After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

On the way back from the Cheng family's house, the car climbed round and round along the winding mountain road, and the car was silent.

Gu Jian leaned his head against the glass window, squinted and yawned again and again, addicted to cigarettes.

He used to smoke very hard, the burning nicotine will bring short-term pleasure, the same goes for alcohol, paralyzing the noisy brain nerves, forgetting everything, the feeling of being sober and degenerate is very good.

Now that I have no money, I am so poor that I can sell myself, save as much as I can, and of course I don’t smoke.

Cheng Xijue stared down at the phone, took out a candy from the pocket of his suit jacket with one hand, and placed it on Gu Jian's lap.

Gu Jian picked it up, wrapped the white candy in transparent plastic paper, said "thank you", unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the next second, the strong mint flavor rushed straight to Tianling Gai, like chewing toothpaste, and it was hot and cold from the eyes to the throat. Gu Jian chewed a few times with no expression on his face.

The chewing gum used by the foreign military is specially prepared for combat troops. One piece is equivalent to the energy of two bottles of coffee. Cheng Xijue occasionally uses it to refresh himself. He slowly checks the email on his phone, "Are you not sleepy now?"

Gu Jian leaned against the back of the chair and laughed, "Well, I'm awake."

Cheng Xijue closed the phone and looked sideways at him, "You performed well today."

"Thank you Mr. Cheng." Gu Jian chewed the candy slowly.

Cheng Xijue scanned the brightly colored tattoo behind his ear, and asked lightly, "What does your tattoo mean?"

Gu Jian touched the back of his ear and said solemnly, "I'm sorry for being human."

"..."

Cheng Xijue sneered after being silent, "I like to use a playful attitude to avoid in-depth communication with people, Gu Jian, you don't have any friends, do you?"

Gu Jian shrugged lazily, swallowed the candy in his mouth, "Yes, I have a lot of friends."

"For example, Meng Chi who gave you medicine?" Cheng Xijue asked lightly.

At the mention of this name, Gu Jian frowned, then slowly let go, and said coldly, "He doesn't count."

Cheng Xijue was in a better mood, leaned closer to his ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry about the hotel incident. I thought you did it on purpose to be so rough. You weren't injured at the time, right?"

Gu Jian turned his head so that the tip of his nose almost touched Cheng Xijue's chin. He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a free and easy way, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Cheng Xijue sniffed the smell of mints in his mouth, which was obviously cool and pleasant, but it made him a little irritable, "I'm not only sorry for this one thing, but that - it's hard to clean up, right?"

"It's okay." Gu Jian's cold and pale face was quiet, and he squinted at Cheng Xijue, "Boss Cheng's family has a big business, so there should be no shortage of safety supplies, right?"

Aren't you afraid that one day a child will suddenly run out and hug his legs and call him daddy?

Cheng Xijue looked at his side face carefully, "I'm not an animal that heats up anywhere, and I usually don't have reserves."

Gu Jian raised the thin corners of his eyes, "But Cheng will always sleep with an unconscious person."

Cheng Xijue chuckled, and whispered in Gu Jian's ear, "It's not as good as the person who met in the last cubicle of the bathroom."

Gu Jian was slightly taken aback, then remembered the invitation message that the gigolo sent him that day, and said in an approving tone: "Mr. Cheng cleans himself up, and chastity is the best gift for a man."

Cheng Xijue sneered in his heart, and asked slowly, "What about you? Which one am I? Huh?"

Gu Jian turned his eyes away, looked at the speeding scenery outside the window, and said in a panic: "I don't remember."

Cheng Xijue didn't speak. After a long time, he took off his glasses and put them in the breast pocket of his suit, with a calm and indifferent attitude, and he said something not very indifferent, "That's right, after all we're done sleeping, you don't even know my name." Know."

The car was quiet, and without waiting for Gu Jian's explanation, Cheng Xijue turned his head. At some point, Gu Jian fell asleep leaning against the glass.

Cheng Xijue stared at him quietly.

He felt that this was caused by a man's vicious possessiveness. Gu Jian was rare and beautiful, and his cold and gloomy appearance was very attractive. What's more, Cheng Xijue had seen Gu Jian's more charming side.

Gu Jian's indifferent face blushed deeply for him, and his wet neck glowed delicately, revealing a painful, sinking, and intoxicated expression, that extreme desire to conquer was like taming a fierce horse , with double stimulation of the body/body and mind.

Cheng Xijue didn't think it was affection, but liking. He and Gu Jian spent a very short time together, and more than half of them were still communicating in bed. This was just naked/naked possessiveness.

The car was parked under the tree at the entrance of the courtyard, and several servants were crawling among the lush flowers, looking for something. Aunt Zhou folded her hands on her abdomen, and loudly directed the servants to drill deeper.

Seeing that Cheng Xijue and Gu Jian had returned, Aunt Zhou stepped forward and said with a smile, "Mr. and Mrs. are back."

Gu Jian rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked into the house without saying a word.

Cheng Xijue asked, "What are you looking for?"

Aunt Zhou hesitated and said, "It's my wife's pet dog. It ran out of my wife's room while we were cleaning, and got into the flowers and refused to come out."

Cheng Xijue doesn't like any furry creatures. He doesn't have any allergic reactions. He simply finds them dirty, dirty, drooling, barking, scratching and biting. They are just as annoying as human cubs.

Gu Jian turned around and walked to the flowers, bent over and knelt down, the little pup sticks up his half-round buttocks, and pushes hard into the soil, "Bafen, come back."

Hearing the master's voice, the puppy turned its head, squeezed out from the flowers, jumped onto Gu Jian's lap, and licked his palm excitedly.

The knees of the high-end suit were covered with dirt. Gu Jian patted the dust with his hands, stood up with the pup in his arms, and walked to the steps with his back leaning against the white plaster Roman doorpost. He lowered his face slightly, raised his eyes straight He looked straight at Cheng Xijue.

It was the first time Cheng Xijue realized what it meant to "beautiful and murderous", but he was a firm-willed person and would not be moved by beauty, so he shook his head.

Gu Jian's eyes were clean and pure, so dark that there was no trace of impurity. Even if he was depraved, he would not give people the feeling of corruption. He called out slowly: "Mr. Cheng."

It was clearly a proper title, but Cheng Xijue had a feeling that Gu Jian seemed to be calling him by another title.

Gu Jian continued, "I need it."

Cheng Xijue glanced at him, strode towards the house, and said when passing by Gu Jian, "Keep it, don't look at me like that in the future."

Aunt Zhou looked at Gu Jian blankly, not understanding what had happened in just a dozen seconds, which made the hard-hearted Cheng Xijue behave unexpectedly.

Gu Jian rubbed Ba Fen's head, but couldn't figure out what Cheng Xijue meant.

That's how he always looked at people.

The weekend was wonderful. The next morning, Gu Jian went down the stairs. There was a carefully cooked breakfast on the huge dining table, and the coffee pot was gurgling. Man, he's never late.

After Gu Jian had breakfast, the driver waited outside the yard for a long time, and the gray-black Aston Martin opened the door to Gu Jian.

Cheng Xijue arranged for a driver to take Gu Jian to get off work. To keep a low profile, he picked the cheapest car in the garage.

As soon as he entered the office, Gu Jian found that Gravity Company was very lively today. Usually, the recording studio was deserted. There were only him and Tang Ge, and even flies didn't want to fly in.

Inside sat a few well-dressed female colleagues. Usually they never put on makeup, only Jiang Lie would dress up when he came. Today Gu Jian enjoyed the same treatment as Jiang Lie.

Gu Jian was accustomed to being treated differently by others, opened his phone and added WeChat one by one, looking like a seasoned scum, but it was hard to hate.

One of the female colleagues was very happy. Before leaving, she quietly broke the news to Gu Jian. Gravity's business is bleak, the stock price has smashed its market, and it will soon be acquired by an investment company. When the time comes, there will be large-scale layoffs. To be brutally kicked out, many people in the company began to find another home.

Gu Jian didn't care, his dream was not to go to work.

Tang Ge turned pale, and frantically opened the music editing software on the computer, "It's over, it's over, I'm about to lose my job!"

Gu Jian pressed his elbow against the enclosure of the workstation, watched the software's undulating sound waves for a few seconds, and sincerely suggested: "You start writing your resume."

"You are so cruel." Tang Ge covered his face with his hands, and howled miserably, "The next time you see me, you will be in the bridge opening of the overpass and fight a homeless man for a soda can."

Gu Jian laughed, "You don't save money?"

Tang Ge looked at him through his fingers, and asked sincerely, "Boss, do you save money?"

Gu Jian put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "If you want to keep your job, you might as well think about how to keep the most famous clients in Gravity."

"Jiang Lie?"

Tang Ge suddenly became serious, moved the mouse, and a cartoon image of Avalokitesvara popped up, and he could make a wish and offer incense by pressing Enter, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva blesses my upper body, God B, with wonderful hands, so that I can keep my job."

Gu Jian picked up a piece of paper, picked up a pen and leaned over to write quickly on the table.

Tang Ge praised: "Your handwriting is so beautiful, what kind of style is this?"

"Three-body."

Gu Jian's family is said to be from a scholarly family. His mother is a teacher in a key high school, and his stepfather is a university professor. His family education is strict and meticulous, and there are rules in everything from food, clothing, housing, and transportation to fonts.

Now the rules have long been forgotten, but the details engraved in the bones cannot be peeled off.

Tang Ge looked curiously, "What are you writing?"

"Your resume." Gu Jian didn't even look up.

Tang Ge groaned a few times, clutching the hem of Gu Jian's clothes in a dying struggle, "I'll go to Station D and send a text message to God B, begging him to come out and make a song, what do you think?"

Gu Jian rolled her eyes and cared for her.

"I'll just write my resume."

Tang Ge fell headlong on the keyboard. Gravity Company tried to send text messages to God B’s account a long time ago. Jiang Lie tried it himself, but nothing came to fruition. Station D revealed to them that Bane’s account has not been logged in for many years. pass.