After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Compared with Muro, who has zero love experience and has been busy running his business, Cheng Xijue is married, and his married life is blissful and happy. He thought carefully for a few seconds and adopted this suggestion. Like Bane showing an unknown side.

A well-rounded dish will never be a deduction item.

Muro picked up the red wine, raised his head and drank it all, and said with a sigh of relief, "Okay, fuck Bane's silly ex-husband."

Cheng Xijue smiled lightly, slowly swaying the crimson rippling red wine with one hand.

Great, let's see who is stupid X then.

Muro picked up the bottle and added wine, "What about you? Are you still in divorce?"

"We're reconciled." Cheng Xijue lowered his head, took a sip of his wine, looked at Mu Luo with a half-smile and said, "A third party tried to meddle in our relationship, and I've settled it."

Muro frowned, and sighed quietly: "The world is going down, morality is degrading!"

Cheng Xijue reached out to clink glasses with him, the transparent glass jingled crisply, and guided with a smile: "I wish you an early victory over Bane's ex-husband."

Muro replied without hesitation: "I wish you and your wife a stronger love than gold, no one can separate you."

"of course."

Cheng Xijue's smile spread to the bottom of his eyes, he hooked up a language trap without leaving a trace, and clearly buried Mu Luo.

On the car back home, Aunt Zhou reported Gu Jian's itinerary for the whole day, including eating, walking the dog, reading in the garden, going back upstairs to take a nap when he was sleepy, and how much food he ate at noon. If you have a poor appetite, then present well-prepared desserts, and you must consume the total amount prescribed by the nutritionist every day.

The family invited the doctor from Qiantang City to do the prenatal examination for Gu Jian, and brought two nurses. The villa has a lot of vacant rooms, and several people live in the guest room upstairs, so they can deal with emergencies at any time.

Cheng Xijue held his mobile phone and flipped through Gu Jian's itinerary for today. The screen suddenly lit up, and a series of familiar numbers popped up.

The call is connected.

Cheng's mother's voice was calm and gentle, and the pampered lady's words were as sweet as pearls falling on a jade plate, "Your divorce has caused a lot of trouble in the city, and your family doesn't dare to disturb your leisure, come to me to inquire about it. I don't even know about you, and I can't even do the small thing of letting you adopt a child, what this mother did is really negligent."

Cheng Xijue was accustomed to the yin and yang strangeness that came from the same strain, so he asked bluntly, "Say, what's the matter?"

"Do you remember Judy?"

"Who?"

"The daughter of your father's business partner is very beautiful. She is a top student of the Ivy League and is in the same family as our family."

"Oh? Job introduction?"

Cheng's mother was silent for a few seconds, "Xijue, I met her a few days ago, and she has a good impression of you, saying that you are the most attractive man she has ever seen."

Cheng Xijue sneered, "You forgot one important thing, my sexual orientation."

"Of course I know." Mother Cheng coughed lightly and said cautiously, "Judy is divorced just like you. She and her ex-husband gave birth to a half-breed child who looks cute and juicy. She knows your situation well. After all, our family will take care of the child for her."

"……Bye."

Cheng Xijue was completely impatient.

Cheng's mother said anxiously: "I'm not thinking of you, you married silently, and divorced silently—"

"I'm not divorced." Cheng Xijue interrupted her, lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her straight nose, "Take care of Jiang Lie when you have time, don't bother me."

Cheng's mother was surprised, and murmured: "Not divorced? Why do you say you are divorced?"

Cheng Xijue said calmly and restrainedly: "It's just gossip."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, Mother Cheng sorted out her chaotic thoughts, and said softly again: "Since you are not divorced, then don't hide it, you will see me sooner or later, take it back some time for me to see." your precious."

Cheng Xijue hummed perfunctorily and hung up the phone.

When he was showing weakness, he told Gu Jian that he had nothing but money. Although he might be suspected of being aggressive, this sentence was true.

The familial ties in the wealthy mansion are weak, and the child is thrown to the nannies and tutors after giving birth, and the number of meetings throughout the year can be counted on the fingers, so there is no such thing as a bond of flesh and blood.

The pure white villa was lit with lights, Cheng Xijue stepped out of the car, took off his suit jacket and handed it to Aunt Zhou who was waiting, Shi Shiran walked into the restaurant.

Gu Jian ate dinner in a dispirited manner. After three months of pregnancy, the symptoms of morning sickness gradually disappeared, and she was able to eat more or less.

Cheng Xijue evacuated his chair and sat down, took off his watch slowly, "The dishes haven't moved much, you've eaten too little."

"Less?"

Gu Jian put down his chopsticks, took out a piece of paper and carefully wiped Xiu's narrow and slender fingers, "I'm sorry, I've tried my best."

Cheng Xijue glanced at the clean and empty bowl in front of him, "If the chef's skills are not to your liking, we will change to another one."

Gu Jian kneaded the ball of paper, raised his wrist, and the snow-white ball fell on Cheng Xijue's thigh in a parabola. He leaned back and said boredly against the back of the chair: "If someone is watching you eat all the time, you must Very appetizing."

"If you can promise to eat seriously every day, Aunt Zhou won't stare at you." Cheng Xijue twisted up a paper ball and threw it into the bone dish.

Gu Jian lowered his head and grinned. There were more than a dozen servants in the family. Even if Aunt Zhou didn't watch, it would be the same if someone else watched.

Cheng Xijue raised his hand to touch the warm soup Gu, and asked lightly, "Do you want to try my cooking skills?"

"You know how to cook?" Gu Jian raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Cheng Xijue stood up and asked with a half smile: "In your eyes, I am a pampered businessman who doesn't care about the five grains and only seeks profit?"

Gu Jian tapped his lower lip with his finger, leaned against the chair and chuckled softly.

Cheng Xijue unbuttoned his shirt and walked into the kitchen. There were all the ingredients in the refrigerator storage room. He scooped up a spoonful of broth and cooked a bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables.

He studied abroad alone very early, and was tired of eating Western food. He learned home-cooked dishes by himself according to the recipes, so as to comfort his homesick stomach. After a long time, his cooking skills are superb, no less than the chefs who have been invited back.

It's just that Cheng Xijue never cooks for others, no one is worthy of him to please with cooking skills, Gu Jian is the first diner.

Gu Jian took a bite with the chopsticks, then nodded to Cheng Xijue in satisfaction, and chewed silently.

The chirping of cicadas in the summer night was slightly distant, and the chandelier hanging from the dome was bright and soft. Gu Jian lowered his head halfway, eating very politely, and sipping soup with a spoon from time to time. Cheng Xijue sat on the corner of the table and looked down at him. With bulging cheeks, the satisfaction of successful feeding wiped away the depression brought by Cheng's mother.

No one spoke, a wonderful warm and harmonious atmosphere was between them, and Cheng Xijue tasted the taste of "home".

Ding-dong-

The unexpected ringtone broke the quiet atmosphere, the phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, and Gu Jian ate his meal on his own.

Cheng Xijue glanced at the lit screen, Muro really knows how to pick the time.

The news bombarded wildly and jingled continuously, but Gu Jian turned a deaf ear to it. Cheng Xijue half folded his arms and asked nonchalantly, "It's so late, whose message is it?"

Gu Jian glanced at the prompt box that popped up, swallowed the soup in his mouth, "Muro."

"Muro...don't you take a look?" Cheng Xijue took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Gu Jian squinted at him, took the paper to wipe his hands, picked up the phone and "clicked" to unlock it, with a cold, pale face and no emotion, he flicked the screen with his fingertips.

Cheng Xijue pretended to be confused, pretending to understand, and asked with a suppressed smile, "What is it?"

"It's nothing."

Gu Jian narrowed his eyes, stared at the phone for a moment, scooped up a spoonful of soup with the other hand, and passed it to his lips. Suddenly, he bit the porcelain-white spoon halfway, clicked on the photo with his fingertips, and looked very carefully. .

It's nothing?

Cheng Xijue's smile faded completely, he had never seen him squinting like this before, he was so focused as if he was reading an exam paper, and asked angrily, "Is it so good-looking?"

Gu Jian closed the phone, wiped his mouth carefully, and put the phone in his pocket as if he was still thinking, "I'm going back to my room."

Cheng Xijue squinted his eyes, and the thing of instigating a rival to show his wife a picture of his body can be ranked as the two most disgusting things along with assisting a rival in pursuing his wife.

Based on his understanding of Gu Jian, he is indeed a bit sexually frigid, he doesn't seem to have any physical needs, like a pool of stagnant water, he doesn't respond to anyone's teasing, but he looks at Muro's photo so seriously, Cheng Xijue felt unwilling.

After returning to his room to take a shower, he took off his thin glasses, and the half-unknowable dark blue nightgown showed a well-proportioned and powerful texture, without the restraint of a suit. He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. The blue veins on the chest are clearly raised, and it is sexy without any cover.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, knock on the door.

Gu Jian opened the door, neatly tied the bathrobe with one hand, tilted his head, and lazily wiped his hair with a towel in the other hand, asking him what's the matter with his eyes.

Cheng Xijue sniffed the moist breath on his body, and said grandly: "You take time this week to accompany me home, my mother wants to see you."

"You didn't tell your family that we were divorced?" Gu Jian wiped it casually a few times, with the towel draped over his shoulders, his flushed cheeks were dewy and clean.

Cheng Xijue frowned, "I haven't figured out how to tell her."

Gu Jian nodded, indicating that he understood.

The door was only opened a narrow gap, and Cheng Xijue glanced inside, "You won't let me in?"

Gu Jian pushed open the door gracefully, bent down to pick up the Bafen that he wanted to jump out of, and the loose bathrobe was pulled up with his movements, revealing his delicate and tight thighs, the skin clinging to small drops of water was submerged in the darkness of the fabric inside.

Cheng Xijue was breathing hard, closed the door and walked in, sitting on the sofa in a relaxed posture, "What time do you usually rest?"

Gu Jian pressed Bafen on his raised abdomen with one hand, and easily subdued the puppy, "Sleep when you're sleepy."

Cheng Xijue pressed his elbows on the armrest, tilted his head and half-raised his jaw, "I hired a pregnancy nurse, and she told me that a regular sleep schedule is better for your health."

Gu Jian sat on the edge of the bed with his arms around him, and asked quite coldly, "You didn't come here just to say that, did you?"

Cheng Xijue lowered his head and smiled, "Not really."

After a pause, Cheng Xijue looked up at him, and asked bluntly: "If you don't stick out your tongue for a kiss, then will you give me a kiss?"

Gu Jian lowered his arms and put eight points on the ground, "Didn't you kiss whenever you wanted before, and you need my consent?"

Cheng Xijue got up and walked over, stood still in front of him, picked up the towel on his shoulders and gently wiped his wet black hair, "It's different."

"That's different?" Gu Jian raised his thin eyelids and squinted at him.

Cheng Xijue half-wrapped the back of his head with a towel, and rubbed his silky black hair through the towel, "You were my property before, without your consent."

"Well... I can't accept the image in your heart that time in Qiantang, and Muro added fuel to the fire, so I couldn't control my emotions for a while."

Gu Jian leaned back on his gentle palm, laughing loosely in his throat, "The answer is no."

Cheng Xijue guessed it, wrapped the soft earlobes on both sides with a towel and wiped it gently, looked down at his indifferent and beautiful face at a close distance, his clothes were messy and thin, and his hair was wet in his hands, obviously he should be full of desire/desire, but his appearance Too clean, but there is a kind of ascetic beauty.

Cheng Xijue couldn't help but hoarse his voice, and asked in a low voice: "I'm really curious, how do you usually solve it?"

"I don't need it." Gu Jian casually spit out four words.

Cheng Xijue smelled the rich bath fragrance on his body, recalled that experience, Gu Jian never stood up from the beginning to the end, and touched his thin chin with a little distress, "Are you—"

"I'm not, maybe your skills are too poor." Gu Jian guessed what he was going to say, and lazily interrupted his speculation.

It is impossible for a man to admit this problem, Cheng Xijue laughed, lowered his body and approached him, raised his hand and gently pulled the loose bathrobe tie, and asked in a deceptive tone: "I use my hands, how about letting you try my skills?"

Kindness is difficult.

Gu Jian lay back on his back on the bed, opened his legs carelessly, and raised his jaw slightly, revealing a loose and corrupt energy, "Use your hands to see what's wrong, use your mouth."