After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Gu Jian didn't go to work for several days. After eating, he slept in his room, played games, and went out to walk his dog in the garden at fixed times. Every time he was exposed to everything related to music creation, he needed a few days to relax panic.

Therefore, he has changed many jobs in just a few years, and no company can accept employees who leave without reason. In the past, the psychiatrist often advised him to take medicine to suppress his fear, but he was unwilling.

Hospitals, doctors in white coats, and silent rooms would suffocate him like the tide.

Gu Jian was sitting on the carpet against the wall, one long leg was bent leisurely, and he was holding the pup under his clothes. White headphones were hung around his neck, and the deafening rock music was played at its loudest, and the volume was normal enough for people to feel a headache. , he was indifferent.

Compared with the fear of music creation, he is not used to the extremely quiet environment. No matter what the sound is, even the sound of water droplets, there must be some sound.

The hospital examination report showed that there was no problem with his brain, and the doctor pointed out that the cause of everything was mental illness. In short, he became a neuropathy.

The only treatment is desensitization. There is only one way. Constantly trying to create music-related things is like opening a wound with a knife again and again. Old wounds will not heal

, will only make him numb to the pain.

He didn't make much money in the past few years, and all of it was spent on medical treatment, and the effect was better than nothing. He didn't like the quiet atmosphere of the psychological clinic and the sympathetic gazes of others.

Once after the desensitization treatment, he hid in the toilet cubicle dying, as painful as dying, waiting for the effect of the medicine to evaporate, and heard the doctor discussing him through the door.

A young and beautiful man suffering from this disease is described as pity, love, and heartache. It turns out that in the hearts of others, he is a hopeless and helpless wretch.

When his consciousness was blurred, he asked himself coldly in his heart: "Gu Jian, is this your life?"

If you knew it was so rotten, would you still try your best to survive?

Later, he never went to a psychological clinic again. He knew very well that most of PTSD could not be cured and would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Gu Jian took off the earphones, pulled Bafen out of his clothes, and threw it on the doghouse.

There is a spacious wine cellar in the basement of the villa, which is full of fine wines and wines. The value of red wine is getting less interesting. He wants to drink a few glasses before going to bed to relieve his headache.

Gu Jian pushed open the heavy insulated door of the wine cellar, the walls were lit with dim yellow wall lamps, the needles in the wooden record player scratched the vinyl records, the classical piano music flowed elegantly, and there was a slender wine decanter on the small coffee table, brown Brown red wine rippling in the glass.

It was too slow to sip the wine from the red wine glass. He picked up the red wine bottle in the ice bucket. The French cursive characters on the label looked expensive.

Gu Jian fell back into the comfortable sofa in a relaxed posture, took a bite out of the red wine cork from the side of his head, tilted his head up and poured it down masochistically.

The red wine that hadn't been swallowed in time spilled out, and a ray of dark red dripped down the warm neck, as bright as blood, adding a strange sense of sexiness to his gloomy and indifferent appearance.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with living every day.

Since he was a teenager, countless people have pursued him. They are madly infatuated with his face. They really can't survive, and they can still earn money by selling their faces.

Gu Renyu came to beg him to marry Cheng Xijue, and he agreed indifferently after taking the money. Life is already rotten to the end, and it doesn't matter how bad it is.

The boy who once wanted to make the world bow his head in front of him, now he just wants to live forever.

Cheng Xijue pushed open the wine cellar door and happened to see this scene.

Living under the same roof, he rarely sees his newlyweds other than sharing breakfast together.

Not even seen.

What happened that day made Cheng Xijue think about it all the time. A person like him can get what he wants, so he shamelessly courted Gu Jian, and even ridiculed him when Gu Jian rejected him. Can you swallow it?

He is a wealthy man, so he can't do such a dirty thing like forcing Gu Jian, besides, he said that day that if something happened, it would be Gu Jian begging him.

Instead of him begging Gu Jian.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be Gu Jian's shameless words?

Cheng Xijue quietly closed the wine cellar door and walked into the bathroom. He had just taken a shower, and he did not wear thin-rimmed glasses as usual, and his facial features were more sharp and handsome.

If there is only one thing in common between him and Gu Jian's character, it is that they are both very aware of their own charm.

Cheng Xijue unbuttoned his pajamas. Years of fitness and self-discipline made him tall and thin. He usually showed clear lines of his arms, waist and back in his shirts. Now that he unbuttoned them, he had all the muscles a man should have. Still very well-proportioned and beautifully muscular.

He didn't want to have too much physical contact with Gu Jian that day in the hotel, so he just unzipped his tie and trousers, so Gu Jian couldn't discover his inner beauty.

Cheng Xijue took out the elegant men's perfume, sprayed it on himself a few times with no expression on his face, and then waited for a few minutes to let the smell of the perfume gradually fade, making it less obvious and deliberate.

Gu Jian couldn't see his intentions.

Cheng Xijue pushed open the door of the wine cellar, and by coincidence, he met Gu Jian who was about to go back to his room.

Gu Jian held a half bottle of red wine in one hand, and said hello calmly: "Mr. Cheng, would you like to have a drink too?"

Cheng Xijue nodded his chin calmly, glanced at the wine bottle, "Romanni 1999, you have a good taste in wine selection."

Gu Jian shook the wine bottle casually, "Mr. Cheng has a good taste, and I'm done with Mr. Cheng."

When Cheng Xijue walked in, Gu Jian moved to make way for him. He wanted to go back to his room to sleep, but Cheng Xijue closed the door behind him.

The dim corridor was cramped and cold. Cheng Xijue stood on a higher step, looking down at Gu Jian from a height. He was already half a head taller than Gu Jian. In this atmosphere, he seemed more menacing and oppressive.

The back of Gu Jian's head leaned against the wall as if there were no bones, and he half-folded his arms in a calm and unhurried manner. He didn't bother to hold the red wine bottle, and stuffed it into his crossed arms.

Cheng Xijue pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have something to talk to you about."

Gu Jiandan let out a "hmm", turned his face sideways and stared at a light projected on the floor.

Cheng Xijue stared at the crimson traces of red wine flowing on his neck, the traces spread to the collar/fold of the nightgown, submerged in the soft and delicate shadow, "I'll order clothes for you on weekends, and then we'll go to a concert together."

"Ok."

"Would you like to listen to music?"

"If you don't want to go, can you refuse?"

"No."

Cheng Xijue was decisive.

A slight smile overflowed from Gu Jian's nose. From Cheng Xijue's perspective, he could see the dimples on the corners of his mouth rising and falling, flickering like splashes on a lake. He said, "Mr. Cheng is not afraid of others seeing that we are married." Is it?"

Cheng Xijue hopes that more people will know, "A friend's concert is just a show together."

Of course, the most important thing is to make an appointment by the way.

Gu Jian turned her head and looked up at Cheng Xijue, and yawned very perfunctorily, indicating that she was sleepy.

Cheng Xijue tapped the red wine stain on his neck with his fingers, and said in a serious tone: "The wine is on your body, wipe it off before going to sleep."

Gu Jian sat on the armrest of the sofa, his expressionless face was indifferent.

Cheng Xijue took out a brand new towel, and the mirror glass of the wine cabinet reflected his seductive figure, which would make people unable to move their eyes away and make their mouths water when placed on the street, but since he came in, Gu Jian never took a look at it .

So, Cheng Xijue casually twisted the towel, and lightly wiped the wine stains on Gu Jian's neck with one hand, and the low-key perfume smell passed down the wrist to Gu Jian's breath.

Gu Jian's eyes drifted casually, as if the floor tiles in the room were more attractive than the man's real flesh/body.

Under the honey-colored wall lamp, his whole body exudes the noble texture of amber, and the purple blood veins on his neck are faintly visible, pulsating slightly with the flow of blood.

But he couldn't, because he said that unless Gu Jian begged him, he wouldn't cross the line.

Cheng Xijue's Adam's apple was rolling, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Gu Jian, isn't the temperature here a little low?"

Gu Jian's eyes stopped on his face, and he said leisurely, "Cheng always feels cold, it must be because you haven't buttoned up."

"..."

Cheng Xijue glanced down and said calmly, "That's true."

Then, he put down the towel casually, and deliberately buttoned up the buttons of his pajamas one by one in front of Gu Jian.

Gu Jian was indifferent, as cold as he appeared.

If Cheng Xijue hadn't experienced the other side of him personally, he would have thought that he was married to an ascetic frigidity.

Gu Jian picked up the red wine bottle on the table with one hand, walked a few steps to the door of the wine cellar, stopped suddenly, turned his head and said with a chuckle, "Mr. Cheng, good night."

Just be bad.

Cheng Xijue snorted and sat down where Gu Jian was just now, tightly clutching the towel stained with red wine in his palm, stroking the red wet stain back and forth with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised the towel itchingly, brought it to his nose and took a deep breath.

The smell of Romani red wine is simply bewitching.