After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Before leaving get off work, Gu Jian answered the phone. A friend he hadn't seen for a long time had returned to his country. He invited him to have a drink near the company.

Cheng Xijue said that he had no friends, and he was half right. Gu Jian stopped contacting his friends when he was young a long time ago. Those friends of his are in the upper class, and they are not in the same circle as him, so they have nothing to say when they sit together .

Yan Qingying was an exception, he was young, promising and witty, he never encouraged Gu Jian to stand up and start a new life, and said those extremely hypocritical nonsense, so he became Gu Jian's rare friend.

The driver took Gu Jian to the door, and waited outside steadfastly to take him home.

The lights were dim, and someone was singing with a guitar on the stage. When Gu Jian walked in, Yan Qingying sat on the corner sofa and waved to him with his arms outstretched.

Yan Qingying's demeanor is dignified, handsome and upright, unlike Cheng Xijue, who was born as a celebrity in the business world, he has a relaxed temperament of an artist. Seeing Gu Jian approaching, he stood up and opened his arms, "Gu Jian, long time no see!"

Gu Jian leaned back on the sofa, picked up the cigarettes and lighters on the coffee table, lit one familiarly, raised his face and puffed, "It's only been half a year?"

Yan Qingying pulled out the chair and sat opposite him, carefully scrutinized his face, "Seven months, you have changed a lot."

Gu Jian stretched her long straight legs on the coffee table, and narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Okay, who filed a complaint against you?"

"The doctor in the psychological consultation room said that you haven't been there for a long time. They couldn't contact you and couldn't confirm your personal safety, so they called me." Yan Qingying slowly looked away.

Gu Jian raised his face, most of his face was submerged in the shadow of the light, Yan Qingying could only see the clear ups and downs of his snow-white Adam's apple, and the curl of smoke flowing down his black hair, a bit sleepy and beautiful.

He said without emotion: "I don't like that kind of place, it's too quiet inside."

Yan Qingying lowered her body and leaned forward, closing the distance between the two of them, "Okay, are you feeling better recently?"

"If you're asking about life, I'm married." Gu Jian casually threw out the big news.

Yan Qingying asked in surprise: "When? With whom?"

Gu Jian tilted his head, one corner of his mouth curled up, "I signed a non-disclosure agreement, and I can't reveal his name. It's just a marriage agreement, and I can get a divorce in three months."

Yan Qingying heaved a long sigh of relief, picked up the wine on the table and took a sip to suppress her shock, "What do you think? Marriage is such a big life event that messes up."

"Gu Renyu gave me a sum of money." Gu reached into his trousers pocket, took out a bank card and put it on the table casually, "The password is six zeros, please help me anonymously donate to Teacher Yu's shelter."

Yan Qingying frowned, "You sold yourself just for this money?"

Gu Jian tilted his face out of the darkness, his expression was calm and indifferent, "Yeah, I'm quite valuable, 300 million."

In Yan Qingying's impression, Gu Jian had no idea about money. In the era when students couldn't afford 100 yuan in their pockets, the songs he wrote casually were sold at sky-high prices by companies, and money, wealth, dreams and opportunities were all at their fingertips.

After a while of silence, he changed the subject and asked softly, "What kind of person is your partner?"

Gu Jianxiu held a cigarette between his narrow and long fingers, stood up and dusted off the ash, "He's pretty handsome."

"Have you considered, what if he likes you and refuses to divorce you?" Yan Qingying judged based on experience. He and Gu Jian have known each other for more than ten years, and he has seen many idiots complaining about Gu Jian.

Gu Jian raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "You are worrying too much, he can't avoid people like me."

Yan Qingying frowned, twisted the cigarette in his hand, folded it in half and threw it into the ashtray, and asked in a serious tone, "Gu Jian, what kind of person are you?"

Gu Jian leaned back on the velvet sofa, raised his head to look at the rotating lights above his head, the dark blue light flowed across his cheeks, as if he had fallen into the abyss of the sea, waiting to drown in boundless despair.

"I'm the one who has no tomorrow."

Frey Investment has many branches around the world, with different time differences. Cheng Xijue often holds online meetings at night. The military mints he gave Gu Jian that day were what he usually used to stimulate his sleepy nerves.

It was very late at night, Cheng Xijue finished the last meeting, and there were only a few hours left before the morning. Instead of going to sleep, it was better to change into casual clothes and go for a morning run in the nearby forest.

His lifestyle is unusually self-disciplined and restrained. There is never any dessert or drink in the kitchen at home, and three meals a day are cooked by a hired nutritionist. The cold and exquisite meals often make Gu Jian lose his appetite.

When Cheng Xijue passed the door of Gu Jian's room, he paused for a few seconds. It was pitch black under the door, and in the silence, he could hear the snoring of the dog behind the door.

Gu Jian hadn't come home yet, Ba Fen was sleeping at the door waiting for him.

Cheng Xijue glanced at his watch with a stern expression, staring at the closed door, suddenly tugged on the zipper of his sweatshirt, turned his head and stepped down the stairs without a sound.

The sky was gray and the villa in the mountains was like sitting in clouds and mist. Cheng Xijue came home after a morning jog. The spacious living room was dimly lit and very quiet. There was an extra figure on the sofa.

Gu Jian curled up facing the back of the sofa, the butterfly bones on his back clearly stood out under the thin clothes, his flesh and bones were fine and even, the only place on his body with the most flesh was on his buttocks, the loose gray slacks that he would wear this time were all Two solid arcs can be seen.

I don't know when he came back, he didn't even bother to kick his sneakers, he fell down on the sofa without any image, sleeping and breathing evenly.

When Cheng Xijue approached him, Gu Jian's face was smothered in the corner of the sofa, covering his head with fine beads of sweat. A few strands of half-length black hair curled under the white and greasy pinnae, making his neck look very white, so white that he could see the dormant pale hair. Cyan veins.

He was sleeping peacefully and well-behaved, Cheng Xijue looked down at him for a while, and said in a low voice, "Get up, go to bed and sleep."

Gu Jian groaned and turned over uncomfortably, followed by a strong smell of alcohol mixed with smoke, Cheng Xijue pressed his fingers under his nose, and frowned.

Drinking alcohol with unknown friends in a dating spot, smoking recklessly, it seems that Gu Jian had a ridiculous night last night.

Cheng Xijue reached out and patted his cheek, "Wake up."

Gu Jian's soft and curved eyelashes trembled, his eyes seemed to be opened, "I have a headache, don't bother me."

His voice was very different from his usual quiet and clear tone, a bit sticky and drunk, sexy and lazy, with a picky ending, like an angry coquettish between lovers.

Cheng Xi felt inexplicably benefited, and patted Gu Jian's cheek lightly. Gu Jian reluctantly turned his face away, stretched out his long legs that had nowhere to rest, and draped them casually on the armrest of the sofa.

The loose trouser legs were rolled up by this posture, revealing a clean and thin ankle. Gu Jian was uncomfortable nestling on the sofa, and his brows were slightly frowned in Mengmeng.

Cheng Xijue was in a good mood, grabbed Gu Jian's cold ankles with both hands, and pulled him down with all his strength, so that Gu Jian could stretch out his body and sleep more comfortably.

The familiar movements evoke the beautiful memories of that night. Cheng Xijue's throat was dry, and he could feel the warm and greasy skin with his fingertips, and then the smooth calf, which was opened at the moment defenselessly.

Cheng Xijue's life is ascetic and restrained, and he doesn't think he is a person with heavy desires, but his uncontrollable thinking associates Gu Jian's calf tense and trembling.

Perhaps, if Gu Jian needed it, he wouldn't mind fulfilling his marital responsibilities.

Without knowing it, Gu Jian buried his cheeks in his bent arms, and muttered softly: "I'm done drinking, you can play by yourself."

It turned out that he hadn't fully sobered up yet and thought Cheng Xijue was someone else.

Cheng Xijue's fingers paused, his expression was cold, and he took a deep breath of decadence in the air.

Then he went to the kitchen, took a glass of ice water, and poured it on Gu Jian's pretty face.

"Well--"

Gu Jian let out a muffled snort, lifted his sleepy eyelids, his eyes were like muddy pool water that settled until they were clear and translucent, he wiped the water on his face with his sleeve, and squinted at Cheng Xijue, "Boss Cheng woke up really early. "

Cheng Xijue put down the water glass and looked at him fixedly, "Gu Jian, as my legal partner, I hope you will abide by the contract during the contract."

Gu Jian yawned long, adjusted a comfortable posture and lay down, "Did I violate that contract?"

Cheng Xijue took a step back and said coldly, "You smell like you were fished out of the restroom of a bar."

Pausing for a second, he measured Gu Jian up and down, "Well, it smells like the last cubicle in the bathroom."

Gu Jian raised his eyes sideways to look at him, and asked calmly, "Mr. Cheng can't forget it. Could it be that he wants to fight with me in the last cubicle?"

It's blatantly vulgar, extremely ugly, even more hooligan than the hooligans on the street.

Cheng Xijue sneered, "You are shameless, but I want shame."

Gu Jian's expression turned cold, and he stared straight at Cheng Xijue. His eyes were clear and clear, so dark that there was no trace of impurity in them. Even though he said the obscene words just now, they still gave people the feeling of being pure and clean.

Cheng Xijue suddenly felt that his words were too extreme.

He was still thinking about how to save him. Gu Jian closed his eyes and lay down in a more relaxed posture. His long legs were stretched wantonly on the armrest of the sofa, and he looked lazy, "Our contract doesn't restrict personal freedom, does it?"

Cheng Xijue's eyes paused on his ankle for a few seconds, "You are my wife now, if you are photographed indecently, it will affect my deal with the Gu family, you should be clear about your position."

The noble son of a wealthy mansion speaks well, but his words are thorny. To put it bluntly, you, Gu Jian, are the bargaining chips given to him by Gu Renyu. The only purpose is to increase the stakes on the commercial gambling table. Don't treat yourself as a "wife".

People need to recognize their own position and identity, be obedient and sensible, and keep their own place is a good bargaining chip.

This was much worse than the obscene words Gu Jian said. Normal people would run away in shame on the spot, but Gu Jian was quite indifferent, raised his eyelids to glance at him, and said "um" indifferently.

Cheng Xijue picked a clean towel and threw it on Gu Jian's drenched face, "Tomorrow, Gu Renyu's family will invite us to a reunion dinner, you prepare it."

Gu Jian tilted his head to wipe off the water dripping into his collar, and nodded perfunctorily.