After The Divorce, Beauty A Seeks To Get Back Together Every Day

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Chi Yanchuan lives alone on a flat floor in the city center. The house is also a new property launched in the past two years. The decoration and furnishings of the home are as cold and rigid as the model apartment.

A few simple colors cover everything in the room.

The light gray walls reflect the warm yellow lights, and the air vaguely burns with the coldness of the Arctic Circle.

I changed my shoes and entered the entrance hall. The open living room on the high-rise floor had floor-to-ceiling windows on the outside wall. It was almost overlooking this painful city. Day and night were reversed. The bright yellow street lamps blurred my vision and made it difficult to see the moon in the horizon.

Although Chi Yanchuan has been in shopping malls for a long time and socialized constantly at the dinner table, his drinking capacity is unexpectedly poor.

He had been allergic to grapes since he was a child and could not touch any wine. Over time, he suffered from stomachaches when drinking wine. Moreover, in his position, there were always people to help him with the wine, so he rarely drank by himself.

The alcohol's staying power is a little too strong, and sobering up tea is obviously useless.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Ye asked.

Chi Yanchuan replied with a faint nasal voice: "Well..."

The man standing at the door still felt a little alienated, but he could be heard feeling uncomfortable. Then he sighed inaudibly, took off his satchel, and walked into the kitchen to pour him water.

Jiang Ye found the medicine for stomach pain with ease and sat on the sofa to read the dosage.

"I heard Yan Qing said that if you have a stomachache, you should keep it with you." Jiang Ye handed him the medicine and said softly.

Chi Yanchuan leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes tiredly, took the medicine he handed over and drank it in one gulp, his long eyelashes moving.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the coldness between his brows seemed to be rubbed open. He suddenly asked: "Why are we fighting today?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Ye said calmly: "It's just a disagreement."

"Keep your memory in mind and don't cause trouble. I won't do it next time."

As he spoke, his eyelashes drooped slightly, forming a small shadow, blocking his eyes, as if he was a little lost, and he was hesitant to speak.

"Ok, I know."

He doesn't like troublesome people, and he knew this from the time he got married.

Jiang Ye's body has a faint scent of grapes. His glands are underdeveloped and the smell is very weak, but Chi Yanchuan loves to smell it.

In fact, he has no interest today. The person he has liked for many years always wants to pick him up when he returns to China, but Xie Rong doesn't even want to come and keeps the most interesting distance from him.

Probably no one cared about him when he was young. His mother died early and his father was away from home all year round. He often stared out the window alone in a daze. In the lonely New Year, it was just him and the empty cold air.

Chi Yanchuan sometimes felt that it was a mistake for him to be born, a product of a marriage that was not merciful to God. He watched his mother go crazy, and his father and her were entangled and torn apart. As a child, he could only squat. corner, expecting the quarrel to pass by.

Bowls, chopsticks, broken pieces of porcelain, his mother often held his hand and said that the worst decision in her life was to marry her father and give birth to him.