After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

After taking a bath last night, Gu Jian wrapped himself in a bathrobe and fell asleep on the bed. He slept until the sun was shining at noon. He jumped on the bed and pressed his nose against his face before he opened his eyes and got up.

His hair was soaked in the air conditioner all night, and both sides of his forehead were aching. Gu Jian dug out the usual painkillers from the suitcase, peeled off two pills, and threw them into his mouth. He took too much medicine, and he could swallow it without water. .

A bitter taste blooms on the tip of the tongue.

He paused, pulled out the instruction manual from the medicine box, and glanced hurriedly. The ingredients in the painkiller would affect the development of the fetus. He lowered his head and spat it out. He walked to the sink, unscrewed the cap of the mouthwash bottle, and rinsed his mouth carefully. Residual bitterness.

The biggest change brought about by pregnancy is that he can no longer live a day-to-day life like before. He can't drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes, go to bars full of second-hand smoke, stay up late, and eat irregularly.

His living habits are healthy, he looks more radiant than before, and he is not so depressed, so he looks younger, and the fresh vitality grows quietly on him.

Gu Jian put on a T-shirt and went downstairs. The huge long table was full of dishes, watery fresh fruits and vegetables, sea fish stewed in thick soup that day, and the nutritionist who came back prepared a table of pregnancy meals, everything you need.

Cheng Xijue was neatly dressed and his shirt was buttoned meticulously. He was about to go out. When he saw him, he whispered a few words to Secretary Gao who was waiting at the door. He turned around and walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Have you got an appetite today?"

The last time I ate a meal in Qiantang and tossed several high-end restaurants, Gu Jian was too lazy to move the floor, so he sat down in silence, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and chewed slowly.

Cheng Xijue fished out a piece of crucian carp, cut open the white and tender fish with a knife and fork, and slowly picked out the slender fishbone, "I'm going to the company, if you have anything to do, send me a message, um—we have WeChat?"

His tone was calm and calm, as if he had just realized that he had been deleted.

Gu Jian lowered his head and took a sip of milk, took out his phone, unlocked it and put it on the dining table, "Yes, I deleted it on the day of the divorce."

Cheng Xijue reached for his phone, his WeChat was full of unread messages, and he swipe down without seeing the bottom, all of them were crazy bees and butterflies from nowhere, he frowned, and searched his account, "Gu Jian, you never reply to messages ?”

"Ah."

Gu Jian raised his eyes, stirred the soup with a porcelain white spoon in his hand, and said confidently, "There are too many people, we can't come back."

Cheng Xijue re-added WeChat, changed the note to Xijue, and immediately pinned it to the top, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "I just happen to be free today, come here and introduce one by one, who are the thousands of people on your WeChat."

Gu Jian lowered his head to scoop up the soup, and said casually, "You should be my ex-boyfriend."

Cheng Xijue was silent for a few seconds, and the phone was pushed back to him, "I know you, you never had any relationship before we got married."

Gu Jian picked up the phone and put it in his pocket, and glanced at him, it was clear that you had investigated everything, knowing what was the point of asking.

Cheng Xijue got up, placed the porcelain plate of fish meat in front of him, and asked meaningfully: "Are you not planning to fall in love now?"

Gu Jian stepped on the floor, stretched his long legs back, suspended the front legs of the chair, and leaned back. The loose clothes showed a round belly shape. The answer was self-evident.

A man with a full stomach can scare away a lot of people, so what's the point of falling in love?

Cheng Xijue pushed down the back of the chair to stop this dangerous behavior, and looked down at the top of his black hair, "Are you considering talking about the exam after giving birth?"

"Are you worried that I'm patronizing love and don't care about the baby?"

Gu Jian raised his face, with a sneering smile in his eyes, staring at him with clear and bright eyes.

Cheng Xijue sighed in his heart. He got his wish that day, and his ecstatic reaction left a deep impression on Gu Jian's heart. Now, no matter how he explains, everything he did was because of Gu Jian, not for the baby in his stomach. There is no persuasion force.

"I'm worried that you took the child and ran away with someone." Cheng Xijue raised his chin and said half-truthfully.

Gu Jian patted his hand away, sat up without saying a word, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

Cheng Xijue sat aside, staring at him until he was full, and then he went to Frey's company to deal with the accumulated tasks.

A week later, Muro came back from Qiantang City. After a few days of recuperation, his mental state has fully recovered. As long as he doesn’t see Song Liang again, he is still a chic and unrestrained pianist. That night was like a dark and terrifying nightmare. After waking up from the dream, the reality is like this It is bright and beautiful, and he wants to grasp all the beauty.

The news sent to his friend Cheng Xijue fell into disarray. Muro needs help with an important matter, and he can't wait to visit Fredden in person.

He is Cheng Xijue's friend. In the past, when he arrived in Frey, he could go directly to Cheng Xijue's private living room and wait for the meeting with a cup of red wine, but today it was strange.

Muro didn't think too much about it, but the wait lasted for four hours. It wasn't until Frey was about to get off work that Assistant Gao came late and asked him to meet in the office.

Cheng Xijue was sitting on a leather chair, wearing a meticulous shirt and suit, a matching silver watch cuffed on his wrist, and thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. With a notebook in his hand, he was talking to a gentle lady.

Muro strode into the office and happened to hear the lady whispering softly: "During pregnancy, due to the violent growth of hormones, it may cause breast swelling. Hot compresses and massages can relieve it, but be careful. , the body during pregnancy is very delicate, and the movements should be gentle to avoid tingling."

"At the same time, psychological preparation is also very important. Your wife should be very young, right? Having a baby has brought him a lot of psychological pressure, and he can't work for a year or so. I suggest you communicate more..."

Muro almost laughed out loud, Cheng Xijue actually invited a teacher to learn about nursing knowledge during pregnancy, and carefully took notes one by one, which was far from his usual elegant and gentle image.

After finishing the lecture, the lady tidied up the documents on the table, "Mr. Cheng, come here first, if you share the same room, you must be careful about your comfort level, to avoid oppressing your stomach and strong..."

"I see."

Cheng Xijue closed the notebook, rang the bell on the desk, and called the assistant to take the lecturer home.

When the person left, Muro burst out laughing, leaning against the edge of the table and laughing, "Why do you learn this? Is there any business opportunity?"

"curious."

Cheng Xijue said that, picked up the notebook and put it in the drawer, and asked politely and distantly, "What's the matter with you?"

Muro stopped laughing, coughed a few times to clear his throat, "Have you seen my Bane online? Isn't he excellent?"

"Pretty good."

Cheng Xijue spit out three words, and asked with a half smile: "What is your Bane?"

"You asked knowingly." Muro was embarrassed, and turned his head away to scratch his eyebrows. "The matter I came to find you has something to do with him, and it is very important."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Cheng Xijue asked with great interest.

Muro looked at him sternly, "Bane was married and had an ex-husband."

"...He told you?" Cheng Xijue raised his eyebrows.

Muro shook his head, and said solemnly: "It's useless for him to say it, his ex-husband must have treated him badly, otherwise why did he insist on divorce and didn't give him a penny, let him leave the house."

Cheng Xijue sighed, and said meaningfully: "You know quite a lot."

"It's not just my guess."

Muro touched his ear, and said solemnly: "Bane has a tattoo here, and he told me it means 'to live to death', that marriage must have tortured him deeply, and he finally escaped from the magic den. "

Cheng Xijue's smile remained at the corner of his mouth, "He told you the meaning of the tattoo? How did you ask him?"

Muro didn't understand, so he nodded, "I just asked directly, he told me everything."

When Cheng Xijue asked Gu Jian seriously what the meaning of the tattoo was, Gu Jian didn't want to tell the answer at all, so he teased him and told Muro so easily? !

Cheng Xijue's heart was so sore, could it be that in Gu Jian's heart, he was not even as good as Muro?

Seeing his gloomy expression, Muro sighed quietly, "You don't have to worry about us. I came to you because I want you to help me find out the identity of Bane's ex-husband. I want to have a face-to-face talk with him so that he will stop pestering Bane. , if he asks for money, I can give him a sum of money."

Cheng Xijue asked with a half-smile: "Since it's Bane's ex-husband, why don't you ask Bane directly?"

"I don't want him to worry about me anymore." Muro touched his jumping chest and said helplessly, "He has been worried about me all night in Qiantang. How can I let him continue to worry about me?"

"You're quite thoughtful." Cheng Xijue narrowed his eyes and looked at Muro quietly.

Muro laughed, "He has helped me so much, the only thing I can help him is to get rid of his ex-husband."

Cheng Xijue lowered his head and took off his glasses, took out a velvet cloth from the drawer, lowered his head and wiped the lenses slowly, and said in a soft voice, "Maybe Bane and his ex-husband have mixed oils, and everything is just your wishful thinking."

"No, they have an open relationship." Muro touched the tip of his nose and said with difficulty: "I told Bane that I could join his family and become part of an open relationship."

Cheng Xijue tightly pinched the legs of the glasses with his fingertips, his finger bones turned white, and he uttered a line of clear words: "Your moral bottom line is really high."

Muro blushed with shame, "I don't want to be a lover, so I came to you to help me find out Bane's ex-husband. Only by solving him can I and Bane be fair and honest."

Cheng Xijue lowered his eyes, and the slender silver glasses brackets were twisted by him. He didn't need to look in the mirror. Now his expression was so fierce that he could eat people. He closed his glasses calmly, and after a few seconds, he slowly raised his face with a gentle expression. Calmly and kindly said: "Muro, the problem between you and Bane is not his ex-husband, but the door between you."

Muro was a little startled, and smiled bitterly. That's true. Even if Bane's ex-husband is powerful, he can't force Bane to change his will. If Bane really likes him, all problems will be solved easily.

"Stop fooling yourself." Cheng Xijue opened the hidden cabinet on the wall, took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, rolled up his sleeves and poured the wine gracefully, "The most urgent thing is that you need to impress Bane's heart."

Muro took the wine glass and shook it, sighed deeply: "He is the kind who seems to like anyone, but actually doesn't like anyone."

"It's too early to tell."

Cheng Xijue spoke meaningfully, and then said persuasively, "You should properly show your strengths in front of Bane."

"Playing the piano? Isn't it too deliberate?" Muro frowned and thought.

Cheng Xijue was noncommittal, glanced at him up and down, "Have you been exercising recently?"

Muro said without hesitation: "I have been persisting, and the effect is good. The abdominal muscles and chest muscles are very obvious."

Cheng Xijue took a sip of red wine and gave a serious suggestion: "Take a few photos of your results and send them to him to show off your physical charm."

Others can give reasonable suggestions. He tried this trick himself, but Gu Jian didn't look at it directly. Instead, he hated this kind of straightforward flesh/desire.

Of course, the best result is that after Muro posted the photos, Gu Jian also deleted his friends and was completely out of the game.

Muro hissed lightly, and asked suspiciously, "Won't it appear that I'm superficial? I feel like I'm trying to seduce him."

"will not."

Cheng Xijue smiled sincerely.