The Wife Wants A Divorce Every day

Jiang Wanwan trembled suddenly, and subconsciously raised her head to look at Xi Heming. Xi Heming looked back at him with a warm smile on her face, looking at her stupidly, raising her hand and rubbing her head again. Two times: "Let's go."

Jiang Wanwan was rubbed her head during the meeting and still didn't react, but she was touched and killed again under such a dim lantern. No matter how slow she was, she noticed something wrong. Xi Heming's movements were a bit too intimate.

Seeing the puzzled expression on Jiang Wanwan's face, Xi Heming smiled faintly, and reached out and grabbed her wrist: "It's dark here, I'm holding you."

The night in the garden was quiet, with only the footsteps of a group of people. Xi Heming held a lantern in one hand and Jiang Wanwan's wrist lightly, enjoying a rare quiet time. Entering through the side door of the garden, within a few minutes walk, I saw an antique two-story small building. At this time, several bright lanterns were hung at the door of the small building. The windows on the second floor were also open, and the lights were bright inside.

The "maid" who had been leading the way turned around, took the lantern in Xi Heming's hand with a smile on his face, and made a please gesture: "Two distinguished guests, Changchun Garden is here."

With some regret, Xi Heming loosened Jiang Wanwan's wrist. He felt that the road was a little too short. It seemed that he hadn't enjoyed the quiet time, so he arrived at the place. But thinking of the dinner time alone for a while, Xi Heming cheered up again and brought Jiang Wanwan to the second floor.

This shop was opened by an authentic royal chef. In addition to the inheritance of recipes, the craftsmanship has been taught from generation to generation. Although most dishes cannot be taught due to conditions in special periods, the cooking skills and secret recipes But it hasn't been lost, so this dish is not only very famous in the province, there are also many sophisticated gluttons who travel thousands of miles to taste it.

The palace cuisine is not only about taste, but also about the atmosphere. Therefore, the Fan family did not hesitate to rent this house with a large garden. It only repaired it and did not change much. In addition to the original furniture of the ancient house, it also received a lot of furniture. The antique furniture and furnishings are also antiques, creating the ultimate atmosphere.

Some diners like the service staff to wait on the side while eating, while others like a quieter atmosphere. Xi Heming came to eat here because he liked the Jing. He called in advance to order the meal. After the two washed their hands, they took a seat, and the cold dishes were put on the table. Just after they tasted it, the hot dishes were also served.

Two people don’t have to eat too many dishes. Four dishes of cold dishes, four hot dishes, one taste soup, and four dim sums are all the dishes tonight.

Jiang Wanwan didn't eat much at noon, and she was really hungry now. Looking at a table full of delicious dishes, she didn't know which one to eat first. Xi Heming picked up the small bowl and served Jiang Wanwan a bowl of Longjing Bamboo Sun Soup. The deliciousness of Bamboo Sun was blended with the deliciousness of Longjing. After only a few sips, he lifted his appetite.

Jiang Wanwan is a northerner, and the palace cuisine is mainly based on northern flavors, coupled with the exquisite materials of the palace dishes, the soup is thick and delicious, and every bite makes Jiang Wanwan amazing.

Xi Heming didn't eat this kind of strong soup in the past, and occasionally came here to eat some refreshing appetizers, but after living with Jiang Wanwan, his taste has been taken away by Jiang Wanwan, and now he also likes this taste.

In the early autumn evening, the cool breeze blew slightly on the wooden window lattices. In the house, Xi Heming and Jiang Wanwan sat opposite each other, savoring the delicacies that spanned hundreds of years. Jiang Wanwan tasted the same thing. Every time he tasted something, his eyes brightened with surprise, which made Xi Heming particularly sense of accomplishment. He wanted to rent this place and bring Jiang Wanwan to eat every day.

A meal is to slow down and savor carefully. After half an hour is full, the waiter cleans up the table, puts a tea set on the tea table by the window, and then quietly retreats. Jiang Wanwan leaned back in the chair lazily, put her hands on her stomach and sighed contentedly: "It's delicious, but if you eat too much, you may grow meat."

Xi Heming made water and tea elegantly, with a faint smile in his eyes: "You are not young and have a good metabolism. You can't get fat no matter how you eat!"

"That's true!" Jiang Wanwan sat up vigorously again, took a sip of the tea offered by Xi Heming, and raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "This tea is also delicious."

Xi Heming smiled and shook his head: "You are like a child. Everything is good from other people's homes. Didn't you drink the two pots of tea I gave you the other morning? That is better than this."

Jiang Wanwan's cheeks were a little red, and she said embarrassedly, "I drank it, but you also know that I get busy and taste tea. Whether it is tea, coffee or white water, it is the same in my eyes at that time. Come to quench your thirst. Only in this environment can you taste tea in a leisurely and leisurely environment."

Xi Heming smiled deeper: "If you like it, we can come to drink tea often in the future."

An ambiguous atmosphere spread between the two again. Jiang Wanwan looked down at the clear-colored tea in the teacup, and Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan under the light with the teacup, and the more he looked, the more lovely he became. Maybe she likes someone like this, even if she is in a daze, she will find it very attractive; if she doesn't like it, even a vivid beauty will feel disgusted if she scratches her head.

Jiang Wanwan drank a few sips of tea, and Xi Heming gave her some more. The level of diligence was comparable to that of Haidilao's service brother, for fear that her teacup would be empty. Jiang Wanwan was very full at first, and if he drank a cup or two of tea, it would go to the greasy level, but if he drank too much, he would be more supportive.

Time passed by. When Xi Heming gave Jiang Wanwan the eighth refill of tea, Jiang Wanwan finally couldn't hold it. She stretched out her hand to cover the mouth of the teacup and begged earnestly: "Brother, can we stop drinking? I'm going to throw up when I drink it."

Jiang Wanwan felt that she hadn't drunk like this when she was socializing, so she drank tea.

Xi Heming regretfully put down the teapot and glanced at his watch. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and it was indeed time to go home.

Coming down from the upper floor, the two of them realized that they didn't know when it rained outside. Although it was not big, the pattering and pattering made the autumn night a little bit cooler.

Jiang Wanwan drank too much tea. Hearing the sound of rain falling on the blue stone bricks, he couldn't help but head to the bathroom first. Xi Heming took the opportunity to whisper to the waiter. When Jiang Wanwan came out of the bathroom, he saw Xi Heming holding it. An umbrella was waiting for her.

Jiang Wanwan glanced at the small umbrella hesitantly, then turned to ask the waiter: "Are there any umbrellas? Please lend me one."

The waiter smiled with a standard smile, but shook his head very firmly: "Sorry lady, there are more guests today. I have borrowed all the umbrellas, and now only this one is left."

Jiang Wanwan showed a suspicious look: "You high-end private restaurants don't make such low-level mistakes, right? Besides, your private rooms are very far apart, and guests who eat in other rooms will not come to pick up this building. Umbrella, right?"

The waiter's smile almost couldn't be stretched, and he didn't even dare to lift his head. They really didn't lack umbrellas. This building can accommodate up to ten guests, and the umbrellas they prepare for guests are full of twenty. In addition, each service staff also has a corresponding umbrella. After all, they are court food here. They are particular about fan. There are maids lined up in two rows and carrying lanterns to lead the way in rainy days. Holding an oiled paper umbrella is also a special scenery.

But just now Xi Heming specifically ordered that he could only take an umbrella out. The waiter really couldn't refuse the diamond card customer, so he could only stand next to him and pretend to be stupid.

Xi Heming quickly picked up a glass lantern and stuffed it into Jiang Wanwan's hand, opened the umbrella with the other hand and waved to Jiang Wanwan: "Come on, the rain is not heavy, we can just hold an umbrella."

Jiang Wanwan glanced at the gloomy sky outside, and without hesitation, strode under the umbrella held up by Xi Heming.

The oil-paper umbrella is not particularly big. The two stood side by side with a little exposed. Xi Heming moved the umbrella towards Jiang Wanwan, leaving half of his body exposed.

After walking a few steps side by side, Jiang Wanwan saw thin needle-like rain on Xi Heming's face and shoulders through the light. Soon the color of his shirt darkened and it seemed to have been wet by the rain.

Jiang Wanwan hesitated, leaned against Xi Heming, stretched out her hand and moved the umbrella towards him. Xi Heming looked down at her with a warm smile in his eyes: "It's okay, as long as you don't get wet, the temperature is low at night and the rain is cool. If you get caught in the rain, I'm afraid you will get sick."

Jiang Wanwan couldn't bear it even more when she heard that, she leaned against Xi Heming again, almost her whole body was attached to him, and the umbrella was upright again. This time the oil paper umbrella finally covered both of them. It’s just that the two of you can stand here without getting wet, but walking is a little troublesome. Jiang Wanwan bit her lip. When she was wondering what to do, a big hand suddenly put her on her shoulder and moved her towards I took a belt in my arms.

Jiang Wanwan raised her head to look at Xi Heming in a little astonishment, and saw that Xi Heming looked forward indifferently, as if she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her actions.

Perceiving Jiang Wanwan's gaze, Xi Heming lowered his head and glanced at her, his expression looked innocent: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, let's go." Jiang Wanwan felt a little fussy. When the two of them were holding an umbrella, Xi Heming did better walk with his shoulders, but the two of them were so close, her arms were a little bit different. Got in the way.

Xi Heming looked at her tangled expression with a smile flashing in her eyes, and reminded helplessly: "You can put your arms around my waist."

Jiang Wanwan hesitated, a little afraid to do it, Xi Heming saw that he just took Jiang Wanwan's hand around his waist, and then put his arms around her shoulders again, and the two took small steps and carefully stepped on the blue slate and walked outside. Go.

The waiters in Changchun Pavilion watched the two leave until they couldn't see their backs clearly. They sighed: "This dog food is sprinkled unscrupulously, and it's sweet!"

The road from the gate to Changchun Pavilion is not too long, but because of the slippery dark road, the two walked for more than ten minutes. Jiang Wanwan's height of 1.7 meters is considered tall among girls, but nestling in Xi Heming's arms actually feels like a little bird.

When the two left Changchun Pavilion, the "butler" at the door was notified and promptly drove Xi Heming's luxury car to the door. As soon as the two came out, the butlers on both sides stepped forward and opened the door.

Xi Heming kept escorting Jiang Wanwan to sit in the car and carefully closed the car door. He turned around and said to the butler standing on the side: "I have taken this oil paper umbrella."

The butler immediately smiled and said, "Mr Xi is polite. You can take it with you as you like. If it is not enough, I will get you a few more."

"No, this one is enough." Xi Heming looked at the figure of the woman in the car window with a faint smile: "It has a special meaning."

Jiang Wanwan has not had a good rest recently, and ate more tonight, and fell asleep shortly after getting in the car. Xi Heming parked the car to the side of the road, took a blanket from the back seat and put it on Jiang Wanwan's body, and then drove towards the house.

It rained at night, and there were not many cars on the road. After half an hour, Xi Heming drove the car into his garage, and only gently woken Jiang Wanwan after he parked the car.

Jiang Wanwan rubbed her sleepy eyes, only to realize that she was covered with a warm blanket. Xi Heming looked at her in a daze, and smiled slightly: "I said that you will slowly adapt to my thoughtfulness."

Jiang Wanwan's fascinated and staring mind was a little confused. Before he woke up, there were a few applause from one side, and then the unshaven Si Xiaoyang walked out from behind the pillar, with red eyes in his eyes. It's full of hatred.

"What a loving couple!"