Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

"I'm afraid you'll cut your hand." Probably realizing his gaffe, he blinked and quickly adjusted his expression.

Jiang Wuzhi thought it was a young man who was in a hurry just now, and smiled, intending to expose this little episode.

"How can my hands be so delicate, let's go together."

As he said that, he was about to squat down.

It's just that before he could fully realize this action, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

But in an instant.

"Packed up."

Feng Cheng stood up, and walked past lightly carrying the full trash can.

Jiang Wu stared at him dumbfounded: ...

In disbelief, he lowered his head and looked at the ground where there was not even a single crumb left.

How the hell did it work? !

For dinner, Fengcheng made braised pork.

Like a hill, it piled greasy in the bowl.

This reminded Jiang Wu of the fear of being dominated by dark cooking when he first met Feng Cheng.

The greasy smell drilled into the nasal cavity through the air all the way, arousing layer after layer of nausea in the throat.

Jiang Wu's face turned green, green and stiff, and he gritted his teeth so that he didn't retch in front of the chef.

Not to mention the chopsticks he held in his hand, which had never been stained with oil from the beginning to the end.

Feng Cheng saw it, and quietly pushed the sour soup prepared by the side to the man: "Drink this, it's appetizing."

"Okay." Jiang Wu actually doesn't like sour food very much, just like he doesn't like sweet food. There is no reason, it's just that his taste buds don't accept it.

But because of Feng Cheng's face, he still took the spoon.

Frowning, he scooped up half a spoonful and put it in his mouth, originally intending to taste the taste and give up.

After one bite, the sweet and sour sweetness of ebony and hawthorn explodes on the tongue coating.

Jiang Wu frowned, the taste was actually very good?

I couldn't help eating a few more spoonfuls.

He just ate a mouthful of rice with a spoonful of soup, and in the end it was almost like filling his stomach with big white rice soaked in sour soup.

Jiang Wushi didn't touch a piece of the bowl of greasy braised pork.He also couldn't understand why he felt sick when he saw the meat.

It stands to reason that this plate of braised pork is well-cooked, delicious, and delicious. It should make people's index fingers move.

But Jiang Wu is not in the mood to care about the change in appetite now.

The murderous scene two years later was always like a thick ball of cotton, stuffing his chest, stuffy and panicked, almost out of breath.

"I have something to tell you." He sat at the table in silence for a long time, and finally he couldn't help but speak to the young man.

Feng Cheng put a piece of braised pork in the bowl, but didn't eat it, just stared at it, poking the upper layer of oily skin with chopsticks from time to time.The movements were careless, with a bit of laziness.

"what."

He took the time to raise his eyelashes, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised a smile, his mood visible to the naked eye.

Compared with Jiang Wu, it is simply two extremes.

"I've always had the same nightmare lately." The man frowned deeply, his face full of sadness: "It's about you."

"Follow me?" Feng Cheng looked at him suspiciously: "What is it?"

"I dreamed..." Jiang Wu swallowed, met the young man's eyes, thought for a while silently, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I dreamed of an old fairy who claimed to be Yuelao, he said that I told you This marriage was made by accident when we were drunk, if we don't get divorced as soon as possible, there will be a bloody disaster in two years."

After these nonsense words came out, the atmosphere between the two became strangely silent.

The smile on the young man's face faded a lot, his good-looking eyebrows dimmed, and his expression became very lonely.

The whole body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible shadow, and even the normally bright skin became gray.

Jiang Wu couldn't see him like this, turned his eyes away, and sighed quietly.

If this is not a weird world in the book, if there is no such thing as rebirth... How wonderful it would be.

After what seemed like a century, Feng Cheng, who was sitting opposite, finally reacted.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked softly, "What kind of bloody disaster?"

"For example." Jiang Wu's Adam's apple slipped again, and he said half-truth, "You will kill me."

Feng Cheng opened her lips dumbly: "...I won't."

"You will." Jiang Wu's expression became serious again, "The old gods have shown me what will happen in the future in advance."

Feng Cheng took a deep look at him: "Brother Wu, that was just a dream."

"No." Jiang Wuqian leaned forward and seriously emphasized: "That is a dream that will become a reality."

Feng Cheng cast her eyes away, thought for a while, then turned back: "I know a good psychological counselor..."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wu suddenly darkened his face: "Do you think I'm crazy?"

[Neptune]: It's not crazy to compare dreams to reality.

Jiang Wu: 'Shut up. '

It's all here, no matter what, I can't tear down my desk by myself.

Although he also regretted why he had to find such a nonsense just now.

But it's not a big problem.

Maybe it can be used to stir up conflicts, and after a few quarrels, most of them will be able to successfully divorce.

Unexpectedly, Feng Cheng didn't take his fault at all, but instead said with a guilty face: "I just care about you." After a pause, he immediately corrected: "I was wrong."

With one sentence, Jiang Wu's face, which was about to turn black into charcoal, was sealed back.

In a quarrel, one party is most afraid of admitting his mistakes. As long as one person is willing to bow his head, the conflict will not go away.

Jiang Wu moved his lips, and Feng Cheng shook his eyelashes.

Jiang Wucong exhaled hot air from his nose.

Feng Cheng obediently stuck him up, hugged him into his arms, stroked his back with his palms, and said nice things that made people angry: "Brother Wu, you can do anything to me. Don't get mad at your body."

Jiang Wu was so comfortable physically and mentally that he almost spit out the truth that slipped to his lips.

'I am not angry. '

It should be said that he was just pretending to be very angry.

And now it is still in the middle of the shelf, and it can't be taken back or let go.

Embarrassed, I could only swallow it in my stomach.

No matter what, we can't even quarrel.Is there any other way to get a quick divorce?

There is an answer with a high number of likes on the star network-the matter is only three, and you will run away after three.

Once is not enough for two times, twice is not enough for three times, and three times is not enough, buddy, then run away-the universe is so big, you can always find a corner where the other party can't get entangled.

Jiang Wu was right when he thought about it, his original intention was to save his life.

Why are you obsessed with the dead end of marriage.

Just hide from him for ten or eight years, wouldn't everything be fine?

It's easy for him to think, but it's extremely difficult when it comes to implementing it.

Feng Cheng has been watching him tighter than his eyeballs this month.It's almost hard to find time to be alone, except for bathroom breaks.

Jiang Wu didn't even have time to pack his luggage secretly.

This is still the case today, when he was scrolling Xingbo on the sofa in the living room.

Feng Cheng suddenly leaned over, picked him up in his arms, put his hands on his slightly protruding belly, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips: "Brother Wu is really fat."

Jiang Wuxu paused his finger pointing on the light screen, his old face blushed and said, "It's because the custard you made is so delicious."

"I made it again today, do you want to eat it?" Feng Cheng said softly against his ear, and kissed him after speaking.

"I'm about to be turned into a pig by you."

"It's okay, no matter what brother Wu becomes, I still like you, only you." Feng Cheng tweeted on his face again.

Jiang Wu actually loves what the other party says, like candy, which can be sweet from the ear to the heart.

He smiled and asked casually, "Aren't you busy today?"

Ever since Feng Cheng quit the entertainment industry, she seems to have become very empty.

No, it should be said that young people hardly go out.

The office is basically at home, and my favorite action is sticking to him. When I am interested, I will get into my arms and rub, or press him on the sofa to kiss.

He could kiss him intermittently for half a day with one kiss.

Even if they don't talk to each other, it's fun to do their own things.

Jiang Wu actually enjoys the sticky daily life of Follow Fengcheng, and he would think from time to time, why don't we go on like this first.

Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil. If something really happens at that time, it's not too late to run.

But every night, the recurring nightmare would wake him up from bed several times.

Jiang Wu secretly took sleeping pills with Feng Cheng on his back more and more times, and the bruises in his eyes never disappeared.

His previously tall body had visibly thinned out to the naked eye.

Waking up from a dream again in the middle of the night, Jiang Wu stroked his head and sat on the head of the bed without saying a word.

Feng Cheng got up and turned on the light, and reached out to move his arm away, but was stopped by the other party's dark force.

Afraid of hurting him, Feng Cheng could only relax and sit with Jiang Wu.

"It's still that nightmare?" The young man stood by the side with his hands tied, feeling helpless for the first time.

"Hmm." The man responded softly.

He got off the bed, lowered his head, and hurried to the kitchen.

The kitchen is the farthest from the bedroom.

Feng Cheng quietly followed her all the way down to the first floor.

The languid figure floated into the dark kitchen like a ghost.

Jiang Wu didn't turn on the light, turned on the faucet in the dark, bowed his shoulders and poured cold water on his face continuously.

In the sound of rushing water, occasionally there will be one or two extremely restrained whimpers.

It lasted only a few seconds, and was quickly covered by the sound of water.

You can't even hear it without listening carefully.

Feng Cheng could hear it clearly.

He immediately turned on the light, stepped forward and turned around Jiang Wu's body.

The incandescent light shone on the man's handsome face, which was a cold white color washed out by water, which made the eyes red and swollen even more.

"You are crying." Feng Cheng looked at him calmly, calmer than ever.

"I just sweated a little, so I came here to wash my face." Jiang Wu shook his head, and wiped the water stains on his face with his hands, "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

He came to the kitchen to do the laundry.

"You don't need to apologize to me." Feng Cheng held the man's face in both hands, and rubbed the corners of his eyes gently with his fingertips. When Jiang Wu was about to escape uncomfortably, the young man suddenly pressed his lips against his face, and stretched out. The tip of the tongue licked.

"Salty." He whispered.

These two words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, Jiang Wu finally couldn't pretend anymore.

He leaned forward, put all his weight on the young man, and said in a muffled voice, "Get a divorce."

After a few seconds, he added another sentence: "I'm about to have a nervous breakdown..."

I really can't go on, Feng Cheng.

This was the first time that Jiang Wu showed such a fragile state in front of him. Tears scalded into the back of his neck like golden beans that don't cost money.

"Brother Wu, don't cry."

"You cry so hard that my heart breaks..."

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