you leave this house to me." Jiang Jiao finally raised his head and used his black and swollen eyes, which looked like bees. Even if he was stung, he looked at Minglian with his eyes as if he had been punched.

"I know you definitely don't want to live here anymore, so can you leave it to me?" Jiang Jiao begged.

There are their memories here, Minglian has been lost by him, and he can't lose this house again.

This kind of property division basically hollowed out Jiang Jiao.

Minglian was silent.

Jiang Jiao waited more and more anxiously.

He was afraid that Minglian would disagree, that the other party would think that Mingjiang's shares were worthless if he couldn't cash them out immediately, or he just wanted to get back his previous share.

"If you don't agree, then I won't divorce!" Jiang Jiao straightened his spine.

Minglian glanced over.

Someone's inflated spine was pierced with a big hole, and the air was deflated, and soon the lumbar spine became flat and curved again.

"Hurry up to send money, right? All right." Minglian smiled half-smile.

The author has something to say:

My description of Jiang Gou’s side actually didn’t mean to whitewash him, I just wanted to make this character more plump ==

To reiterate: no whitewashing.Just like the introduction said, there is a super-large crematorium.If he can't learn respect and love, if he doesn't satisfy my real mother, he won't be able to catch up with his wife.