divorce?No talking! 【Entertainment】

Zhou Huai pressed the eyebrow peak with his index finger, and under Shen Zheming's stare, he slowly said, "Xiaojin has divorced Zhong Shaolin, and I only found out after I came back."

"Then you should have nothing to do with Zhong Shaolin now, right?"

"I still appear in front of the public in the name of Xiaojin," Zhou Huai saw out of the corner of his eye that the young couple had finished their breakfast and were packing up their things to leave, but he still lowered his voice, "You know Ye Xiuwen He's just a villain, I'm afraid he won't let Xiao Jin go."

"So you still have contact with Zhong Shaolin now?"

Zhou Huai vaguely heard the clue, Shen Zheming seemed to feel that it was a heinous crime for him to have a connection with Zhong Shaolin. "Not many people know about Xiaojin's marriage, not even the Zhong family. They thought Zhong Shaolin and Xiaojin were husband and wife. In this case, it is impossible for us not to contact each other."

"Okay, even if I understand that you did all this for Xiaojin," Shen Zheming managed to calm down his trembling legs. He leaned forward, staring straight at him, with an inexplicable tone in his tone. Seriously, "But I want to know what you think of Zhong Shaolin, and whether Zhong Shaolin likes you?"

Zhou Huai didn't open his mouth for a while, and suddenly noticed that Shen Zheming had extremely short stubble on his chin. Shen Zheming always paid the most attention to appearance, but he didn't shave today.

The young couple in the cafe had packed up their things and left, and the wind chimes at the door rang again.

Zhou Huai wore a mask because he was afraid of attracting attention. Now that there was no one else here, he took off the mask and stared at Shen Zheming, who was a little frustrated, knowing that he could no longer pretend to be confused.

"Zhe Ming, I'm sorry." Zhou Huai gently circled his fingers on the table, "We can be friends or brothers, but we can't be lovers."

"Why is it impossible?" Shen Zheming's face flushed red, his mind went blank, "People like Zhong Shaolin are fine, why can't I?!"

From the corner of his eye, Zhou Huai caught a glimpse of the waiter in the cafe moving several times, but they were all frozen in place by Shen Zheming's roar, and he dared not go forward.

Shen Zheming, who didn't get a response immediately, gave a weird laugh, his originally handsome facial features were slightly distorted, and in just a moment, he began to speak earnestly to himself again, "Zhou Huai, even if Zhong Shaolin and Xiaojin divorced, but the two After all, people are husband and wife, you know this better than me, and you are with him now, do you know what you are doing?"

The waiter realized that the two of them might not need coffee, but just needed him as a temporary foothold, so he stopped going forward and went straight to the table of the couple just now, and tidied it up on his own, treating them as if they were empty .

"I know." Zhou Huai suppressed his voice.

People usually focus on the result and ignore the process, and he doesn't want to explain more.

Shen Zheming was like a heavy punch on the cotton, and the depression in his chest became real, as if the coffee would be overturned in the next second.

He tried his best to calm down, as if he had made some kind of determination, he stood up abruptly, "Zhou Huai, I won't give up. After so many years, you made me give up so quickly, I tell you it's impossible!"

After saying these words, Shen Zheming left without looking back.

Zhou Huai sat on the chair, his posture remained the same, but his brows were wrinkled.

After clearing that table, the waiter ran to theirs again, trying to take away Shen Zheming's coffee.

Zhou Huai raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Leave it alone."

The waiter raised his head in surprise, "Huh?"

"Bring me a breakfast." Zhou Huai continued.

The waiter finally came to his senses and put down the coffee quickly, "Okay."

The breakfast provided by the cafe is whole wheat bread with bacon and fried eggs, and a cup of strong coffee.

Zhou Huai chewed the bread slowly, vomiting out the helplessness in his heart little by little while chewing.He thought he would know what he meant if he didn't respond to Shen Zheming, but he underestimated his persistence.

……

The day before the wedding, Zhou Huai was lying on the bed, and the mobile phone next to the bed rang a clear text message, and then another mobile phone next to him also rang.

A thin arm protruded from the thin quilt on the bed, grabbed one of them accurately, and handed it to his eyes. After reading it for two seconds, he put it back on the table.

"Who sent it?" An unusually lazy voice rang in my ears.Immediately afterwards, a strong arm came across and picked up another mobile phone, "Can't the two of us have the same text message?"

Zhou Huai didn't speak, and woke up with half-closed eyes, feeling vaguely sore in his lower body.

If I had known last night, I should have driven people away decisively.

Zhong Shaolin was leaning on the head of the bed, the outside sunlight leaked in from the gap in the curtains and sprinkled on the gray floor.He was leaning against the head of the bed while holding his mobile phone, the straight sunlight was cutting his perfect chest muscles.

"Today's flight information to country X," Zhong Shaolin also quickly read it. He combed the curly hair that was completely scattered on his forehead. "It should be sent in groups, otherwise we would not receive text messages at the same time."

During this gap, Zhou Huai was fully awake. With his hands on his hands, he sat up from the bed and was about to get out of bed.

I was still a close lover last night, but I pretended not to know each other this morning.

When Zhong Shaolin was about to stand up, Zhou Huai suddenly grabbed his wrist as a prank, and then pulled it in his direction!

Zhou Huai, who had not been revived with full blood, fell backwards and lay directly in Zhong Shaolin's arms!

Zhou Huai raised his eyes angrily, just in time to meet the glaring light, he lowered his eyelashes subconsciously.

"I don't expect you to be the same as last night, but at least you have to say a few words." Zhong Shaolin pressed Zhou Huai's swaying arm with his arm, and whispered in his ear.

Zhou Huai couldn't move for a while, so he simply gave up struggling, moved his body slightly to avoid the sun, and said lazily, "What are you talking about?"

Zhong Shaolin gritted his teeth with hatred, but his heart was itchy because of his indifferent appearance, "Is it a group post?"

"Didn't you just say it all?" Zhou Huaiqing's Lingling eyes clearly said, is this guy sick?

"Then are you going to sit down?" Zhong Shaolin asked while tugging at his black vest, wanting to take a look at the beautiful scenery that he only enjoyed last night.

Zhou Huai didn't give him this chance. He raised his hand and patted the back of his hand mercilessly. The crisp sound made the back of Zhong Shaolin's hand turn red.

"Of course, do you want me to swim across the Pacific Ocean?"

Zhong Shaolin rubbed the back of his hands, and Zhou Huai took the opportunity to sit up.

"I have a private jet, tell Xiao Jin not to book tickets for us."

This is really rich and powerful.

Zhou Huai turned over and got off the bed, "Leave the private jet to sit by yourself."

"Don't." Zhong Shaolin got out of bed after him, followed Zhou Huai into the bathroom, but was pushed out directly, and the door was also slammed shut.He persevered and said to the bathroom door, "If you don't come with me, what kind of private plane am I flying?"

There was a commotion inside, but there was no response from Zhou Huai. Zhong Shaolin increased his volume and continued, "Do you know how much it costs to own a private jet? Trusteeship fees, maintenance and repair fees, crew fees, parking fees, so It must be used when it should be used, otherwise what's the use of keeping it?"

In the next second, the door close to Zhong Shaolin's nose was pulled open, and Zhou Huai turned around and picked up the cup to brush his teeth.

Zhong Shaolin leaned on the door frame and lobbied again, "You are very popular now, there must be fans of you at the airport, and when they know that you are going to Xiaojin's wedding, maybe those gossip reporters with a keen sense of smell will find out your true love identity."

Zhou Huai's hand holding the toothbrush stopped. He didn't expect that his secret would never be exposed to the sun, but he hoped that that day would come later.

He spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and finally pulled the towel and threw it on Zhong Shaolin's body, "What's the matter early in the morning, go get dressed!"

Zhong Shaolin threw back the towel in his hand, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "That's it, don't forget to tell Xiaojin."

The interior of the private jet is like a simple reception room, with soft and comfortable leather seats, electronic equipment for leisure and entertainment, beautiful stewardesses in light blue uniforms, and exquisite and delicious snacks.

Zhou Huai was tossed until midnight last night. Except for some bumps when the plane took off at the beginning, the rest of the time was quite stable. Zhou Huai fell asleep in a daze after reading World Geographic magazine for a while.

When he woke up again, he found himself covered with a gray blanket. Zhong Shaolin was sitting on the seat next to him. There was a computer on the table in front of him, and he seemed to be dealing with business.

"Are you awake?" Zhong Shaolin turned his head immediately, and then pressed the call bell above his head.

Seeing the stewardess rushing over, Zhou Huai politely put his hands on his lower abdomen, slightly bowed his upper body, and asked politely, "What do you need?"

"Bring a glass of warm water here." Zhong Shaolin looked at Zhou Huai after finishing speaking, "Are you hungry, do you need some snacks?"

Zhou Huai stretched on the seat, and asked without answering, "How many hours did I sleep?"

"Three hours." Zhong Shaolin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "We'll be there in one hour, but it will take half an hour if we go to the hotel again. You can eat something to rest your stomach."

Zhou Huai didn't expect that he had slept for such a long time, but when he woke up this time, he felt that his body had completely recovered, "Okay."

The stewardess turned and left softly after hearing that, Zhou Huai turned her head and looked out the window, the weather is good today, there are a few white clouds floating in the clear sky, they are leisurely and contented above the altitude of [-] meters.

The stewardess quickly brought over water and refreshments.

Zhou Huai didn't feel hungry just now, but seeing these delicate snacks now, he will have an appetite right away.