Article 3, Paragraph 1 of the prenuptial agreement between Wu Xiaoqi and Jiang Beisheng: Under no circumstances shall they explore each other's past under any pretext.

Jiang Beisheng teased me that I don't need to explain to him, there is nothing wrong with this teasing, but I am always a little unhappy in my heart. This kind of unpleasantness is like my chicken being ripped off a hair for no reason, I know that the presence or absence of this hair will not affect the egg-laying efficiency of my chicken, but I just can't convince myself not to be angry.

Maybe this is marriage, where men and women have different perceptions of the same thing every day. If you can get by, it is called running-in, and if you can't get by, it is war. The battle of marriage is as earth-shattering as a national event, but it is just pulling garlic in trivial chicken feathers and not giving in to each other.

I sat in the car, staring at Jiang Beisheng who was standing outside the car answering the phone with desperate eyes, and began to regret why I didn't look at the yellow calendar before going out today.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Beisheng hurried back to the car.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry and need to rush back to Shanghai immediately. ”

I let out a fluttering grunt.

Sixteen minutes ago, at the intersection where there were still two traffic lights away from Nanako's house, Jiang Beisheng's phone rang.

He hurriedly glanced at the caller ID, his eyes suddenly became complicated, I didn't restrain my curiosity for a moment, and secretly followed a glance, no name, no surname, no logo, just a string of ordinary Arabic numerals.

This kind of call message, I will only treat it as a house seller and a phone package, and press it directly without saying a word. Jiang Beisheng unexpectedly parked the car on the side of the road.

"You wait for me in the car, I'll answer the phone. ”

He held his phone in one hand and pulled the car door in the other, and he looked like he got out of the car in a hurry when he returned to the car after answering the call.

From the perspective of a woman's thinking, a phone number that can't be remarked but is familiar to know at a glance, well, in addition to the person who is disgusted, there is only a secret lover who can't see the light. If it was one of the two, given my relationship with him, there was really no need for him to pick me up behind my back.

After Jiang Beisheng asked me to get out of the car, I immediately made two phone calls.

The first one is to call Nanako to cancel the lunch appointment.

The second one, I called Qu Wei.

Qu Wei was the 38th blind date introduced to me by my high school classmate's husband's brother. At the time of the blind date, he was forty-one years old, forty-two years old this year, divorced, and had a child, whether it was a boy or a girl, I forgot to ask.

It's not that I'm hostile to a divorced blind date with children, it's just that this person is not suitable to be a husband.

The blind date location, he chose. In a food stall next door to the farmers' market in Chengnan New District. I searched for a long time before I found the food stall, but he hadn't arrived yet. The stall proprietress was very sorry to pick up a greasy cup from the supper tableware that she hadn't had time to clean up last night, and washed it under the tap about three times. Then, I poured in the tea leaves and brought me a cup of green tea with a rising smoke.

I watched this cup of green tea curling up and smoking, waiting for a cup of cold tea that no one appreciated, and sighed, Qu Wei ran in panting.

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting, I'm Qu Wei. ”

It's not scary to wait for someone, but it's really scary to wait for someone who doesn't know how to be good to you.

Out of respect for the introducer, I patiently listened to the song for ten minutes. Ten minutes later, it wasn't that my respect for the introducer had changed, or that my temperament had been worn to the point that I couldn't sit down anymore, but that this guy had answered an emergency call.

"I'm really sorry, today was supposed to be my shift, but a few colleagues were temporarily taken to handle the case, and the staff in the office was a little short, which ...... This call is a police call, and I have to go, uh, next time, next time you set the place. ”

I can probably understand why his wife divorced him.

Naturally, there will be no next time between us.

Therefore, when Qu Wei mistakenly thought that this phone call, which was only delayed after a year, was the next time he and I had finalized it, my embarrassment was no less than his.

"I've been wondering in my heart, thinking, how can a girl set a blind date place at the police station......?

Qu Wei visually measured about 1.7 meters, slightly chubby, but his face was thin, and his eyes were bright, making me tea while laughing at himself.

I have heard the introducer mention that Qu Wei has no other advantages, but his good personality is obvious to all. Although I only had a brief ten-minute friendship with him a year ago, I must agree with him for this merit.

"How can I blame you, I took the liberty of it. ”

"No, no, how can you be presumptuous. Qu Wei rubbed his hands and said quickly: "What are you looking for me?" ”

I took a sip of tea, carefully placed the cup in the corner of the table, and coughed embarrassedly: "I...... I don't know anyone at the police station, and this kind of thing, again...... I'm really embarrassed to go to your service hall to consult, so, so ......"

When I thought about confessing to my former blind date, the purpose of my trip was to investigate whether my husband, who had just married today, was wanted on the Internet, I found it very difficult to speak.

This unspeakable lasted for about thirteen minutes, and the phone on Qu Wei's desk rang sharply like a talisman.

I was in a hurry, but I finally got the meaning out.

Qu Wei's hand shook, and he just picked up the microphone in his hand, and with a bang, it fell off.

When I left the police station, Qu Wei looked at me, and I will never forget it. It's a kind of "fortunately we don't have a show" little luck.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I was mercilessly laughed at by my friends.

The mosquito threw a flying kiss: "You are cautious to do this kind of thing before you get married, and it is stupid to do it after you get married." Qu Wei treats you differently from now on, this is human nature, and it is understandable. ”

Kidney Bean agreed: Your marriage with Jiang Beisheng is a typical flash marriage, which is based on not having any feelings for each other, and in such a marriage, lack of trust and understanding is the norm of your daily life. Don't expect him to confess everything to you without reservation.

Garfield seconded: Fox, remember: Treat others as they would have gotten to be treated. As he guards against you, you can guard against him, in short, you can't suffer losses, and you can't be emotional.

I think this time, my three friends have a point.

I was about to make a speech, Jiang Beisheng's phone call came in very blindly, so I had to hold back my stomach and quit the group chat to answer the call.

"I'm in Shanghai. ”

The voice on the other end of the phone was always low and cold. Although I didn't listen to it very pleasantly, since he wanted to report peace to me like a normal husband, then I couldn't be stingy with the obligation of a wife, and I sighed softly: "Okay." ”

I thought that the conversation between husband and wife was over, but unexpectedly, Jiang Beisheng suddenly said: "You...... Did you go back to eat at noon?"

I sighed in a trance, "Didn't go." ”

"I ...... I'll be in Shanghai for about a week, and I should be back next Wednesday, and if you're not going to be able to get along, make an appointment with your mom for dinner next Thursday. ”

I was stunned: "You...... You, are you really Jiang Beisheng?"

"Love is not about you. ”

There was a click, and the phone hung up.

Some people say that a man's kindness and patience can never be matched by a woman's repeated questioning.

There seems to be a little bit of truth in this.

(To be continued)