Chapter 531 After the divorce, she fell in love with a TV show (13)
The live broadcast was still going on, and everyone looked at Mr. Ba sitting alone on the sofa in the living room. His hair was a little messy and his back was a little depressed.
[The boss looks so pitiful]
[He can’t even boil a kettle, right? As expected of a tyrant, he never touches the spring water with his fingers]
[This is too exaggerated, it’s true that modern society doesn’t even know how to use a hot water kettle]
[I also think it’s too exaggerated. Can’t you just plug it in and press it? Is the boss’ IQ so low? 】
Seeing that the online reviews were wrong, the company's public relations department immediately released the trolls they had purchased in advance.
[The boss who makes decisions in the mall is actually a novice in life, the contrast is so cute]
[Idiot Boss seems to be more down-to-earth hahahaha]
[His grandma’s legs are stupid, isn’t he just a good-for-nothing mama’s boy]
Sister Fang spoke angrily.
Knowing the inside story, she felt angry when she saw Murong Yan's clumsy behavior.
When he was a child, he was a mama's boy. When he was starting a business, Jiang Lai took care of him wholeheartedly and without any complaints, and raised him into a useless person who couldn't even use a hot water bottle. In the end, mama's boy relied on this bit of luck and strength to make a fortune. There is no need for him to do anything big or small.
Can such ignorant waste be called down-to-earth?
She laughed to death.
Sister Fang was about to continue firing, but as soon as the message was sent, a warning popped up.
[Civilized barrages, please do not speak at will]
I tried again and found that I had been blocked.
"Fuck, trash mommy boy."
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Murong Yan held his stomach and lowered his head in daze.
I haven't felt this way for a long time. In the past, even if I came home after a tired day and was hungry while talking about business, my stomach would never hurt like I did now, as if something was burning inside.
At this time, someone came down the stairs. Murong Yan quickly sat down and turned sideways to see that it was Jiang Lai.
He subconsciously wanted to leave, not wanting to be alone with Jiang Lai.
After the divorce, he didn't want to have anything to do with Jiang Lai anymore, and he didn't want to give those interested people on the Internet any chance to create a topic. Of course, he didn't want Jiang Lai to think there was a chance to get back together with him.
Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Lai walked straight to the bar, filled a kettle of water and put it on the water boiler. The boiling button was in the middle of the handle. People who never do housework really need some luck to find the boiling button. .
The sound of the kettle being boiled was loud, making the spacious living room even quieter.
[Is Jiang Lai still determined to change his mind? 】
[If she really wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with the boss, she would just turn to the dark side]
[What are you thinking? You must be trying to get better, otherwise who would stay up in the middle of the night and go downstairs to boil a kettle and drink]
[It’s none of your business if people go downstairs to drink water]
Murong Yan simply sat still. No matter what he did at this time, it would cause others to discuss it. The best thing to do was to do nothing.
Jiang Zili poured himself a glass of water, then went upstairs with the water in hand. He did not communicate with Murong Yan from beginning to end and was extremely quiet.
When Murong Yan looked up again, he was the only one left in the living room again.
The spout of the hot water kettle behind him was steaming.
He pursed his lips.
He couldn't help but think of the time when he first started his business, when his mother was seriously ill and he had to be busy with the company and taking care of his mother. Although those days were hard and tiring, every time he came home, there would be hot meals on the table.
No matter how late he comes back, there is warm water in the cup on the coffee table.
He has long been accustomed to such small things, just a glass of water, a meal, how could he remember it.
But at this moment, in this silent night, when his stomach cramps made it difficult to breathe, there was still someone behind him, silently boiling a glass of water for him.
I don't know why, but my heart feels a little swollen.
The hot water that he could usually pick up with just a raise of his hand, and the hot dishes that were placed in front of him at meal time, he already felt that they were the most sparse and ordinary things in his life.
But just now, he actually felt a strange sour feeling.
Jiang Lai still has him in his heart.
But unfortunately, he doesn't love her.
Even if he knew that she was devoted to him, even if he knew that she loved him deeply, even if there was no doubt that she was good to him.
But not loving means not loving.
After three years of dating and three years of marriage, he never loved her.
He didn't even have the desire to touch her.
He always thought that he was an absolute rationalist and would never feel throbbing again in his life.
This state of mind was like still water until he met Shang Qingrao.
At that moment, he truly felt his blood boiling, like spring water bubbling up from the dry land. The comfortable feeling made him fall in love with that woman unstoppably.
Murong Yan couldn't refuse this feeling and didn't want to miss it.
So, he chose to file for divorce with Jiang Lai.
As expected, her initial reaction was violent and paranoid.
It gave him a headache and helplessness.
But now I don't know what happened. She seemed to have figured it out and suddenly relented and agreed to let him go free.
Same thing tonight.
She still loved herself, but she didn't bother herself anymore.
I held the hot water in my hand and after taking a sip, I felt a lot more comfortable in my stomach.
If she could continue like this, Murong Yan wouldn't mind continuing to live in peace with her.
What should be compensated has been compensated. After all, after so many years together, it is okay to be friends.
Jiang Lai didn't know Murong Yan's complicated and profound psychological journey of cheating.
She just woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and went downstairs to get a glass of water.
But the water in the hot water bottle was deliberately left for Murong Yan.
One look at his condition today, and you can tell that it must be a stomach problem unique to the male protagonist.
As a male protagonist, Murong Yan has some of the most basic configurations.
For example, the faint smell of cologne on her body.
Stomach troubles occur easily.
There is also the noble virtue of shying away from other women.
He applied this kind of virtue to his wife. Although the two were in love and married for six or seven years, this did not prevent Murong Yan from guarding his integrity for the heroine.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lai took a sip of hot water.
"Junk."
"You still heat hot water for garbage."
"There is no way to do the task."
One of the tasks is to make the scumbag regret it. How can you make him regret it if you don't find a chance to get along with him?
Early the next morning, the sound of "hum hum ha he" came from Jiang Lai's room.
Because there were two people sharing a room, Coco, who had returned from washing, looked over when he heard the commotion, and then saw Jiang Lai wearing boxing gloves next to an upright boxing punching bag, punching the punching bag powerfully.
The heavy sandbag was knocked around, and the power of each punch was extremely heavy. The solid sound resounded throughout the room. Jiang Lai, who was wearing short-sleeved shorts, waved his smooth and tight arms rhythmically, and his long legs were even more slender. Without losing power and explosiveness. (End of chapter)