After Sister He got home, she took off the expensive accessories she was wearing.
She smiled brightly, just like a mouse who stole oil to eat, she stared at He Songbai happily, and after watching for a long time, He Songbai who was working couldn't help but stop working.
"What's wrong?" He Songbai asked.
Sister He gestured, narrowed her eyes and said, "I've seen it, that girl is very gentle."
"very good."
"Go and take her home."
He Songbai couldn't deny that the partner had just divorced, and he had not finished the follow-up finishing work. Provoking her now would still bring pressure on her from public opinion.
He had spent three years alone, cautiously, almost stalker, not trying to slander others. Society has always been too lenient towards men and too strict towards women. He congratulates Songbai's woman, not even a little dirty water. He himself is despicable and shameless, but she is bright and clean.
She is worthy of her heart, worthy of her relatives, and she does not discredit her former military sister-in-law.
Sister He looked at her younger brother who was serious and upright but duplicitous, and couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Others don't know, I don't know? That shop, it's yours."
After three years of study, Mrs. He has been able to enter the "Xiangbai" as a financial accountant. She was originally taught by her grandmother. When her younger brother was in prison for more than ten years, the old grandmother taught her her whole life in order to divert her attention. Her hope was glowing, and she was looking forward to having a thought and a sustenance in her heart.
He Songye can't speak, so his personality is more calm and he handles things more securely. In the early days of "Xiangbai", the accounts were handed over to her to settle, which was very easy.
Now that the company is getting bigger and bigger, Mrs. He can no longer complete the accounting alone. She has become the supervisor who checks the accounts every day. It was not surprising that she knew that the prosperous shop outside the city was originally a "cedar" industry.
He Songbai begged the eldest sister, "Don't disturb her."
This can't be done, Sister He said silently in her heart, but the teasing smile on her face deepened.
For such a weak and thin girl, her brother doesn't feel bad for him, but she can feel bad for him.
After the eldest sister's kind reminder, He Songbai found the property certificate on the same day, locked it in the safe forever, and never let it see the light again.
It's not without reason that he leased the cedar property at the intersection to Zhao Lanxiang. No matter whether it's windy or rainy, no matter how cold it is, He Songbai can drop by to take a look at the object after get off work.
The headquarters of "Xiangbai" is only a ten-minute walk away from the shop, and the restaurant opposite the "Lanxiang" clothing store is his private property.
He continued with a pot of tea and could be alone all day.
He also saw the occasional confused object, she would fall asleep due to exhaustion, and even forgot to close the door of the shop.
Sometimes she also receives rude and unreasonable guests, and when he sees it, he will help her solve it. Most of the time, with her patience and sense of responsibility, she solved the difficulties of the guests one by one.
When she was busy, she often forgot to eat. He Songbai had to ask the chef of this restaurant to make one more sample dish, and asked the eldest sister to come to the clothing store to buy clothes and invite her to eat.
There are countless small kindnesses in life that Zhao Lanxiang thought was mostly from He Songbai's handwriting.
Where did all the lucky things in life come from this newly divorced woman
Not only is it unfortunate, it often makes people feel hard and make people cry.
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Just when Jiang Jianjun was trying to save his sad wife, he suddenly received his "divorce approval", which also carried a divorce certificate and a divorce agreement. When he opened the thick stack of documents, his heart dropped rapidly with a "bang", sinking all the way to the endless abyss. The chill spread from the soles of his feet all the way to his heart.
He took the document and asked his immediate leadership, "What's going on here?"
The leader said: "This is what your father brought over himself, why, don't you know?"
The leader's surprised eyes showed a trace of disapproval, and he sighed regretfully: "What a talented person you are, but you are confused about this kind of thing. If you don't get divorced now, do you have to wait for the scandal to come out? Are you willing to leave?"
The meaning inside and outside of his words made Jiang Jianjun breathless.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it my father?"
"What scandal do I have?"
He has always admired Jiang Jianjun's leader and took out a cowhide file bag from the drawer and threw it in front of him, "Take it back and destroy it, don't treat Xiao Zhao too badly, she is a good military sister-in-law."
Jiang Jianjun took the cowhide bag along with the pile of divorce papers. His head was dizzy and he was very flustered. The light weight in his arms was as heavy as a mountain to him, and he couldn't breathe. Come. With a hint of cool air, the coolness penetrated into his heart all the way through the thick clothes.
He took out the key and twisted the door of the house.
It was still the same as when Zhao Lanxiang left, it was spotless, and there was a warm and sweet fragrance that she liked in the air. But the hostess in the house seemed to never come back. Jiang Jianjun unscrewed the thin white rope of the cowhide bag with his fingers weakly, and a confession belonging to Fang Jing was in front of his eyes.
It was accompanied by a photo of him sleeping with her unclothed hugging her.
Jiang Jianjun's eyes could almost see blood, he crushed the cup in his hand, and the blood dripped on the smooth mahogany table, gradually staining the white and neat divorce papers.
He murmured: "Lanxiang, that's not the case."
"I didn't do anything to be sorry to you... no."
It was one day a few years ago, the night he and his friends were drunk and didn't come home. He opened a room in the guest house, and when he woke up, he saw the woman in his arms.
Jiang Jianjun is an extremely self-disciplined man. He has never been close to women, and has always been a drinker in the army. He knows whether that kind of thing has happened. But it was the woman who suffered from the trouble that day. In the end, Jiang Jianjun did not pursue Fang Jing's fault, but only reprimanded her severely.
On the one hand, he was wary of Fang Jing and secretly distanced himself from her, and on the other hand, he was in pain to recognize the completely disintegrated feelings in the past.
Jiang Jianjun had never seen this photo. After reading it, he understood what his wife had seen before the miscarriage the year before, which made him so excited that he slipped into a wrestling in the kitchen. There was a sharp pain in his chest.
"Sorry, I really don't know..."
The next day he took leave and went to Zhao Lanxiang's clothing store to find her.
Zhao Lanxiang was almost taken aback when he saw Jiang Jianjun. He seemed to have slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, the stubble on his cheeks was not shaved, and the dirty clothes mixed with sweat had not changed. A sullen breath.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why?"
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang had the foresight to hire a clerk to take turns on duty with her. She knew that she would not be able to work in the morning, so she asked the clerk to do her job and kicked Jiang Jianjun out of the store.
"Let's go."
She expected that he would know about the divorce one day, and she had already prepared how to deal with this day.
Jiang Jianjun walked with her to the sparsely populated street, hugged her tightly, and gritted his teeth: "Do you just want to divorce me that much?"
"Seventeen years of marriage, just throw it away, Zhao Lanxiang, I didn't know you were such a cruel woman."
He murmured, "You were the one who wanted to marry me..."
Zhao Lanxiang seemed to have fallen into memory, raised his head and stared at the sky, and recounted in a calm tone: "I almost died on the operating table on the day my child was miscarried."
"My hands and feet were cold and stiff, and I didn't even have any heat in my heart. I was so miserable and in pain that I wanted to die. But I heard my parents cry outside the operating room, and I made them want to help me when they got old Worry, bear the pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person."
"I'm thinking, if I have a chance to survive, I will definitely get divorced. Humans are not a lowly species, why can I tolerate myself to betray myself again and again, be betrayed and mistreated..."
She stared at Jiang Jianjun and said word by word: "Because I used to love you very much, I just want to live with you in my life, and I want to have two children for you."
Speaking of which, irony appeared in front of her eyes. "But what about you, what have you done? You don't love me, you don't even want to give me a little wife's dignity, and you tolerate the woman in your heart insulting and trampling on me again and again. I can't wait to go back to the age of seventeen, cruel Give me a few slaps in the face back then, and keep myself awake! It's time to come, come and ask me... "
"Why did I get divorced? Because I can't stand living so dignifiedly."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head and said lightly, "Let's end it like this... Since we're divorced, I'll go to your place to pack my things after I'm free in a few days."
Hearing his wife's rebuke, Jiang Jianjun felt extremely uncomfortable.
He stubbornly took her hand, squeezed it hard, and kept shaking his head: "I'll be nice to you, don't divorce."
"We've been together for seventeen years, how could it be so easy to break up?"
He hugged her hard and hugged her tightly, "Lanxiang, don't leave me."
As he spoke, his vision suddenly became blurred, and the man's hot tears suddenly fell, "I know I was wrong."
Jiang Jianjun never thought that he would fall in love with this woman who was so soft that she had no principle or temper. When she first met, she was bold, enthusiastic, and clingy. Once made him a joke in the army, what an annoying woman she is! She would look at him with eyes that were so hot that she was about to burn, and pestered him stubbornly.
Learn to cook for him, learn to paint for him, read a sentence at night for him, sharpen his head and go to university. Her love is pure and straightforward. If it were another man, she would be immersed in sweetness every day. But it happened to be him, he was so indifferent, he had no feelings, only ambition and ambition. He had just been in a relationship that never ended, and he hated the relationship between a man and a woman.
In this way, like a fiery shooting star, she swept across his world, smashed a deep hole with a bang, stubbornly stubborn and tough, and stayed in his world.
He likes quiet and dislikes liveliness, but her chattering voice makes him gradually like liveliness. He is a picky eater. He only eats sliced meat and potatoes in the dining hall all the year round. Her dexterous hands let him taste the delicious food in the world, and let him know that in addition to pork and potatoes, there are mutton, beef, chicken, duck, fish, crab, shrimp, etc. Radish, lettuce, bamboo shoots, spinach, spinach, lettuce. She likes to buy him gifts. Ever since she met her, every thing she gave could fill his cabinet. He never knew that there were so many memorable days besides the Spring Festival, such as the lively Lantern Festival, eating zongzi The Dragon Boat Festival, the Valentine's Day for lovers, the Mid-Autumn Festival for reunion... He gradually had these festival shadows in his impression. Her voice and appearance, every poem she read, every lullaby she sang to her children, he could just close his eyes.
She once told him that her greatest wish was to accompany him to grow old.
His life is full of traces of her fall, and he is used to every day she is there. How can she disappear when she says she disappears, and throw away her feelings when she says it? The promise was abandoned in the past, and the love was buried in the memory. From then on, let him grow old and stupid, lonely to death.
"Are you so cruel?"
Jiang Jianjun's unpredictable tears flowed into Zhao Lanxiang's neck, Zhao Lanxiang's body stiffened for a moment, and then anger quickly surfaced.
"Please let me go, Jiang Jianjun, don't make me hate you more."
Jiang Jianjun's face turned pale instantly, and the suffocating pain in his chest spread, "But I love you."
"Lanxiang, I love you."
His voice was low, hoarse and decadent, like a trapped beast strangled by his neck and whining as he struggled. The corners of his eyes began to turn red, and his handsome face was gradually stained with a stubborn expression.
"That kind of divorce is not a divorce. I haven't signed it from beginning to end. You go home with me."
"I pamper you, give you too much freedom, and make your heart wild."
He hugged her by the waist, ignoring her struggle, imprisoned her, held her in a steady and fast pace, and walked towards the car.
Suddenly there was the sound of sudden braking from the calm street, and a very handsome woman got out of the car and gestured in surprise.
"Oh my God, in broad daylight, how could such a thing happen."
"Come on, help Lanxiang."
Several bodyguards in her car rushed up, snatched the woman in Jiang Jianjun's arms, and sent it to a safe area.
The tall and clear figure on the boulevard gradually approached. Facing the petals falling from the trees on the sidewalk in the spring, he walked in front of Jiang Jianjun and said with a slight smile, "Ms. forcing."
"Not a gentleman's way."
"Send him to the police station, um... for molesting women in public."
Hearing this, Zhao Lanxiang burst out laughing. She watched Jiang Jianjun being pressed to the ground by the three big men, unable to move, and she felt extremely relieved. She gratefully said to Sister He:
"Thanks to you today, thank you very much."
She bowed deeply, glanced at Jiang Jianjun's cold eyes like a trapped beast, and said lightly, "Let go of him, don't worry about him."
Seeing the vivid expression on her face, He Songbai squinted his eyes and pursed his lips slightly, so cute that his heart softened.
All his blood was clamoring to go up to meet and talk to her, but he restrained himself. He asked the eldest sister and her to be sent back to the store, but he squatted beside Jiang Jianjun.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really miserable to reach this point."
"What kind of skill is it to conquer women by brute force?"