After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is gradually dimming, the lights on the distant river are flickering, and the jumping neon lights are bright and bright. Most of the sky is soaked in the purple-pink night scene, which is grotesquely beautiful.

Cheng Xijue folded his arms, half leaned against the edge of the desk, staring at the sky silently.

While waiting for the news, he carefully recalled this short and hasty marriage, and there was no doubt that Gu Jian didn't like him.

It was clearly written in the contract that this marriage was a responsibility, a collusion of interests, without any emotion/color, it was just a frame in black and white. Gu Jian fulfilled his responsibility and left without restraint.

Cheng Xijue fell into illusory happiness, went home together to meet his parents, had breakfast together, kissed and flirted secretly, Gu Jian took him back to Yu Xiao's shelter, and told him his past experiences with an open heart, just like a real couple. Loving lovers.

When did the pure interest relationship start to deteriorate?

Cheng Xijue analyzed the memory rationally, trying to find that node, but what he remembered was scattered fragments like feathers of auspicious light.

Gu Jian's calm face casually called his husband, he was too lazy to lean on the car and could fall asleep with his eyes closed, his beautiful lips and teeth were as sharp as knives, and could accurately annoy him every time, Gu Jian's eyelashes were soft and fluffy under the night light Fluffy, with a trembling waist like a collapsing river, always pretending to be good, but not soft at all when making things bad.

Too many fragments were put together to form a complete Gu Jian. He focused on abiding by the contract regulations, playing the role of Cheng Xijue's partner, obeying the warnings and not being tempted, Cheng Xijue couldn't find any problems with him.

Gu Jian didn't deliberately attract him, even when he noticed Cheng Xijue's psychological overstepping behavior, he showed a bad and corrupt side, and warned Cheng Xijue not to fall in love with him.

Cheng Xijue had no reason to blame Gu Jian, the contract was drawn up by himself, and even Gu Jian shouldn't like him, he asked for it.

He could only blame himself for his arrogance and contempt for this emotional opponent. In the end, he was completely defeated and surrendered to Gu Jian's charm.

He also proposed to divorce at the fastest speed. For a moment of arrogance, he cut off the only bondage that could keep Gu Jian in the marriage.

Cheng Xijue has no reason to look for him again. The only reason left now is Gu Jian's scandal. Cheng Xijue caught him like a shark smelling blood. He can use this as an opportunity to find Gu Jian firmly. keep him.

The phone on the table vibrated and flickered, and Cheng Xijue reached out to pick it up.

[Mr. Cheng, we have checked the latest whereabouts of my wife. My wife and Yan Qingying went to Qiantang City together, but we did not find any records of my wife’s credit card and hotel check-in in Qiantang. Yan Qingying returned to Yuning alone yesterday. Someone has been secretly guarded at the shelter. If my wife shows up, I will report to you in time. ]

Frey has a branch in Qiantang, and has some deep connections. Qiantang is a city with a population of tens of millions. Finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Cheng Xijue is patient, and he is sure that Gu Jian will not be able to find the palm of his hand, but it will just take some time.

If Gu Jian was found, what would he do?

She hates him so much that she wants to kill him, but also wants to kiss and possess him passionately. The two go hand in hand without interfering with each other.

Cheng Xijue typed a line on his mobile phone, arranging to fly to Qiantang tonight, and he was worried about leaving it to anyone to look for Gu Jian's trace in person.

After all, Gravity Company didn't notice anything unusual even when Gu Jian didn't come to work for eleven days. If it wasn't for his reluctance to anger anyone because of personal matters, Cheng Xijue's anger just now was enough to wipe out all the executives.

three days later.

Cheng Xijue completed the deployment in Qiantang. The benefits of money and power lie in this. There are a lot of "Salted Fish and Beauty After Divorce". Remember the website: m.1. Talent can be driven, Frey's top programmers are He picked it out, and this group of talented people who came back from Silicon Valley stared at all of Gu Jian's accounts day and night, trying to analyze his address from the clues of daily life.

The people from the public relations department mobilized together to inquire about the housing rental situation from outside the city center, because Gu Jian didn't have much money in his pocket, and he couldn't afford to rent in the urban area.

Gu Jian's cronies can't run away either, so with a little favor, they can find out whether they have been in contact with Gu Jian recently.

Now the Frey company is going crazy. This guy named Gu Jian is a financial master. He cheated Mr. Cheng tens of billions and ran away. Inspiring teachers and mobilizing people, digging three feet just to find one person?

Cheng Xijue took a break from his busy schedule and met with Muro. His mind was all on Gu Jian, and he was not in the mood to drink with Muro at all. But Muro has been sending messages every day these days, nagging about Bane .

What today I had dinner with Bane again, Bane invited me to his house as a guest, Bane invited me to eat instant noodles, his cute puppy peed on my pants, I took a bath at Bane’s house, and he took the initiative to add WeChat to me, Bane Complimenting me for playing the piano well, Bane smiled at me...

Cheng Xijue couldn't help worrying about Muro's mental state, like a pregnant girl writing a love diary.

Muro was radiant, his brows were brimming with pride, and he was holding a delicate silk cake box in his hand. When he entered the door, he said, "I just sent me a message from Bane asking me to go to his house for dinner at night. What should I do with this gift? "

Cheng Xijue was too busy to wear a tie, the collar of his shirt was loose, his eyes were tired and red, and there was a light green stubble on his chin.

This is true.

He sat on the sofa wearily, rubbing his painful forehead with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you crazy about?"

Seeing his appearance, Muro asked in surprise, "How many days have you not slept?"

Cheng Xijue took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose to refresh himself, "Don't worry about my business, Bane fascinated you so much, you can see what message you sent yourself."

Muro put down the cake, sat on the sofa with his long legs spread out, looked up at the ceiling, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "I know I'm crazy, but there's no way, he looks better than I remembered, so beautiful Like Liszt's "Dream of Love."

Cheng Xijue saw that Muro was really crazy, and said coldly, "You should seek a psychiatrist to treat your fantasies."

"Don't laugh at me, aren't you also a love brain?" Muro looked at his decadent appearance, and said earnestly: "When Frey was about to go bankrupt, I never saw you like this."

Cheng Xijue shook his head, "I'm not a love brain, we are different."

Muro didn't want to argue with him on this issue. Cheng Xijue was Frey's boss, and his personal image represented Frey's image. He was usually meticulous and elegant, but today he looked like an unlucky man whose wife ran away and was unhappy.

Compared with the level of love brain, Cheng Xijue is much more serious than him.

"Okay, I'm a love brain."

Muro readily accepted the title, and stretched out his hand to push the cake on the table, "I ordered it for Bane. He has a bad appetite and always doesn't want to eat anything. Is it appropriate for me to give him this?"

Cheng Xijue glanced at the cake box, managed to pull himself together, and asked bluntly, "Are you middle school students?"

Muro laughed, "Is it too naive to send this?"

Cheng Xijue nodded, and said in a tired voice: "If you want to chase him, you must first learn to express your sincerity. Your sincerity is not serious enough."

Muro pondered, thinking: "I thought about giving him an expensive gift, but I'm worried that he thinks I'm frivolous and has plots against him."

"Don't you have it?"

"It's a little bit."

Cheng Xijue sighed, got up and picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of coffee, and taught privately: "You can start with some small items of great significance, and take them lightly as the criterion, so that he can't guess the price, but he can feel you. your heart."

Muro didn't understand, he frowned and thought: "What is the right gift? Should I make up a song for him, or give him a guitar with my own hands?"

Cheng Xijue swallowed his coffee and asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Muro said without thinking: "Perfect."

"Go crazy and go crazy." Cheng Xijue was not in the mood to talk with Love Brain.

Muro turned his head to the side, thought carefully for a while, and then said carefully, "He is a frank and unrestrained loser."

Cheng Xijue suddenly became interested in knowing Bane.

Life is like an adversary, there are always times of winning and losing. Bane has gone from a young and famous talented singer to a penniless loser. People who have experienced ups and downs will inevitably resent the injustice of fate and the injustice of their friends. past status quo.

It is rare to be able to lose unrestrainedly, not to be jealous of the success that was weaker than his friends in the past, and to get along with Muro without being humble or overbearing.

Muro couldn't help laughing contentedly, like picking up a treasure on the street, "That's why I say he's perfect."

Cheng Xijue said thoughtfully: "Give him perfume."

Perfume is a very special gift, ambiguous and lingering, and the right scent can properly express the understanding of Bane's character, a subtle gesture of goodwill, and look forward to a further relationship with each other.

Muro didn't understand perfume, so he asked, "What scent should I give Bane?"

Cheng Xijue took out a business card, picked up a pen, and wrote in cursive English on the back of the card, "The flavor of this bottle will suit him very well."

Muro carefully put away the business card, "I'm going to buy it now, you still have to do it, otherwise I will really give him a cake today."

Cheng Xijue smiled lightly.

Muro stood up and encouraged: "Don't be depressed, my sister-in-law will feel distressed when she sees you like this."

Cheng Xijue said "um", knowing that Gu Jian would not feel sorry for him.

He was very suspicious, Gu Jian had no heart at all.

Yan Qingying's aunt recommended a private hospital in Qiantang City, where her classmate served as the director, talked about Gu Jian's pregnancy, and was able to keep the secret for him.

Gu Jian vomited all morning in the bathroom of the radio station, and the nausea became more and more serious. He vomited whatever he ate, so he could only drink some milk to protect his stomach. He was so sick that he didn't have much energy, so he asked for leave at noon to go to the hospital for his first prenatal checkup.

After the routine blood test, he lay down on the examination bed alone again, with his eyes closed under the bright light, his clothes rolled up, revealing his swollen belly.

The doctor slid the cold metal probe across the abdomen inch by inch.

The gray and white image on the screen was blurry and swaying. The doctor thoughtfully turned over the computer and pointed out to him the small humanoid creature in the image. Unlike the little black dots last time, it now has a round head and limbs, curled up together .

The doctor pointed at the picture and said: "The fetus is developing very well, look at how cute it is..."

Gu Jian glanced away, pulled off his clothes to cover his swollen abdomen, "When will I stop vomiting?"

Seeing his impatient look, the doctor said softly: "Most of them will disappear in the fourth or fifth month of the fetus, but some will last the entire pregnancy. In your case, the family has to cook nutritious meals for you. You are too thin. If you don't Lift up your clothes, I can't even see that you are pregnant."

Gu Jian turned over and got out of bed, bent over and tied his shoelaces with great effort, "Two more months to throw up?"

The doctor nodded, and persuaded earnestly: "I heard that you are still at work. You have a very special physique. If you don't take care of it well, accidents are easy to happen. Why is your partner so irresponsible?"

Gu Jian unscrewed the milk he was carrying and swallowed, suppressed the feeling of nausea, and said casually, "He's dead."

"what……"

The doctor was speechless in surprise, and never mentioned this again.

That night, Gu Jian suffered from insomnia for the first time in a long time. After being pregnant, she was drowsy and could not wake up.

The bedroom was dark, and the dim light of the sky streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Gu Jian was curled up on the bed, the silk nightgown rolled into a ball and pressed under his clean white thighs, a few scattered strands of black hair curled around his delicate neck, and his body felt faintly hot , The ironed skin is oozing red.

Gu Jian stretched out his hand and turned on the old desk lamp. The dim light covered his spring-like body, and the collar of his nightgown slipped off half of his shoulders. He took out the thermometer and measured his forehead. The temperature was normal and there was no fever.

Not only was he feverish, but his heartbeat was clearly audible, beating up and down.

Gu Jian walked over Bafen, who was sleeping soundly, with bare feet, and pushed open the bathroom door. A wet face was reflected in the mirror, with messy black hair, loose and moist lips, and a clear Adam's apple rolling under the thin skin Turn around, showing a mood of strong desire/fire.

One of the most important effects of psychotropic drugs for the treatment of PTSD is to calm the nerves so as to reduce desire/desire. He has taken the drugs for several years, and even after stopping the drugs, he has no urge to be emotional.

The mediation room said that he was frigid, even if Cheng Xijue didn't believe it, it was true.

Gu Jian bowed and splashed cold water on his face a few times. His cold face was wet, and the water dripped down his neck into the loose dark nightgown, making him look distracted. If it wasn't for the hindrance of his pregnancy, he would take a cold shower Cool down.

I finally realized what my aunt said about the increased desire/desire.