After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The car passes through the lush tree-lined road, the mottled sunlight flickers on and off, and the cycling team riding bicycles in twos and threes, a leisurely afternoon in summer.

Cheng Xijue flipped through the itinerary in his mobile phone, and could cross out a few non-essential meetings, "I'll accompany you to the hospital for a checkup."

Gu Jian leaned on the leather seat as if he had no bones, with thin cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn't care about this bleak look at all, and laughed heartlessly: "No."

"You need to see a doctor for your condition." Cheng Xijue stretched out his hand to break his face, and looked at his bloodless white face, "I don't have any thoughts about you, so don't worry that I have other plans for you."

Gu Jian stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over, with most of his body pressed against Cheng Xijue, almost face to face, Cheng Xijue narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows to ask his intentions.

"But I have other plans for Mr. Cheng." Gu Jian uttered each word with ambiguous pronunciation.

Cheng Xijue smelled the faint breath on his neck, and fixedly stared into Gu Jian's eyes, "What are you trying to figure out?"

Gu Jian said softly, "Money, or... sex."

After saying the last word, the tip of his rose-colored tongue touched the snow-white lower teeth a little. This is a necessary step for pronunciation, but in Cheng Xijue's eyes, it became a scene with strong visual impact.

Gu Jian's demeanor is not attractive, his eyes are gloomy and cold, like a lifeless lake, without the ambiguous provocation of his eyes, but he is Gu Jian, doing nothing is enough to make people feel dizzy, let alone now This deliberate temptation.

Cheng Xijue kept his gaze fixed, and suddenly said, "Gu Jian, you're afraid to go to the hospital."

The cost of communicating with smart people is extremely high, Gu Jian fell back, raised his head and fell on the back of the chair, with thin eyebrows and eyes, as if what you can do to me, "No."

"Why are you afraid of going to the hospital?"

Cheng Xijue laughed in his heart, only children would be afraid of going to the hospital.

Gu Jian said casually, "Have you ever heard of clown phobia? Some people are afraid of clowns with heavy makeup, but I am afraid of hospitals. I probably had too many injections when I was young."

Cheng Xijue had indeed heard that many people were afraid of some everyday things, so he looked at Gu Jian leisurely, "If I got hooked just now, how would you end up?"

"Mr. Cheng warned me not to overestimate my attractiveness." The corners of Gu Jian's slender mouth rose slightly, and there was a faint vortex at the corner of his mouth when he smiled, revealing a corrupt energy, "What's more, Mr. Cheng Does your heart belong?"

Cheng Xijue asked back, "Who does it belong to?"

Gu Jian just smiled and said nothing, his eyes were clear and dark, and he was clearly saying: Ask what you know.

Cheng Xijue raised his chin slightly, and asked calmly, "Why do you think I went to such lengths to marry you?"

"I don't know." Gu Jian was too lazy to use his brain.

Cheng Xijue said unhurriedly: "I respect two kinds of people at a distance. The first type is people in the entertainment industry. The celebrity halo presents all private life in front of the stage for people to have fun after dinner. The second type is love brain, which will break the law. The agreement brought a lot of trouble."

The words are tactful and subtle, but the actual meaning is ugly. For a wealthy family like the Cheng family, the marriage partner pays attention to the right family. A wealthy lady who graduated from a prestigious school in Qingyishui marries someone in the entertainment industry. The exposure rate is too high. That's what rich local tyrants do, they don't care about their privacy, and they don't mind being gossiped.

Gu Jian looked leisurely, and asked playfully, "Mr. Cheng is not worried about my breach of contract?"

"You won't." Cheng Xijue stared at him and said meaningfully, "You don't dare either."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Gu Su has the support of the Gu family behind him, no matter how ugly the trouble is, Gu Su can't be hurt, but Gu Jian is alone, with a weak background, in front of the rich and powerful, he is like an ocean A small boat has no right to choose at all.

Gu Jian slowly tilted his head, "What if Mr. Cheng breached the contract?"

Cheng Xijue chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "If there is such a possibility, it should be that the acquisition of the Gu family's assets has been postponed."

There is no second possibility.

Compared with what he said just now, Cheng Xijue looked down on people with love brains. For people like them, love is a kind of dispensable seasoning, and no one would eat condiments as a meal.

If he was obsessed with Gu Jian during the marriage and dragged on to keep this commercial marriage, wouldn't he become the person he despises the most? This brain that is omnipotent in the business world won't allow him to do this kind of dementia things.

In other words, Gu Jian did have a rare charm, but it wasn't enough to make Cheng Xi feel dizzy.

Gu Jian frowned, "Then I wish Mr. Cheng a smooth business, and we will be separated as soon as possible."

Cheng Xijue was inexplicably displeased, and glanced at him: "If you insist on not going to the hospital for an examination, I can invite a private doctor to come home."

"No."

Gu Jian flatly refused, lying on a corner of the car seat too lazy, stretched her long, straight legs carelessly, and kicked Cheng Xijue's neat trouser legs with the toe of her shoe, and said disapprovingly: "I know my physical condition, I know this Minor illnesses won’t kill you.”

Cheng Xijue lowered his head. The toes of Gu Jian's white sneakers were white and clean, and the laces were loosely tied. He raised his eyes and asked indifferently, "Oh? Then what disease do you have to die?"

Gu Jian asked in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "How do you know that I haven't died?"

Cheng Xijue was surprised, "Have you ever died?"

Gu Jianjing's white neck was covered with wet sweat, his jet-black hair drooped wetly, his body was very uncomfortable, his lips were pale, and he chuckled indifferently: "Several times."

Cheng Xijue was used to his untimely banter, "When? Wouldn't it be in the game?"

Gu Jian raised his hand and pulled the zipper of the shirt all the way to the top, half of his cold and pale face was hidden in the collar, his eyes were bent with an obvious smile, "Boss Cheng is beginning to understand me."

Cheng Xijue breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't make such jokes in the future."

"Okay." Gu Jian agreed obediently.

Cheng Xijue suddenly had an elusive feeling. He frowned and looked at it. Gu Jian yawned, lowered his black eyelashes, rested his head on his arm, and took a very comfortable nap.

Speaking of which, Gu Jian never showed a look of despair or despair. More often than not, he was indifferent and aloof, cynical and loose, so Cheng Xijue never noticed his frustration. Just for a moment, he realized that for this Newly married couples know very little.

"Don't be distracted by staring at my face, I still rely on Mr. Cheng to earn my salary."

Gu Jian didn't open his eyes and spoke lazily.

Narcissism is boundless.

Cheng Xijue withdrew his gaze and let out a low chuckle, the curiosity he had just had about Gu Jian's past experiences dissipated.

After the promotion and salary increase, Director Gu of Gravity Company has a very large office facing the Dongjiang River. The A&R department is the face of the company. The director's office often holds talks with singers. The glass windows are spotless, reflecting the jeweled furnishings.

The leather chair in the office cannot be laid flat to sleep, the window is too big, the sunlight is dazzling, and it is uneasy to sleep. The creamy white leather sofa in the middle of the room is spacious and soft, and it feels comfortable to sleep on. It is the only thing that satisfies Gu Jian.

Tang Ge was very superstitious, so he bought a stair-climbing toy from the supermarket and gave it to Gu Jian as a decoration, implying that he would rise step by step.

There were only two employees in the recording studio, she and Gu Jian. On the day she came to the company to report, she felt that her life was over. In ancient times, the frontiers were distributed.

The depression lasted until the moment he saw Gu Jian, Tang Ge suddenly felt that the recording studio was very good.

The young people in the small town can gain a firm foothold in the eccentric big city of Yu Ning. Tang Ge knows countless people and is very clever. He can clearly see that Gu Jian is different from other people in Gravity Company.

Gu Jian arrived late and left early, never gave his boss a good look, never even turned on the music editing software in the recording studio, had a cup of coffee every morning when he entered the door, slept or played games, and did not do any serious work.

It can be called the king of the fishing world.

Unmotivated men are very annoying, but Gu Jian is different. Once Tang Ge hung up the earphones to tune the singer. The original singing was as tragic as the scene of a car accident.

Boss Zheng got angry and pointed at her nose and scolded her. Gu Jian happened to pass by, and didn't even listen to the singing in the earphones. He stared at the sound waves on the screen for a few seconds, and pushed up a few keys casually. The ear is pleasing to the heart, the singer himself is intoxicated by his beautiful singing.

At that time, Tang Ge realized that he was working with a big boss who didn't show himself, but he admired Gu Jian so much, and fishing was just a hobby of the big boss.

"Boss, dogs are rich and rich, and they prosper each other!"

Gu Jian spread his legs and leaned on the leather chair, and repeatedly touched the ball with Newton, who was left in the office by President Zheng, "Why are you so busy, do you want me to write you a letter of recommendation?"

Tang Ge forced a smile, "No, I can't use your recommendation letter in my hometown."

Gu Jian stared intently at the bouncing iron ball, and asked flatly, "Would you like it?"

"Reluctance." Tang Ge wiped his cheeks and sighed heavily: "I copied a copy of the music from Jiang Lie's new album to the company, and tried editing and revising it a few times, but I couldn't achieve the effect Jiang Lie wanted at all. I tried my best It's over, it's a pity..."

Gu Jian pressed his finger on the shiny metal ball, paused for a few seconds, and said suddenly: "Since it has been revised, you can show it to Jiang Lie for a trial, maybe the result will be different."

"Will it be different?" Tang Ge looked unconfident, and smiled bitterly, "Jiang Lie's request can't even be satisfied by the company's big coffee, how can I meet his standard."

Gu Jian raised his eyes, "Listen to me, take it to him for an audition tomorrow morning."

Tang Ge believed in him very much. Since Gu Jian had spoken, she had no reason to refuse, so she nodded in agreement.

As for Jiang Lie's reaction after listening to it, Tang Ge knew it well. He just prayed to God B to bless him, and a miracle would come, otherwise he would bless Jiang Lie to be deaf. There is no difference in the probability of the two happening.

The city's neon reflections wandered in the river, and there was silence in the Gravity Company, except for the lights in Gu Jian's office. He played minesweeping for three hours until his phone ran out of battery and turned off. The company's night shift security guards passed by. Tell him the staff are all off work.

Gu Jian opened the drawer, picked up the expensive noise-canceling headphones, and a pair of plain black leather gloves under the headphones.

When he came to the recording studio, he opened Tang Ge's notebook, plugged in the USB flash drive with Jiang Lie's new album, and put on the black leather gloves slowly.

Like relaxing before a workout, Gu Jian gently rubbed his wrists that were tense due to pressure.

Despite the preparations in advance, Gu Jian took a deep breath the moment he touched the keyboard, his chest heaved rapidly under his thin shirt, the blood on his face faded instantly, and the fluffy hair on the back of his bare neck erect.

The heart was throbbing, the forehead was like a wind-up, the pain was torn apart, and the buzzing tinnitus echoed in the brain like a machine.

Gu Jian's expression was cold and calm. With trembling fingers, he unpacked the chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth. The doctor said that chewing rhythm can slow down the overwhelming sense of fear. In fact, it is useless, but it can help him control the blood overflowing from his mouth that he doesn't want to bite.

Medically, his condition is referred to as PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress disorder is initially common in soldiers who have been injured and discharged from the battlefield. Hearing gunshots again seems to return to the terrifying battlefield, which will make people lose their minds instantly and produce a strong stress response.

Patients with the disease have different stressors and fears, and Gu Jian's source of stress is everything related to music creation.