After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The chef of Cheng's family hired a famous western food chef. Gu Jian's appetite has not been very good recently, and the dishes he brought up have not been touched much. Except for British food, it may be because there is no good food in the UK.

Just as Gu Jian came home from Gravity Company, the chef pushed the dining car and put the freshly baked steak on the table. When the brass tureen was lifted up, the hot aroma came over his face.

Cheng Xijue sat on the dining chair, rolled up his shirt sleeves methodically, glanced at him and said, "Sit down."

The servant moved away from the chair, and Gu Jian sat opposite Cheng Xijue. The smooth and bright knife and fork on the dinner plate were shining brightly. He smelled the smell of meat and made him sick, so he had no appetite. He managed to eat two bites of the side dishes, and then put down the knife.

Cheng Xijue looked at the intact steak, "Not to your liking?"

Gu Jian picked up the water and swallowed it, suppressing the sour nausea, "I'm not hungry."

Cheng Xijue wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "How about we have some Chinese food?"

Without giving Gu Jian a chance to consider or refuse, Cheng Xijue raised his jaw and motioned for Aunt Zhou to bring a suit jacket and car keys.

He is used to giving orders at the helm. Even if he asks others for their opinions, it is only out of social etiquette, and in fact he does not give the other party any room for judgment.

The sky was gray and drizzled, and the shiny black car was parked under the steps of the villa. Cheng Xijue pressed the key to unlock the car, and asked Gu Jian beside him, "Can you drive?"

Gu Jian nodded, "Yes."

Cheng Xijue pondered for a while, then asked implicitly: "What kind of car do you like?"

"Jeep."

"Well, what else?"

The Jeep's top configuration is only 60 to [-] yuan, and Cheng Xijue can't afford it.

Gu Jian bowed and sat in the co-pilot, and said casually, "Wuling Hongguang."

Cheng Xijue turned sideways and pulled the seat belt to fasten it for him, and asked indifferently: "Bugatti or McLaren, which one do you like?"

Gu Jian lowered his eyes, his penetrating eyes were bright, and he looked at him with a half-smile.

Cheng Xijue pinched his flexible and tight waist, and said in a low voice: "Don't think too much, you are my wife, I should have a good car."

Gu Jian didn't speak, and leaned his head against the glass window, looking casual and indifferent.

The winding mountain road is silent, the raindrops are dripping on the windshield, the wipers are swinging back and forth like a bell, the sound insulation of the car is excellent, no sound from outside can be heard, and the world is so silent that only faint breathing remains Voice.

Cheng Xijue held the steering wheel with one hand, tapped the pure black leather lightly with his fingertips, thought for a while and asked, "I've seen your file, why don't you continue playing the piano?"

"The family doesn't like it."

The corners of Gu Jian's slender mouth curled up, and the dimple on one side was inexplicably cold and sweet, "My mother doesn't like my idleness. She hopes that I can be a doctor and lawyer or something. It's better to be a teacher like her."

Ever since Cheng Xijue went to Yu Xiao's love shelter last time, he noticed that the thick layer of ice between him and Gu Jian seemed to have melted a little, and Gu Jian would no longer avoid communication with a joking attitude.

Cheng Xijue looked at the winding mountain road in front of him, and said with certainty: "You are very good, you are not idle."

Gu Jian glanced at him in a little surprise, but Cheng Xijue did not expect Cheng Xijue to praise him, and said with a sneer, "It's a thing of the past if a hero doesn't mention his bravery back then."

Cheng Xijue was silent for a few seconds, and asked casually, "Because you like music, did she abandon you?"

Gu Jian looked away, stared at the water droplets rolling on the glass window, and said calmly, "It has nothing to do with this, it's all because of my fault."

Gu Renyu is an out-and-out scum, but he has a vicious vision for marrying his wife. His first wife was born in a scholarly family. She was young, beautiful, and well-educated. Ning Wan fell in love with Gu Renyu.

At that time, in the eyes of others, the two were handsome and beautiful, and they were like golden boys and girls, but less than a year from marriage to pregnancy, Gu Renyu climbed onto the towering tree of the Su family. They all forgot that Ning Wan, who had a big belly, was forced to induce labor and divorce. The child was a month old, and the beating was to kill Ning Wan. Ning Wan swallowed her anger and divorced, and gave birth to Gu Jian to take care of herself.

It is because of this humiliating experience that Ning Wan has been very strict with Gu Jian since she was a child. The desire to control produced by professional habits is everywhere and pervasive. Straight back.

As far as test scores and who to make friends with, Ning Wan has a carefully crafted form in her heart, and she must meet every rule in order to be worthy of being her son.

Gu Jian has always satisfied her, a perfect work that Ning Wan is proud of.

But human beings are a kind of creature, and excessive self-discipline will bottom out. At that time, Gu Jian was like a tight rubber band, which was tightened year after year until the rubber band could no longer bear the pressure, and the explosive rebound Elasticity hurts.

The car stopped at a Michelin-starred Chinese restaurant. Seeing Cheng Xijue's car, the doorman greeted him warmly, avoided the lobby, and led the way to VIP boxes.

The screen is embroidered with koi in the style of the Tang Dynasty, the Taishi chair, the mahogany Eight Immortals table, the incense burner on the table, and the smoke from the incense burner on the table, and the silk and bamboo orchestra playing on the downstairs stage, it is quite similar.

The waiter brought two menus and handed them to the two of them. Gu Jian held them and flipped through a few pages, "Sour lotus root slices, lemon shrimp, and plum slices for dessert."

Cheng Xijue looked at him with a faint smile in his eyes, "So you like to eat sour food."

As soon as he reminded him, Gu Jian realized that all the dishes he ordered were very sour. These days, he felt like vomiting when he saw the smell of oil, but it was the sour dishes that gave him his appetite again.

In the past, he obviously didn't like sour food.

It is a good thing to have an appetite. As soon as the dishes came, he moved his long-lost index finger, and he ate the whole plate of plum slices that grinned sourly after two bites.

Cheng Xijue had eaten at home, and after ordering a few signature dishes, he quietly admired Gu Jian's meal with his chin up.

After watching for a while, he came to a conclusion: Gu Jian's family education is excellent.

The posture of holding chopsticks when eating is very elegant and beautiful, chewing lightly and slowly, drinking soup without making any sound, switching between public chopsticks and private chopsticks smoothly, even Gu Su, who was born in a wealthy family, cannot match his elegant table manners.

But people from ordinary families do not need to learn strict dining etiquette, unless the family specifically requires it.

Cheng Xijue was deeply impressed by Gu Jian's signature on the agreement. The handwriting was loosely shaped like a crane bone, and it was written in one go. It couldn't be written without years of coaching.

Even though Gu Jian was lazy all day long, the habit of years and years had penetrated into his bone marrow and became a part of him, which could not be separated at all.

Cheng Xijue, who has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, suddenly had an idea that Gu Jian shouldn't be like this now, he is obviously not a down and out person, he should be a brilliant and unscrupulous new star.

Just like in the lyrics of "Flying Among the Clouds", let the world bow its head before me.

In short, Cheng Xijue wanted to support Gu Jian.

It’s not as rough as it is now, where you can only raise delicate canaries with delicious food and good food, but what you need to raise white swans is mountains, rivers and thousands of miles.

Fortunately, Cheng Xijue has everything.

Cheng Xijue's heart was full of ups and downs, and he said lightly: "As my wife, there will inevitably be some business and social interactions in the future. You should choose a hobby to practice."

"Need it?"

Gu Jian wiped away the non-existent stains on the corner of his mouth, took out his phone and glanced at today's date, "It won't be long before the date is here, we have no future to talk about, right?"

Cheng Xijue panicked calmly, and said calmly: "There have been some disputes in the acquisition of Polo Media, and we are re-negotiating. I can't divorce you according to the deadline in the contract."

Gu Jian was startled for a moment, then frowned and asked, "What dispute?"

Cheng Xijue had been prepared for a long time, and said in a calm manner: "The market environment has changed. Polo's stock price has plummeted. Now that it is insolvent, Frey's shareholders will have to re-decision on this business."

"How long will it take?" Gu Jian asked bluntly.

Cheng Xijue thought carefully for a few seconds before answering, "The shortest is half a year, and the longest is three or four years."

Gu Jian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned away from staring at the screen, "Can you hurry up?"

Cheng Xijue sighed lightly, and said in a helpless tone, "Of course I want to get all of Polo's assets as soon as possible. It's a transaction involving billions of dollars. I'm more anxious than you. Taking a step back, why are you so anxious to divorce me?"

"Could it be that you want to have a second spring with your——your friend named Yan?"

Although Cheng Xijue said it with a smile, the sour taste in his words almost overflowed the room.

Gu Jian looked at him and said without emotion, "It's not about it, I just want to be free sooner."

Cheng Xijue was unhappy, but still smiled gracefully, "You can't divorce in a short time, you can only accept the reality, skiing, golf, polo, hunting, do you have anything you are interested in?"

"Let's go skiing." Gu Jian randomly picked something simple.

Cheng Xijue picked up the car keys on the table, "Okay, there is a ski resort nearby, I'll show you there."

Yuning City is the southern part of the south. It never snows in winter, and there is no outdoor ski resort. The ski resort refers to the indoor ice rink. There are often major competitions held in the ice rink. It is usually crowded with people, and you need to make an appointment. It's too difficult to ski in Yuning.

Cheng Xijue took the elevator in the center of the downtown area, went up to an office building, and printed his fingerprints on the closed metal door. A spacious and bright lobby unfolded before Gu Jian's eyes.

The ski resort has everything but people.

Gu Jian looked at the huge ski resort through the thick glass, the white artificial snow was spotless, and asked casually, "Is this a membership system?"

Cheng Xijue smiled slightly, "No, it's my own ski resort."

Gu Jian nodded calmly, indicating that he knew.

Cheng Xijue likes his vigor, as if he is used to seeing the good things in this world, no matter what rare things that make others covet, he doesn't pay attention to it, and doesn't take it seriously at all.

"The temperature inside is very low. Change your ski equipment first, and there are new clothes in the locker room."

Cheng Xijue pushed open the door of the dressing room. The room was originally designed according to the public ski resort, divided into small compartments for visitors to take a bath and change clothes.

He opened the cabinet door, picked out a set of black and white ski equipment from head to toe, folded them neatly and handed them to Gu Jian.

In summer, the temperature is high, and the tailored shirt and casual trousers that Gu Jian wears are very thin. A ski jacket can be put on directly, but ski boots are not so easy to wear.

With tight pressure belts and complex metal buckles, it is difficult for people with no skiing experience to put on the equipment correctly for the first time. Gu Jian sat on a stool and tried a few times, but the pressure belt was buckled too tightly, and his calves were tight Stiff.

Cheng Xijue bowed down, patted his hand to signal release, and adjusted the pressure belt with both hands, "You are too tight."

Gu Jian sat with his legs wide open, so that this posture was a bit strange. Cheng Xijue's face almost touched his belly button, and he asked calmly, "Usually you are the only one here?"

"There's a cleaner."

Cheng Xijue squatted down, and folded his trouser legs that were in the way, revealing his thin and pale calves that were tucked into the boots. The pale green blood veins were revealed in the white, the skin was very delicate, and the bones were clear. Very light red.

There was a few seconds of silence in the air.

The warm breath sprinkled on the cold knees, Gu Jian lowered his eyes, and at the moment Cheng Xijue raised his head, he met a straightforward gaze, which had the nakedness of a man.

Very dangerous signal.

Gu Jian subconsciously stepped on his legs, Cheng Xijue suddenly grabbed his calf, forcibly stopped his movements, lowered his head, and caught off guard and landed a light peck on his knee.