Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

After ordering a table of dishes, he ate less than one fifth of them. Nalan Chunbo ate very little, almost all of them were given by Wenshan. In the end, Wenshan didn't know whether it was because of heartache or other reasons, and Wenshan no longer deliberately let him eat them.

"You can think about the assistant."

"But brother Gu is always striving for perfection in his own affairs. He will not agree with me, and he may be scolded miserably." Wenshan is almost finished eating. She watches Nalan Chunbo pay the bill and asks the waiter to help her pack the rest of the dishes.

Waiter: "I'm sorry."

Nalan Chunbo

Hot pot and packing?

"What are you looking at? I can't pack it before I buy it? " Wenshan looked at the waiter and asked directly.

After paying, Nalan Chunbo said, "please pack it."

The waiter laughed awkwardly and went back to find the packing box.

"Don't worry about Gu juixi. I'll tell him that I'm still his wife's cousin anyway. Besides, the writer is me."

"Poof - cough - cough -" Wenshan's juice burst out in an instant.

Nalan Chunbo

Nalan Chunbo's face was sprayed with juice by her, and now his face almost turned black.

Cleanliness, cleanliness. This man has cleanliness.

Wenshan immediately jumped up next second, quickly took out a tissue and quickly went to help him wipe his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She is full of the smell of hot pot, but it's not bad in nalanchun, even with her original taste.

People unconsciously want to be close.

Nalan Chunbo reaches out and holds her wrist to prevent her from approaching, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to hold it.

"Nothing." Nalan Chunbo's voice is still calm and doesn't seem to care.

Wenshan lowers her head and just bumps into Nalan Chunbo's eyes. She purses her lips slightly. Nalan Chunbo is still holding her wrist.

"Wenshan, I didn't catch up with you for at least a month, so let's exchange. If you really don't like me after a month, I'll let go. But this month, you know you can't refuse me to follow you." Nalan Chunbo is glad that he has such a reason to persuade Wenshan.

Wenshan hasn't said anything yet. The waiter has come, so she resolutely shakes off Nalan Chunbo's hand and quickly sits back.

But the face is still red, I don't know whether it is spicy or because of other reasons.

After packing a big bag, Nalan Chunbo got up with the bag and looked at Wenshan: "let's go. I'll take you back first."

Wenshan nods and goes out with Nalan Chunbo.

Nalan Chunbo's car was parked outside. When he put the bag in his hand at the back, he frowned. Subconsciously, he wanted to touch his stomach, but he still resisted. Instead, he went around and opened the car door.

Nalan Chunbo got on the bus and tied his seat belt in Wenshan before he started the car. "The man in my house that day was Gu Yuan's servant."

Wenshan hears Nalan Chunbo's words and looks at the outside without answering.

"She'll go to my place every three days to clean up, but she won't go in the future." Nalan Chunbo continued to explain.

Wenshan continued to look out, not showing whether she wanted the explanation or not.

Nalan Chunbo didn't wait for Wenshan's answer. He said it was impossible not to be disappointed. He drew the corner of his mouth, and sweat had come out of his forehead.