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

The student card was face up, even if Minglian didn't want to read it, he saw it.

In the past, the student cards were all pasted with photos. On a student card with the name of the class printed, there was a small white box for the photo.

As for the one-inch photo, you have to prepare it yourself.

It stands to reason that as long as the double-sided tape passes for a year or two, the glue on it will solidify and the stickiness will gradually disappear.

However, the one-inch photo on this student card is still stuck firmly, as if someone has reinforced it from time to time.

In the photo, the boy who was still a boy was very handsome, he was the kind of handsome man who blended bright and gentle begonias.

His pupils are clear, and the line from the hairline to the brow bone on his forehead is particularly beautiful. When looking at the camera, his brows and eyes are curved, and his peach blossom eyes seem to be full of stars.

The boy's smile was clean and dazzling.

Even though her eyebrows and eyes are still childish, even though she is still wearing a blue and white school uniform that others think is rustic, she is still outstanding.

Shining like a diamond under exhibition lights.

Next to the photo, it says:

Senior Two (9) Class, Minglian

Minglian was stunned.

Looking back at the memory, he remembered that he seemed to have really lost his student ID card when he was a sophomore in high school.

But why is the lost student ID here?

Glancing at the large box of notebooks out of the corner of his eye, Minglian suddenly had an incredible guess.

The notebook that was originally closed was opened by him again.

The handwriting on the notebook is scribbled, and at first glance it is still indeterminate. Compared with the current sharpness, the corners are rounded.

【Amazing! ! !The school was actually selected as the examination room for the math competition in the city, and the examination room was still next to my class! !Although that day was Sunday, the school forced students to have a holiday and did not give self-study, so I couldn't be there.My male god is taking the exam next door to me, rounding up, we both passed the same class!Rounding it up again, I have been at the same table with the male god! ! 】

[Phew~ I finally caught up with that idiot Yu Hongwei, let’s just say, I’m the best player in the world in games, so there’s no point that I can’t get in! (There are three hundred laughs here)]

[Today, the male god's expression seemed to be a little off. I asked Yu Hongwei, and he said that the male god's stomach was a little uncomfortable.Damn, that bland tone made me want to hit someone! !After school, I went to the school doctor's office to buy stomach medicine, but. . . . 】

The writer was probably very irritable, and the four full stops that followed were big and round.

[But the male god doesn't know me! !If I rush over, will the male god think that I have (NO) raped him for a long time! !Why--】

Minglian's gaze slid from the booklet in his hand to the student ID card lying quietly on the ground.

In the photo, the bookish teenager was smiling.

The identity of the "male god" in the book is not difficult to guess.

But Minglian is incredible.

He thought that the first time he met Jiang Jiao was in college, but now it seems that it was not at all.

They are high school alumni!

The other party has known him for a long time.

He knew clearly that the notebook in his hand was **, but he just couldn't help but want to read it.

He chased Jiang Jiao for five years before he achieved the true result, but when he found out that the other party actually knew him when he was in high school.

And now it seems that Jiang Jiao had a good impression of him at that time!

absurd.

It's ridiculous.

In the past, I often heard people say that I was so angry that I had a heart attack. At that time, Minglian thought it was an exaggerated expression, but now he knows it!

Really angry to heart attack! !

Ming Lian is a person who is used to writing scripts and has been dealing with words all year round. His reading speed is very fast.

This thin booklet is filled with the thoughts of teenagers in the second year of middle school.

But many of them are fragmentary records, like writing a diary, but other people's diaries are recorded once a day, and Jiang Jiao's is "time record".

Sometimes an entire page is devoted to a certain period of mental activity.

If these psychological activities are turned into bullet screens, the colorful bullet screens will never stop.

such as:

[The male god is playing basketball today, on the basketball court next to the canteen!I can go and see him by buying water! !Happy to 360-degree pattern rotation! ! ! 】

[The male god confessed again today! !Damn, where's my long knife?I'm going to kill those scumbags.Cough cough, say something softly, in fact, I also want to confess.Hey~]

【Rubbish!Don't think I didn't hear, those slags are calling me black coal balls behind my back.But it is said that black and white match, my male god is so white, I match him with black and white is positive and positive (the word 'positive' is omitted for countless times) good! 】

Minglian never knew that Jiang Jiao had so many inner dramas.

After watching this journey, Ming Lian discovered that Yu Hongwei, who suddenly took special care of him in the late sophomore year of high school, was actually a trustee.

The stomach medicine that the other party gave him came from Jiang Jiao. He said that the milk that was sent too much and was almost past the expiration date was also from Jiang Jiao, and even the chocolate to supplement blood sugar.

Yu Hongwei treats him well, and Minglian also reciprocates.

In addition to occasionally treating Yu Hongwei to dinner, he will also give birthday gifts to each other on their birthdays.

As a result, this birthday present——

【Ahhh! ! ! (There must be an angry scream here), the male god actually gave a gift to Yu Hongwei!The gift was a poster of his favorite football star! !Jealous to deformation!It stands to reason that this poster should be mine.Forget it, just treat it as mine (lighting a cigarette).One day, I will definitely take the male god to a football game! 】

The thickness of the single book is limited, and one book can be read quickly.

Minglian looked at the pile of notebooks that looked like hills, pondered for a while, and finally stretched out his hand, but still took the single volume.

He has a doubt in his heart, and if he doesn't solve it, he will always think about it in the future.

Since Jiang Jiao seems to have a good impression of him, why didn't he agree to his pursuit at the beginning.

Minglian remembers that he started chasing Jiang Jiao in freshman year.

He lived in dormitories when he was in college, and he once asked his roommates to give advice, which can be said to be 72 kinds of martial arts.

However, it didn't work out at the time.

Minglian continued to read.

What I chose was still a booklet that looked like it was in high school.

The style is similar to the previous one, with a ton of inner drama, all kinds of ghosts crying and howling, and the breath of the second book is so thick that it can choke people to death.

After quickly flipping through, Minglian finally found the answer.

[Today I have to do something big, I want to confess to my male god! ! !I was so excited, I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep until three o'clock last night!Today I got a super handsome hairstyle, I hope this hairstyle can help me add points (uneasy)]

[My mood is so complicated that I can't express it! !Please allow Xiaosheng to be quiet, huh~ This matter is a long story, I wanted to confess to the male god, but I was caught by the Miejue Shigong from the Academic Affairs Office, and he ruined the hairstyle I specially got up an hour early to do! !Still in the toilet, hold me down and wash my hair! ! 】

The handwriting on the back became more and more frantic.

Minglian could even guess that when he wrote this sentence many years ago, the young man frowned and gritted his teeth, like an irritated puppy.

[However, everything that happened later made me very grateful to this Miejue Shigong (Xiaosheng thanks again)!I saw my male god on the way back to the classroom, and it was another confession scene!It was Ma Haoqiao from the class next door who confessed to the male god. 】

Minglian looked at the name "Ma Haoqiao" and vaguely remembered it.

Ma Haoqiao has a mine in his family. This is not a joke, his family really has a mine.

He was a well-known rich student in the school at that time.

Ming Lian remembered that this brother only turned around when he was a sophomore in high school, and he started chasing him not long after turning around.

Write love letters, give gifts, send roses, and often send a lot of them, as much publicity as you want.

Their school was closed management at that time, God knows how those roses got in.

Well, maybe it's true that money can turn ghosts around.

Although this brother was good-looking and had good grades, he didn't want to fall in love at all at that time.

In the face of pursuit, of course it is rejected.

However, this brother was stimulated by this, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became, and he vowed not to give up if he didn't talk to him about a boyfriend.

He was so annoyed at that time that he thought of a once-for-all excuse to turn him down.

Minglian resisted the urge to hit someone and continued to look down.

[The male god rejected Ma Haoqiao! !Hmph, the expected result, how can a man as good as I am be attracted to that kind of idiot who has nothing but money! 】

I was probably very happy. After writing this paragraph, I drew a rather ugly picture beside it, but it should be a firework pattern.

Celebrate with your own fireworks.

[A big event happened later, let me take another breath of oxygen to calm down (suck)!I heard my male god say: I don't like others to take too much initiative, so we have nothing to do! ! !My goodness, the ideal type of a male god is actually the flower of Gaoling! ! ! 】

A large triangle appeared below, and a large arrow was drawn in an abnormally rough manner.

The word "Iceberg" is written on the other end of the arrow.

[My male god actually likes the iceberg type, my heart hurts so much!What is this, to die before leaving the teacher, and make the hero burst into tears? 】

Followed by a long paragraph, a full three pages, full of the extremely active inner drama of that 17-year-old boy.

It is heavier than Mount Tai and higher than Huangyue. If you use a sentence to describe it, it is probably: the yellow crane can't fly, and the ape wants to overcome its worries and climb.

Finally, after a row of exclamation marks, the word Frantic appeared again.

[I have decided, I want to change myself!The former Jiang? Tianliang Po? Jiao has died, and the reborn is—Jiang? Niu Colu? Jiao! !Starting today, Jiang? Niu Colu? Jiao will become the flower of Gaoling, the ultimate goal: take down my male god and live with him for the rest of his life! ! 】

Minglian gritted his teeth.

On the basketball court, his first impression of Jiang Jiao was that this boy was taciturn and a bit cold.

Why did the other party know him clearly in high school, but pretended not to know him when they first met?

Why did Jiang Jiao have a crush on him a long time ago, but it took him so many years to kidnap him and get the red book together?

There are also sometimes hot and cold, which can be called a weird post-marriage attitude.

Minglian now has the answers to all the questions.

The occlusal muscles on the side of his face twitched violently, and Ming Lian slammed the pamphlet into the box.

Staring at the big box, Ming Lian felt the fire in his heart.

Finally couldn't help it, he cursed at the box: "Damn, what kind of idiot is this? Is the placenta mature!"

After scolding, Ming Lian exhaled a breath, the breath was relieved, and the small remaining feeling in his heart that could be ignored at first glance disappeared.

The whole person is much more relaxed.

But it's easy, but Ming Lian didn't give up the idea of ​​divorce at all.

The plan is still there.

But before the divorce, he thought he had to take Jiang Jiao somewhere.

The sun is rising, and the morning light is lighting up the earth. As the sky is getting brighter, this huge city monster is slowly waking up under the horn of sky light.

Today is Monday, a working day.

Yesterday Minglian made an agreement with Jiang Jiao, and this morning they will be divorced by the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Waking up this morning, Jiang Jiao still had two dark circles under his eyes, not surprisingly, he found that some things in the bedroom had been tidied up.

What should be packed, what should be packed, looks like it is about to go on a long journey.

But Jiang Jiao knew that it wasn't, it wasn't a trip, but that Minglian was leaving him.

The packed luggage, no matter how unsightly it looks, is obviously square, but at this moment it seems to have turned into a monster that can eat people, waving sharp claws and fangs, with a ferocious face.

Jiang Jiao felt uncomfortable watching, and was about to look away when he suddenly saw Minglian coming out of the bedroom.

The movement of moving away paused.

Reluctantly.

"Good morning." Jiang Jiao said.

Minglian replied, and then looked at the person stuck in the aisle like a pillar, "Don't go to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the morning, you go to a place with me."

Jiang Jiao held his breath, and a gleam of light slowly gathered in his eyes that seemed to be stained with thick ink.

That is hope.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau will go in the afternoon." Ming Lian patched.

The light went out instantly.

Jiang Jiao's shoulders loosened, as if a bit of energy had been taken away from him.

Minglian stared at Jiang Jiao, scrutinized him carefully, and examined him with a brand-new gaze that removed the filters and inherent impressions.

And I have to say that when Jiang Jiao is expressionless, his handsome face with a strong sense of sculpture has a sense of distance. Coupled with the small mole on the side of the nose, it is both dusty and sexy.

Like the handful of snow on the top of the mountain, it is out of reach, and like the moonlight reflected on the lake, there is a fascinating sparkle.

But now-

When his shoulders were slightly slack and the light in his eyes dimmed, the so-called indifference and inhumanity covering the outside cracked like a spider web.

Hard to find unless you look carefully.

Minglian met many people later, and different people have different talents.

Some people are good at painting, some are good at music, some are good at acting.

Ming Lian dared to say that Jiang Jiao's talent in acting is definitely one of the best in the entertainment industry.

Happy to have an invisible Oscar winner at home?

No, Minglian wants to hit someone now.

I can't bear it anymore.

"I ordered breakfast, it should be delivered soon." Jiang Jiao whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

It's the delivery guy's phone number.

Jiang Jiao brought in the breakfast.

There were two big bags on the table, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, lean meat porridge, and other snacks.

Everything that one expects to find, Jiang Jiao ordered a lot of everything.

Minglian: "Eat until you are full, otherwise it will be inconvenient to wait."

He even agreed to the divorce, and now Jiang Jiao would nod his head even if he said anything.

While eating breakfast, Jiang Jiao sneaked a peek at Minglian while eating, wondering where he was going.

Did Minglian change his mind?

But it's not right, the time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau was only changed to the afternoon.

It's inconvenient to wait, what's the inconvenience?

Hey~ I want to ask a little bit, but if I ask Minglian, will he think he is long-winded?

But if I don't talk much now, I won't be able to talk in a short time.

"Ming Lian, where are we going?" Jiang Jiao tangled up and down, and finally spoke.

Even if he only glanced at himself, he made money, didn't he?Jiang Jiao comforted himself.

"You'll find out later." Minglian ate a spoonful of porridge slowly.

Jiang Jiao was flattered to get an answer unexpectedly.

His eyes widened slightly, if it weren't for the two big dark circles under his eyes, contrasted by black and white, the movement of his eyes widening slightly would not be obvious.

Minglian's eyes twitched.

Suddenly, I felt that my previous self was really wearing a pair of [-]-fold filters, otherwise, why would I feel that Jiang Jiao has a kind of dust that rejects people thousands of miles away?

It is really a dare to act, a dare to believe.

She drank the porridge with her eyes down and ignored him.

Even though he knew that Minglian was going to divorce him in the afternoon, Jiang Jiao still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

He thought that the place he went to before the divorce must be very meaningful.

Maybe there used to be fond memories of the two of them there, maybe he could use that to keep Minglian back.

Jiang Jiao's heart was stuffed, while he waited secretly.

However, after nearly four and 10 minutes of driving, the vehicle finally stopped in front of a boxing gym.

There was a big question mark in Jiang Jiao's head.

"Ming Lian, what are we doing here? Do you want to punch?" Jiang Jiao turned to look at the person beside him.

The morning sunlight slipped in from the car window and fell on the hands of the young man in the driver's seat, making the cold white skin shine brightly, with the warmth of jade.

Minglian unbuckled his seat belt, and said in a flat tone, "Yes, let's punch."

Jiang Jiao actually had a lot to say.

He held back and held back, and finally couldn't help it, "Why do you suddenly want to punch?"

Minglian glanced at him, the sunlight fell on the corners of his flowing eyes and brows, his whole body looked so good that it seemed to glow.

"Hands are itchy, if you want to hit someone, hit someone." Ming Lian said meaningfully.

Get out of the car after speaking.

Jiang Jiao, who still wanted to talk to Minglian, had no choice but to get out of the car too.

Although it is a working day, this facility is a high-end entertainment boxing gym, and the traffic is not small.

Some visitors couldn't help but stop and cast their eyes on these two men who looked like star models.

Jiang Jiao suddenly realized.

No wonder Minglian asked him to bring a set of clothes before going out.

It turned out to be for boxing.

Minglian knew that Jiang Jiao had boxed when he was in college, so there was no problem of not knowing it, so he ordered a set meal for the free training ground as soon as he came in.

The package has a choice of time, and the cost varies at different times, with a minimum of one hour.

Minglian chose for two hours.

Jiang Jiao obediently followed behind. It was not the first time he and Minglian had come to this place, and they kept their gloves here.

The two took their gloves and went to the edge of the stage to take off their shoes.

You can't wear shoes and socks on stage, you have to take them all off.

Fortunately, most of the people who come to this boxing gym are white-collar workers and above, and the boxing gym pays attention to hygiene, and the air smells normal.

Ming Lian walked up the steps from the steps first, put on his two gloves, looked at Jiang Jiao who was under the stage, and said, "Come up."

His condescending posture looking down at people is particularly good-looking, a little arrogant and a little contemptuous, like a fox with a small head upturned, looking at it and wanting to be touched by others.

Seeing Jiang Jiao not moving, Ming Lian said again, "Come up quickly!"

"Oh, good!" Jiang Jiao woke up like a dream.

There are steps next to the table, you can walk up the steps, or you can jump up directly from the bottom with one hand.

Anyway, the table is not high.

In the past, Jiang Jiao always chose the latter, because his posture was handsome enough.

Today he is no exception.

He wanted to go directly up from the stage as before, but——

It was probably because Ming Lian flashed his mind just now, and Jiang Jiao was not very agile when he went up.

He accidentally tripped over his foot.

As a result, with a snap, the whole person fell to the table.

Immediately, the whole scene became silent, and the needle fell silently.

Jiang Jiao, who had never missed a shot before, lay stiffly on the ring, and his mind suddenly became confused.

how so! !

After Minglian, the alveolar itches.

Previously, I only felt that Jiang Jiao's high-cold man's card was cracked, as if the wall had been eroded by the years, the wall was slowly falling off the dust.

Now, the cracks spread, and large swaths of the exterior rattled away.

The word "high cold" was completely dropped, revealing something else that was covered up underneath.

"Get up." Minglian said expressionlessly.

Jiang Jiao quickly got up from the ground, clapped his hands nonchalantly, and picked up the two gloves next to him.

Seeing Jiang Jiao put on his gloves, Ming Lian raised his hand to him, "Let's have a fight."

"Minglian, why don't I teach you some new moves first." Jiang Jiao remembered that Minglian's boxing was not very good.

Before the two of them came to the boxing gym, he was the one who taught Minglian boxing, and then started from the basic training.

"No, just come." Ming Lian couldn't wait to beat Jiang Jiao up.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to vent the hatred in my heart.

Jiang Jiao hesitated for a moment, and also put on an offensive posture, but he didn't come forward, "Come on."

Minglian would not be polite to him, so he went up directly.

It is autumn now, Minglian took off his coat earlier, but now he is only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt.

The long-sleeved shirt was slightly slim, and it pulled up a little when he punched, revealing a white and strong waist.

His waist is very narrow and slender, with a thin curve, Jiang Jiao knew that he could circle it with one hand.

His gaze couldn't help but drift over there.

Then--

Then he was beaten by Minglian.

And hit it straight.

Ming Lian didn't release the water, this punch was real, and Jiang Jiao staggered back a few steps.

Jiang Jiao was a little dazed by the beating, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he heard Ming Lian say, "Let's have a serious fight, I don't need you to let the water go, and I won't be merciful."

Jiang Jiao focused his eyes, and saw that young man with bright features, as beautiful as a precious sword drawn out of its sheath.

There was fighting intent in the man's bright black eyes, and the fighting intent was burning like fire, and there seemed to be other things mixed in.

The combination of wildness and beauty, at this moment, Minglian transformed from a little fox into a leopard, with beautiful patterns and unruly wildness, which aroused the adrenaline of the male soaring, and he wished to conquer him immediately.

conquer him.

tame him.

Make him docile for himself!

Jiang Jiao's heart trembled.

He had to admit that he was attracted by Minglian's outburst of wildness.

Nodding, Jiang Jiao said, "Let's have a game."

Since Minglian wants to play, then I can play with him.By the way, show off your skills and let Minglian know how good he is!

"Bah!"

Before the fight started, Jiang Jiao never thought that he would be beaten.

The beating made his eyes dizzy, the beating made him almost unable to get up, and the beating made him doubt his life.

Is Minglian's boxing that good?

When the whole person fell on the ring, Jiang Jiao was thinking in confusion.

Jiang Jiao was sweating, and the sweat wet the short-sleeved chest, sticking to the man's strong chest, outlining several smooth lines.

Like a fish out of water, Jiang Jiao panted heavily.

His eyes were straight and out of focus, as if he didn't understand how his fish came out of the water.

"Get up, continue!" Minglian kicked Jiang Jiao's arm.

Jiang Jiao, who was wearing a glove, couldn't open his fingers, but it didn't prevent him from bending his whole arm and encircling Minglian's foot with the crook of his arm.

"Wife, I can't beat you..." Probably because he was stunned, Jiang Jiao called out the title that he only dared to call out in his heart.

Ming Lian kicked the man so hard that he slid two meters away.

If Jiang Jiao wasn't big enough, it would definitely be more than this distance.

"Who is your wife?" Minglian looked at him coldly.

Jiang Jiao woke up all of a sudden.

Quickly getting up from the ring, he stood somewhat restrained, his broad shoulders shrunk together, "I'm ready, I can start over."

Minglian felt that one glove was a little loose, and he was about to tighten it, when he lowered his eyes, he heard a small murmur on the other end.

"Anyway, it's..."

The back is blurred and I can't hear clearly.But Ming didn't even need to think about it, what followed.

The veins on his forehead stretched, and the young man's eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of sweat, were bright and sharp, "Jiang Jiao, show all your strength!"

Minglian could feel that Jiang Jiao was almost only defending but not attacking in that match just now.

He didn't use all his strength.

Ming Lian admitted that he brought Jiang Jiao here to beat someone.

But he has confidence in himself and believes that he can win!

The opponent loses because of letting go, and the opponent goes all out and loses in the end. Even though the ending is the same, the gap in the heart is far different.

Ming Lian, who has read Jiang Jiao's small books, can probably understand Jiang Jiao's mental activities under his expressionless face.

He still wants to let the water go.

"If you can beat me to the ground, we'll get a divorce in two days." Ming Lian threw out a big meat bun.

Someone's eyes lit up.

Now Jiang Jiao already knew that it was useless to admit his mistakes. He was a man, so he should prove it with practical actions.

Two days, two days can do a lot of things! !

"Come!!" The voice raised eight degrees in an instant.

On the arena, two figures were coming and going, and the figures were extremely fast, as if they were two large beasts fighting each other.

The overhead light was bright, illuminating the traces of sweat that slid down the nape of his neck.

The male hormones surged in the fist bump.

The other people in the arena frequently looked this way, their attention was so attracted that it was difficult to concentrate, and in the end they simply stopped fighting and watched the battle cheerfully.

"Boom!" Jiang Jiao was punched to the ground by the seventh.

His brain froze again, and after three times, the tension in his brain broke.

Jiang Jiao lay numbly on the ring, staring blankly at the overhead light.

I don't know if it's because of the glare of the light, or something else, but Jiang Jiao's eyes slowly turned red.

He can't beat Minglian.

You can't get divorced in two days.

Why did he make things like this again?

"Get up and continue." Ming Lian saw it, but was unmoved at all.

After ordering a two-hour package, Ming Lian played steadily for two hours.

Jiang Jiao's state changed from paddling to going all out, and finally turned into a smashing can, and he simply gave up struggling and beat Ming Lian.

He was beaten until he almost didn't even know his last name.

After leaving the boxing gym, it was almost lunch time, and every minute and every second after that, Jiang Jiao was praying that it would walk more slowly.

slower.

Go slower.

The best time to stop.

But this is impossible, time will not stop for anyone, and there is no "if" and "regret medicine" in the world.

Everyone is responsible for their own mistakes.

When standing at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Jiao felt as if he was in a swamp, half of his body was sunk in it, and his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't move his legs at all.

"Minglian..." Jiang Jiao looked at Minglian, pleading.

Just now Minglian beat someone several times in the boxing gym, and the result was that Jiang Jiao's face was a little pale when he came out of the boxing gym.

If it was pale just now, then now it is pale without any blood.

Not even the color on the lips.

"You want to go back on your word?" Minglian's eyes lightly cast aside.

Jiang Jiao subconsciously shook his head, "Anything I have promised you, I will not miss the appointment in the future."

Minglian knew that he was talking about the day of his mother's death.

"Then let's go." Minglian flipped through the ID bag in his hand to check if there was anything missing.

After speaking, he walked forward without looking back, leaving Jiang Jiao behind.

This tall and handsome man was clearly well-dressed and handsome, but there was a kind of decadent despair.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was swallowing something unacceptable.

His spine bent down, and he walked slowly up.

The windows for marriage registration and divorce registration of the Civil Affairs Bureau are far apart, and there seems to be a natural moat in the middle.

One side was joyful and sweet, as if the air was filled with pink bubbles.

On the other side, they quarreled endlessly, looking at each other bored, crying and arguing endlessly.

Jiang Jiao is now in the dividing zone in the middle, listening to a sound with one ear.

The two voices blended together, and it seemed to be quenched into a kind of severe poison. It penetrated through the seven orifices, and the poison traveled along the nerves, causing severe pain to spread throughout the body.

Perhaps Jiang Jiao's complexion was too ugly, a staff member stepped forward and asked him if he was not feeling well.

Jiang Jiao suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Ming Lian standing not far away, who was staring at him quietly.

His gaze is as deep as a pool, without waves.

The tenderness of the past is annihilated, and the love cannot be traced. All the past is deposited in those eyes, swallowed like falling into a deep pool.

Slowly, finally disappearing.

After today, they are just strangers from a legal point of view.

There will be no involvement with each other.

Jiang Jiao lowered his head abruptly, and the hustle and bustle nearby went away for a moment.

Another voice seemed to come from afar, indistinct, as if gushing out of memories.

He heard the man say:

"I, Jiang Jiao, promise that no matter in good times or bad times, rich or poor, sick or healthy, I will love and cherish each other with Ming Lian until death do us part."

Orbital flushes.

"Please step up to No. 79 to handle it." The mechanical voice was cold.

A white and slender hand stretched out, grabbed Jiang Jiao's wrist, and dragged him forward who was stunned in place.

Jiang Jiao still lowered his head and lowered his eyelids.

Minglian led him to the window sill.

The person who registered was a woman in her early thirties. The woman in overalls was obviously taken aback when she saw Minglian and Jiang Jiao.

"Sir, this is the divorce office, and the married ones are next to you," the staff said.

Very enthusiastic, after she finished speaking, she pointed her finger not far away.

Minglian handed over the certificate, "That's right, I'm here to divorce him."

The woman looked surprised. She clearly saw that they were still holding hands when they walked over.

How come, divorced?

But this is someone else's private matter, and the staff can't control that much.

Everything goes according to the process.

"Jiang Jiao." Minglian said suddenly.

Jiang Jiao originally lowered his head, but when he heard Minglian calling him, he raised his head immediately.

But after realizing that he was losing his composure now, he hastily turned his head aside, not wanting Minglian to see his red eyes.

But turning his head does not cover his eyes, Minglian can still see it.

"Jiang Jiao, isn't it tiring to wear another mask every day? People should be themselves when they are alive." Ming Lian's voice was calm, pretending not to see his gaffe.

Jiang Jiao was stunned.

His face was still expressionless, but his eyes were obviously dull.

"Gentlemen, please sign." The staff member said.

Ming Lian, who was speaking, paused, turned around and picked up a pen to sign.

His handwriting is beautiful, with silver hooks painted on iron, and his style is restrained.

Jiang Jiao regained consciousness, took a step forward, walked to the edge of the workbench, took the pen handed by the staff, but did not sign immediately.

He looked at Minglian next to him, hesitant to speak.

Seeing that he still didn't move after signing, Minglian raised his eyes slightly, "Sign."

Jiang Jiao signed in despair, and handed it over after signing.

"Sir, did you write the wrong name?" The staff looked complicated, probably not wanting to make the atmosphere worse, the woman said, "This is signing your own name, not your partner's."

There are two agreements in her hand, both of which are signed: Minglian

Minglian immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, please give him another agreement."

Jiang Jiao was still holding the pen in his hand, and looked at Minglian without blinking. Although they were only a short distance away, the distance between the two of them was untouchable.

Thinking of this, the heat in Jiang Jiao's eyes welled up again.

The new agreement was taken.

The signing was no surprise.

At the moment of writing, Jiang Jiao suddenly said a sentence in "The Queen of the Broken Head":

"She was still too young at that time, and she didn't know all the gifts given by fate, and the price had already been secretly marked."

Before, I just felt flat.

Now Jiang Jiao suddenly understood the deep meaning in the words.

He lost his Minglian, lost the gift given to him by fate.

Like marriage, divorce doesn't take long.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, everything seemed to be the same, and everything seemed to have changed.

Minglian went to the parking lot, and Jiang Jiao walked beside him step by step.

The autumn afternoon sun fell on the two of them, and the shadows drawn were very close to each other. The autumn wind swept the dead leaves, and the dead leaves fell in the middle of the two shadows, as if turning into a bridge to connect them.

But because the two were still going forward, the bridge was crumbling.

"Minglian!" Jiang Jiao suddenly reached out and grabbed Minglian's wrist.

The latter had to stop because of his movement.

The dead leaf bridge that was about to be disconnected was barely stable.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Jiao stared at him, his eyes were still red, "It's all because I'm stupid and pretending to be smart that I messed things up."

Minglian's best five years were all bad memories brought by him.

"I accept your apology." Ming Lian wrenched his hand away from Jiang Jiao's palm.

Jiang Jiao's eyes dimmed.

"You just want to tell me this?" Minglian didn't move away.

Jiang Jiao hurriedly shook his head, his tone was sincere, "Ming Lian, I want you to promise me one thing."

His unattainable aura in the past has already fallen into the dust.Probably afraid that Minglian would run away, Jiang Jiao stretched out his hand cautiously and grabbed a corner of Minglian's clothes.

"Does this mean that if I don't promise you, I won't let me go?" Minglian's thick and slightly curly eyelashes drooped.

There was no emotion in the tone.

Jiang Jiao withdrew his hand like an electric shock, but after a pause of two seconds, he stretched out his big claws and stuck them again, only grabbing a little bit of the corner of his clothes, "No, I won't ask you for anything."

Minglian's eyelids rolled up.

"That was a request just now." Jiang Jiao was afraid that Ming would not even listen to it, so he refused it directly, and finished the second half without panting, "Minglian, can you give me a chance to make up for it? You chase me, this time I will pursue you, and I will do my best to treat you well!"

Jiang Jiao was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He had even thought about what Minglian would say if he refused.

However, the full-hearted words died in the belly in the end, because Minglian's cell phone rang, and the other party didn't think that he was more important than the cell phone.

Jiang Jiao lost his soul.

I don't know what Minglian heard, but his expression was not showing any emotion, but suddenly his face froze.

It was as if all the harshness gathered in those lacquered pupils, and then dissipated in an instant.

Jiang Jiao's heart tightened.

Is something wrong?

However, after Ming Lian made the phone call, he was uncharacteristically, and his tone was very brisk. Even if he hadn't seen him yet, he could be infected by the smile in his voice.

"Boss Qiu."

Jiang Jiao pursed her lips, feeling like a cat scratching her heart.

Boss Qiu?

Is there anyone surnamed Qiu among the upper floors of the ivory tower?It seems not.

Jiang Jiao pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

He heard Minglian's familiar greetings with the other party, the surrounding was very quiet, and he could vaguely hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

The voice was gentle and clear, belonging to a young man.

Jiang Jiao felt like facing a formidable enemy.

Minglian chatted with the other party