"Gu Chenbai, do you think I'm taking marriage as a child's play?" Tu Yan sat on the hanging chair in the study, hugged the pillow, tilted his head and asked.
Gu Chenbai was staring intently at the computer screen, and his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, but he still squeezed out a space to answer Tu Yan's question: "No."
"Forcing you to sign a divorce agreement, I came to you after the divorce, and now I want to remarry," Tu Yan lay down, trapped in the woolen blanket, and asked lazily, "Isn't this a child's play?"
Gu Chenbai finished processing the last document, then got up and walked in the direction of Tu Yan. When Tu Yan saw him coming, he deliberately shook the hanging chair and wanted to turn to the other side. Gu Chenbai held the frame and failed him.
"I was a stranger to you at that time. For self-protection, whatever you do is reasonable. I didn't blame you."
"No divorce agreement?"
Gu Chenbai smiled and reached out to squeeze Tu Yan's face, "No, because I know you will regret it one day."
Tu Yan slapped Gu Chenbai's hand away in disgust, "A narcissist."
Gu Chenbai fished Tu Yan out of the hanging chair, and Tu Yan leaned softly against Gu Chenbai's chest, one foot stepped on a slipper, and the other kicked Gu Chenbai's crutches badly. Gu Chenbai curled the corners of his mouth, bit his ear and said, "Bunny, did you regret the day you divorced?"
"No." Tu Yan answered firmly.
"But how do I remember that someone was hiding under the covers and crying the night before the divorce?"
"No, it's you who's crying, your memory is messed up."
Gu Chenbai chuckled, "Okay, it's me who's crying."
Tu Yan smelled the faint fragrance of Gu Chenbai's body, and his thoughts drifted back to the most difficult days more than a month ago.
From Tu Yan's point of view, there is always a sense of fate between him and Gu Chenbai. It's like doing math problems in school days, obviously using the wrong method, and accidentally calculating the correct answer.
The story of him and Gu Chenbai started, which should have been a bloody eight o'clock file that the screenwriter couldn't make up, but Gu Chenbai turned it into a sweet love drama. Tu Yan has also acted in so many plays. This is the first time without a script. He just follows Gu Chenbai's rhythm and walks forward slowly and leisurely. With his joys and sorrows, the days disappear in the rotating hour hand, as if there is no end.
But things backfired, and the half-year deadline set by Tu Yan was approaching.
They met in the midsummer and June, noisily passed through the scorching sun and cicadas, ambiguous for the whole season of autumn, and finally entered the midwinter.
Tu Yan did not expect that the person who regretted it first would be himself.
It was the first snow of the year in Ming City that day. Hua Sheng had a lot of things to do at the end of the year. Gu Chenbai often needed to work overtime. Tu Yan was bored at home, and occasionally went to Gu Chenbai's office to stay for a while.
Of course, to avoid people, but also to avoid Gu Chaocheng.
But Tu Yan was unlucky that day. Not only did he not avoid Gu Chaocheng, but he also met the person he least wanted to see, Tu Feihong.
Tu Feihong just touched Gu Chaocheng's nose, and was about to ask Gu Chenbai for help when he pushed open the door of the office and saw Tu Yan lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, leisurely. Tu Feihong's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, thinking that this time there is hope.
The moment Tu Yan saw Tu Feihong, he froze in place, sat up slowly, and his face became cold. Tu Feihong walked up to him without looking at him, hugged Tu Yan's shoulder affectionately, and asked him about his current situation.
Gu Chenbai put down what he was doing, walked up too, poured a cup of tea for Tu Feihong, "Mr. Tu, what's the matter?"
Tu Yan turned his face away and played with his phone impatiently.
"It's not a big deal," Tu Feihong sat down with a smile and unbuttoned his bloated suit, "Isn't the old city going to be rebuilt? I want to win the relocation house project over there, but as you know, my company's money is now all in The project that was stopped before is on, it's really-"
When Tu Yan heard the blood, he turned his head and asked in surprise, "You still have the nerve to borrow money from him?"
Tu Feihong quickly waved his hand and said, "No, Yanyan, you don't understand, this is a frequent exchange between companies, not what you think."
Gu Chaocheng just walked in, and when he heard Tu Feihong's words, he sneered: "I come here quite often, why don't I come here often?"
Tu Feihong was refuted and said with a mocking smile, "Isn't this all a family..."
Tu Yan looked at Tu Feihong coldly, just like the Gu family looked at him half a year ago, low and ridiculous, the shame that had tortured his self-esteem for a long time swept up again, making him clench his fists and sink his nails into his flesh.
Gu Chenbai leaned over and held Tu Yan's hand, calmly spread his fingers apart and pressed them against his palm to let him relax, but was waved away by Tu Yan.
Tu Yan got up and said to Tu Feihong word by word: "Gu Chenbai and I will divorce at the end of this month, then I will have nothing to do with him, and you will not have the opportunity to borrow money from him in my name. money."
Tu Feihong was dumbfounded, and his voice stuttered, "What, what?"
Gu Chaocheng also couldn't believe it, "Divorce? How long have you been married, Shen Bai, have you agreed?"
Gu Chenbai nodded.
Tu Feihong asked Tu Yan angrily, "Why are you getting a good divorce? Shen Bai isn't good enough for you? You don't like him?"
Without thinking about it, Tu Yan blurted out: "I don't like it, I have signed the divorce agreement with him."
Tu Yan knew that if he said this to Tu Feihong alone, he might not believe it, but when he said this to Tu Feihong in front of Gu Chenbai, there was no room for turning around.
After Tu Feihong left the office in despair, Gu Chaocheng also left. Before leaving, he glanced at Tu Yan in disgust, but Tu Yan did not fight back this time.
Because he saw Gu Chenbai sitting on the sofa with a light expression, but his eyes were full of loss.
He walked towards Gu Chenbai, Gu Chenbai pulled him onto his lap and sat, still caring, "Does your hand hurt?"
"Gu Chenbai..."
Tu Yan's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears.