After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The snow from the night before had piled up into snowmen in the courtyard, red lanterns with gold and phoenix paintings were hung on the porch, and the warm glass windows in the house were covered with a layer of thick fog, revealing a faint golden light that was comfortable and warm.

The meatballs and egg dumplings on the dining table just came out of the steamer, smelling the aroma, biting on the pacifier, making chirping noises, and the crystal saliva smeared, lying on the nanny's arms and raised his round head, eyes staring He stared intently at the dishes on the table that had nothing to do with him.

As soon as Gu Jian and Cheng Xijue entered the door, Jiang Peiqing picked up Ding Ding and handed it over like a treasure, smiling brightly, "Come and listen, Ding Ding can talk!"

Cheng Xijue pinched Gu Jian's collar, took off his down jacket and handed it to Aunt Zhou, strode over to pull out Ding Ding's pacifier, and said seriously, "Say something to Dad."

Gu Jian folded his arms and watched helplessly, really wanting to remind Cheng Xijue of common sense that a two-month-old milk baby can't speak.

Ding Ding's black and round eyes were wide open, and he grinned his wet mouth, "Eee...eep..."

Cheng Xijue took out a wet tissue and wiped the drool on his face, "No, call me Dad."

Jiang Peiqing looked at Gu Jian with a smile, and asked nervously, "Why are Xiao Gu's eyes so red and why are you crying?"

Gu Jian squinted at Cheng Xijue, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to tease Ding Ding, "It's nothing."

The old man was keenly aware of the problem, and said with a serious face, "Did Xijue bully you when you went out to play?"

Jiang Lie was coming out of the kitchen with the dishes in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking at Cheng Xijue questioningly.

Cheng Xijue replied with a normal expression: "I got a little injury while skiing."

It can't be said to be crying.

Jiang Peiqing stuffed Ding Ding into his arms, and patted him reproachfully, "Be careful next time."

"It's fine, I'm waiting for you, come over for the New Year's Eve dinner." The old man waved kindly.

Cheng Xijue pulled the soft cloud pillow in Ding Ding's cradle and put it on the chair. Gu Jian sat down knowingly. When a certain overworked part touched the chair, he felt a dull pain, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Jiang Lie put the dishes away one by one, stared at Gu Jian's face, and asked displeasedly, "You didn't go to the doctor? Gu Jian doesn't look well."

Gu Jian was as calm and indifferent as the snow on the pine branches, picked up the water on the table and swallowed, and touched Cheng Xijue with his open knee under the table, beckoning him to answer this question.

Cheng Xijue glanced at Jiang Lie, and said kindly: "I've seen it, you eat quietly."

Jiang Peiqing looked at Gu Jian's hand meaningfully, but didn't see the shiny things on his fingers, his face showed obvious disappointment, and he looked at Cheng Xijue with hatred, "Xijue..."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Cheng Xijue scooped up a bowl of glutinous rice balls and placed them in front of Gu Jian, asking nonchalantly.

Jiang Peiqing gave him a hard look, but asked with a smile: "Winter is very suitable for going to the beach for vacation. Do you two like Fiji or Mauritius?"

Cheng Xijue put his arms around Ding Ding, who was spitting bubbles, and refused with reason: "Ding Ding is too young to take a plane."

Jiang Peiqing was defeated, and turned to attack, "I went to the fashion show a few days ago, this year's men's suits are really beautiful, I ordered two suits according to the size of you and Xiao Gu, it is a bit grand for normal wear, suitable for important occasions. "

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Your Guan Bo's hotel has just opened recently, and the lobby is as repaired as the Palace of Versailles. The people who come to make an appointment for marriage have been waiting for three years."

The couple work together perfectly.

Cheng Xijue leaned against his wife and held the child in his arms, not in a hurry at all. I'm at a social dinner and it's just what we're wearing, yes - good luck to Gwanbow."

"You still remember Walter? The queen photographer of "Vogue", he is excellent at taking pictures of men. He just has a schedule recently." Jiang Peiqing made another move.

Not to be outdone, the old man said, "I really like that celebrity on TV. He is very humorous. It would be interesting to invite him to preside over the ceremony."

"Oh? Then please invite Walter to take pictures of Ding Ding's [-] days. We Ding Ding are also men." Cheng Xijue touched Ding Ding's smooth face and responded with a smile, "Okay, I'll get in touch right away. Invite him to preside over your wedding anniversary."

The couple looked at each other, suddenly speechless.

Gu Jian ate the food slowly, listening to them tugging at each other with interest.

Jiang Lie, who was a bystander, couldn't listen anymore. He wasn't like the couple. He was worried that Gu Jian would run away. Rumors about Gu Jian and Cheng Xijue were flying all over the world. It's been two months. Prosperous Wedding, I'm sorry for Gu Jian's devotion to this family, he asked bluntly: "Which band do you invite for your wedding? Do you want me to introduce you?"

The couple immediately cast appreciative glances, Jiang Lie - a reliable teammate at critical moments.

Cheng Xijue stretched out his arms, and wrapped his arms around Gu Jian's shoulders loosely, "Forget about the band, I like symphony orchestras, so I don't need to bother you."

Speaking of this, it would be impolite to urge you any further.

Gu Jian couldn't help laughing in his heart, he didn't care if he got married or not, but it was strange that Cheng Xijue asked him repeatedly during pregnancy if he wanted to remarry, but now he would never mention it again.

It seemed that he was completely determined.

This year, when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the verdict of the turmoil of Song Liang's case has been pronounced. Before his hair turned gray, he could not get out of it. In the first half of his life, he manipulated people's hearts with ease. , the sewing machine in the prison was the only thing he could control.

After solving the confidant's serious troubles, the matter of urging the marriage at Cheng's family was in full swing.

In March, Jiang Peiqing said that the cherry blossoms in the small town of Bonn were beautiful, and that Gu Jian and Cheng Xijue must be delightful to walk on the path full of cherry blossoms.

In April, the old man’s royal feng shui master came to visit and told Cheng Xijue that one day would be a once-in-a-century wedding day. On this day, the marriage guarantees a lifetime of harmony and beauty. If you miss this day, you will have to wait for 100 years.

During the Dragon Boat Festival in May, the family went out on a yacht to enjoy the sea breeze, and Cheng Xijue had an extra stack of fashion wedding magazines on his desk.

In June, it was even more blatant. The couple asked Cheng Xijue to watch a drama about a man who refused to propose marriage, but in the end his partner ran away with someone.

Cheng Xijue remained indifferent.

It wasn't until the six-month-old Ding Ding grew his first deciduous tooth that he could sit up and hold his foot for a bite, and would shout "Bobo" when he was happy with milk.

Cheng Xijue leaned back in the chair, crossed her slender and powerful legs under her suit trousers, and stared straight at Gu Jian, "Do you still remember the promise of my honeymoon?"

Just as Gu Jian came out of the gym, he wiped the sweat from his temples with a towel and sat on his lap, "Huh? Is there such a thing?"

Cheng Xijue hooked his waist, pinched his chin and shook it, "Don't pretend to have a bad memory."

"Ok."

Gu Jian nodded and said lazily, "Can you bring Ding Ding?"

"Who's taking the baby on honeymoon?" Cheng Xijue pulled the towel and rolled it around his sweaty hair, "It's only a month, you promised, you can't break your promise."

Gu Jian bowed down, resting his chin pitifully on his shoulder, "Where is it? Can it not be too far away?"

Cheng Xijue couldn't help but kiss the tip of his nose, "You lived in a private house in the urban area for a few days when you got divorced."

"Oh? Your whore/nest." Gu Jian sat up and said indifferently.

Cheng Xijue laughed, put down the towel, held his face in both hands, and looked at him endlessly, "Apart from me, you are the only one who has been there, how can you be considered a prostitute?"

Gu Jian looked down at him and hummed softly, "I'm not talking about the past."

"Hmm... It's definitely going to be my prostitution/den." Cheng Xijue consciously recognized the word.

The private houses in the urban area are elegant and beautiful, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the turbulent river view. In the morning, you can witness the rising sun, and in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyes half of the living room red, which is as beautiful as a medieval oil painting.

When Cheng Xijue pushed open the door, Gu Jian's loose smile froze on the corners of his lips. There were no marriage proposal balloons, candles, fragrant flowers, or sweet cakes as imagined.

The furniture in the room is only a bed and a sofa, and there is nothing else.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly covered by concrete walls, and the surrounding walls were painted a dull gray color. There was a white light above his head, which was exactly the same as his WeChat avatar, a scene he was all too familiar with.

Gu Jian stepped back subconsciously, wrapping his hands tightly around him from behind, warm and strong embraces everywhere, Cheng Xijue leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you this time."

"This is the honeymoon you planned to spend with me for so long?" Gu Jian turned his face away, squinting his eyes and asked coldly.

Cheng Xijue turned his face and kissed his lips flatteringly, with a deep and hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I can't go back to the past and take you out of that house. The only thing I can do is to accompany you to experience it again. When you are afraid of music, I will be with you in that house, and you are no longer alone."

Gu Jian stared at his face for a few seconds, and his voice couldn't help lowering his voice a few degrees, both anticipating and a little overwhelmed, "Will it work?"

"Trust me." Cheng Xijue closed the door with his arms behind his back, and kisses fell on his cheeks and lips without interruption, "You should not just be my wife, you should also be Bane."

Gu Jian's tense body suddenly relaxed, turned around and wrapped his arms around his neck, his cheeks were deeply buried in the nest of his neck, breathing in small mouthfuls of relaxation, as if a lost and tired bird had found its hometown.

"Don't worry about being bored, we can do a lot of things in a month." Cheng Xijue patted his trembling back lightly.

Gu Jian stared straight down, and asked in an unpleasant way, "Are you going for surgery?"

Cheng Xijue lifted his chin and moved his eyes away from a certain part, "There is a box in the bedroom."

"...Is the door open?" Gu Jian asked quite seriously.

Cheng Xijue pretended to think for a few seconds, and said with the same serious expression: "It's open when the food is delivered, but can you run away?"

Gu Jian let go of his arms, lay down on the sofa, looked up at the gleaming white lamp, his calf dangling loosely on the armrest of the sofa, as if he could be bullied no matter what.

Cheng Xijue bowed down, put his palms on both sides of his cheeks, leaned into his ear and whispered, "After leaving this door, you should consider whether you want to marry me."

"Isn't this too fast?" Gu Jian raised his eyebrows and asked.

Cheng Xijue lowered his eyes with a deep smile, "Do you think I'm sure of you?"

Gu Jian glanced at him, and admitted frankly, "I don't think so, that's how it is."

Cheng Xijue kissed his soft lips eagerly, breathed warmly into his ears, and said calmly: "You are the one who has decided on me. I have been dreaming of marrying you for the past few months, but I can't take advantage of it." When you just gave birth, you proposed to you when you needed the most care and company. This is taking advantage of others’ danger, isn’t it the same as the first time we met? Our second marriage, you are voluntary and sober, except for loving me Other than that, don't have any reason."

After a pause, he bit his earlobe and asked in a low voice, "So, do you want to consider marrying me?"

Gu Jian let out an "um" in his voice, and said slowly, "Okay, I'll be your wife."

A slender crescent moon climbed into the sky, and countless bright lights appeared in the bright city, but their windows were dim, like a silent morning star.

But it is the brightest one in the boundless universe.