A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 423 The Ordinary Woman
"It's all about my childhood, I forgot about it." Zhengzheng put the selected items on the cashier counter, and there happened to be a Transformers toy there. Turn over the list price.

"Buy it if you like it." Nan Zhan reached out and took the Transformers and threw them into the shopping basket.

Zhengzheng said: "My sister forbids me to take other people's things, so you should put them back."

After all, it is a child, as he said so, his eyes were already lingering on the body of Transformers.

"I bought it to play by myself, she can still control it?" Nan Zhan wanted to say, I am not someone else, I am yours...

"Big brother, although my sister's IQ is not as high as ours, she is not mentally handicapped. Your reason is too..."

Jian Si, who was cooking, sneezed twice. She touched her red ears and said in a low voice, "Someone must be speaking ill of me, please don't let me hear it."

"We're back." Zhengzheng rushed in like a bird, "I've bought everything."

Nan Zhan, who was following behind, closed the door and put the shopping bag in his hand on the dining room table. The sound of the range hood was booming, and the little woman standing in front of the stove was waving the shovel in her hand. The scent filled the whole room.

The smell of fireworks makes this place more warm and peaceful, and the dishes that look good in color make people's index fingers move.

"Serve some food, thank you." Nan Zhan was awakened from his trance by a plate that was stretched out suddenly, and he looked dissatisfied at the woman who didn't look at him at all. Her instructing tone made him very unhappy, but he still He reached out and took the plate.

There is a lot of stock in his refrigerator, which was bought when the part-time worker came to clean the room. He doesn't know how to cook, so he bought it for nothing, but he just likes to stuff the refrigerator full, and he feels that it will be safe.

"Take down the chopsticks, thank you." Another three pairs of chopsticks were handed out. This was simply a test of the endurance of the Nandu lawyer. He pursed his thin lips and tried his best to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Jian Si didn't mean to instigate him, but just smoothly. The shoes in the kitchen are non-slip, and she needs to change another pair of cotton slippers when she goes out. She asked him for help because she was too lazy to change her shoes. How could she know that Lawyer Nan's face is getting more and more stinky .

Nan Zhan narrowed his eyes: This woman has made an inch of her head, do you know whose house this is...

"Take down the bowl, thank you." The three bowls were placed in Nan Zhan's hands again, and her order was taken for granted.

Just as Nan Zhan was about to get annoyed, Jian Si took off her apron and said with a smile, "It's time to eat."

The simple three words are like an eraser, wiping away the anger of the man who was about to rage.

It seems that it has been a long time since a woman has been willing to wash his hands and make soup for him. His mother, that tall woman, has never cooked for him since he can remember, not even an ordinary breakfast. Growing up eating Aunt Xian's meals, his affection for Aunt Xian seems to have surpassed her so-called mother.

"Sister, tomorrow is a classmate's birthday, and the teacher asked us to bake a biscuit each." During the meal, Zhengzheng lowered his head to pick up the rice, finally finding time to pour it out of his mouth.

The ingredients in Nan Zhan's house are good, including his favorite fish and shrimp.

"I'll do it later." Jane Si peeled the shrimp shells for him, and suddenly thought that she only saw the oven in the kitchen, and wondered if there were any materials for making biscuits.

"At this time, the supermarket will not be closed." Compared with Zhengzheng's wolfing down, Nan Zhan's eating behavior is much more noble and elegant.

The two of them were sitting in a row, both bowing their heads to eat. There were two swirls on Zhengzheng's head, and Nanzhan's. They were almost exactly the same in size and position.

Jian Si looked at them, one big and one small, with complicated expressions, even a mouthful of rice could taste bitter.

After eating, Jian Si washed the dishes, and when she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Nan Zhan and Zheng Zheng already dressed and waiting for her on the porch.

Are they going to buy biscuit ingredients?
"There are so many biscuits, why don't you just pick a few packs?" In the supermarket, Nan Zhan pouted at the shelf in front of him, obviously thinking that her time-consuming and labor-intensive hand-made is stupid.

Jane Si ignored him, went straight to the baking area, squatted down and began to choose flour.

"The ones that are made by hand or sold outside with added spices and preservatives can be eaten right away. I don't want Zhengzheng to make a special one." Jian Si picked out the flour and powdered sugar and went to buy butter.

Nan Zhan has been following her, watching her picking left and right, and checking the date first and then the expiration date of each item, very carefully.

He seldom comes to this kind of common people's supermarket to shop, even in high-end shopping malls. He thinks that such trivial things as shopping are a waste of time, so he leaves Hong Yuan to do everything.

Nan Zhan should have been impatient at first, but Jian Si's slow and careful approach made him unable to get angry. Perhaps this is what a normal housewife should do. She does laundry, cooks, makes biscuits, and packs lunch boxes for her children. Put on the schoolbag, send him to school, say goodbye at the gate, wait at the school gate in the evening, hold his hand and listen to him talk about the joy and sorrow of the day.

"It's all selected." Jian Si waved the things in his hand before his eyes: "I'll go to checkout."

She glanced around and saw Zheng Zheng who was still squatting in the toy area, "Zheng Zheng, let's go."

Although Zhengzheng is a small adult, he is still a child after all, and he will not be able to move his legs when he sees a toy he likes, but he knows that the conditions of his family do not allow him to buy such an expensive toy. Too nostalgic.

Running to Jian Si and Nan Zhan, he held a bag of bread in his hand: "Let's eat this tomorrow morning."

Nan Zhan looked back at the place where he had squatted, with deep meaning in his eyes.

When checking out, Jane wanted to take out the money, but someone grabbed her wrist. The hand was clean and slender, and the nails were neatly trimmed. Because of the slight force, the knuckles were protruding.

"I don't have the habit of asking women to pay." His voice sounded coldly above his head, and at the same time he handed his wallet to the cashier.

"But I bought these things." He is not used to letting women spend money, and she is also not used to spending men's money.

Jian Si is not bad-looking, and has a good temper. It has been a long time since no one has pursued her. One of the suitors is a rich second generation. He gave her an LV bag and said that as long as she agrees to be his girlfriend, he will be his girlfriend. You can give her an LV every day.

Jian Si choked him directly: Then you might as well find a LV to be your girlfriend, and save the step of delivering the bag, and immediately drive that rich second generation away in anger. Later, I met him twice in the mall. All with different women.

"So what did you buy?" The man seemed a little unreasonable.

"I should pay for what I buy." Jian Si became persistent.

"I didn't tell you, do I want to eat biscuits too?" Nan Zhan put his wallet heavily on the cash register, urging: "Hurry up."

Seeing this posture, the cashier hurriedly printed the slip, received the cash, and gave change in one go.

Jian Si looked at him helplessly, and he replied with three words: "You save it."

Tsk, she doesn't care about his little money.

After returning home, Jian Si started to make biscuits, because the molds were all in the sealed house, so Jian Si could only simply make some cranberry biscuits, and made a copy for Zhengzheng and Nan Zhan I made a serving, and considering that he is a man who would not like sweets, he added less powdered sugar on purpose.

Nan Zhan was reading a book when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He said please come in, but no one answered outside. He frowned and opened the door. There was no one in front of the door. There was a small box hanging on the doorknob.

He picked it up and saw that it was a biscuit with a small note written inside: Thank you.

Nan Zhan sneered at this polite woman, but still took off the box and took it away.

He really doesn't like sweets, so the biscuit was just casually thrown on the desk without moving, until he was a little hungry in the middle of the night, he reluctantly took a piece and put it in his mouth. Unexpectedly, it was not very sweet, but he could accept it The sweetness, he simply ate a whole box.

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Jian Si lay on an unfamiliar bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Not adapting to the new environment is one aspect. The main reason is that when you close your eyes, you will think of those horrible pictures, and only people like Nan Zhan will feel numb, because he has already seen such scenes, but she is just an ordinary person. woman.

Jian Si didn't know when she fell asleep, but dreamed of a woman with disheveled hair looking at her with resentful eyes. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, revealing her red tongue: "Give me back my life."

She rushed towards Jian Si and pressed her chest tightly. She wanted to push her away, but she couldn't use the strength. She wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound.

She was like a dying fish, struggling desperately, shouting: "It's not me, it's not me, I didn't kill anyone."

The thin blanket was kicked off her body and fell to the ground, Jian Si sat up suddenly, as if a big rock had been removed, but there was nothing in the empty room, only the curtains were dancing with the night wind.

She hugged her pillow and came to Zhengzheng's room.

Zhengzheng slept soundly, completely unaware that there was suddenly a person beside him.

Jian Si lay down, put her arms around his small body, listening to his light and regular breathing, her manic and frightened heart finally calmed down slowly.

Because of her ability to never forget people's faces, she often dreams of some horrible things, and often sees her dead parents in her dreams. Their faces are so clear, but she can't catch them when she wants to.

These days and nights, she has carried Zheng Zheng all the way through like this. Although he is small, he can soothe her fear.

In the early morning, there were two crisp birdsong outside the window.

Nan Zhan opened his eyes, picked up the home clothes on the side, walked into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

He has only rented here for a short time, and every time he wakes up, he feels like he is in a foreign land.

After leaving the room, he glanced at the bedroom next to him habitually. The door was open, and the woman was no longer on the bed inside.

(End of this chapter)