I put down my phone, got up and walked to the bed, picked up the earpiece and put it to my ear, and said "hey" coldly.

But it's not Mojia.

"It's me. ”

When Jiang Beisheng's low, mellow voice was coldly transmitted from the earpiece, I couldn't help but shudder: "Are you still in the hotel?"

"Well, at the front desk. ”

The tone is still blindly unfriendly.

From getting the key at the front desk to entering the room to his offer to pick up his luggage at the mosquito rental house, his indifference is as undisguised as his breathing.

I was a little upset: "If you don't want to go, you come up, I'll go." ”

“…… How many days are you going to stay in Beijing?"

After a pause, Jiang Beisheng avoided my question and asked dryly.

The man who is not atmospheric enough, like the dress in the closet that buys one size smaller, the more he looks at it, the more popular it becomes: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

“…… I flew back to Shanghai at 8 o'clock in the evening, and after I got my luggage, I would put yours at the front desk, and you remember to come down and pick it up. ”

After saying that, there was a snap and hung up.

Before the matter is revealed, I don't know where Jiang Beisheng's awkwardness came from and why it started, but I clearly know that the outcome of the first husband and wife war will affect the trend of every war in the future to a large extent. If you don't want to be a passive good person in your marriage forever, then I can't soften my heart in today's nameless battle.

So, ten seconds later, when the phone rang again, I didn't even think about it, so I sneered, "Don't tell me, you're not leaving." ”

"Why, you quarreled with your husband? It can't be because of me, right?"

If your dislike of a person has risen to the extreme, then you must understand that it is a mistake for him to appear in front of you, what is a mistake for him to smile at you, what is a mistake for every kind of overseeing of you when he says to you, and what is it is a mistake to add a mistake to the sound of his breathing through the microphone?

I closed my eyes in despair, and my tone was outrageously cold: "I won't go at night." Mo Jia, we're all adults, can we make faces to each other?"

After speaking, without giving him any chance to refute, he directly pulled the telephone cable out of the landline notch and threw it to the ground.

If ten years ago, my attitude towards rotten peach blossoms was as sober as today, and I refused to be clear, not to mention Mo Jia, the rotten peach blossom, was Zhong Xingxing's wolf, and I didn't want to hurt me half a point.

But people's strength is often not born strong, but can only be truly possessed after countless times of weakness and injury.

Therefore, Chicken Soup for the Soul will tell us perseverance: If you want to grow quickly, the most convenient and effective way is to keep searching for opponents and enemies with both strength and wisdom for yourself.

According to this logic, I should be grateful to Mo Jia. If he can keep along, I'll do what he says.

After being harassed by Mo Jia, he was in a bad mood, and finally got better under the bombardment of eight unread messages from mosquitoes.

The last sentence of the last article successfully amused me: Today I was working overtime, bad luck.

When people reach middle age, hair loss, overtime, and taking care of babies can be called the three epic disasters.

No wonder mosquitoes are obscure.

I'm about to say something that lacks nutrition, such as: Life forces you, and if you don't break it, you will break it. Comfort comfort comfort this poor little mosquito.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

I was stunned, Jiang Beisheng went out with a room card, it couldn't be him, and he had already explained, after putting his luggage at the front desk, he went directly to the airport.

If it weren't him, who would it be?

I walked to the door with trepidation, grabbed the safety lock tightly with both hands, lowered my voice and asked outside, "Who?"

"It's me, Ye Bei. ”

Mo Jia's second marriage to a little lady?

"Is there something wrong?"

I was not in a hurry to open the door, I clasped my hands on my chest, leaned my back against the wall, and asked lazily through the door no longer worried.

"May I come in and have a few words with you?"

One side of the water and soil to support the other side.

The gentle breeze and drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River are always easier to give birth to women with delicate bodies and delicate faces than the sandstorms in the north.

Ye Bei is such a woman, and her words will inadvertently reveal a little bit of a little woman's hypocrisy.

In a broad sense, I also belong to Jiangnan women, but in a narrow sense, I, a Jiangnan woman, are like distant relatives of the emperor, and there is always a little difference between me and the orthodox royal bloodline.

With this unreliable relationship, I can no longer keep people out.

I twisted the doorknob in a complicated mood and opened the door through a hole that was exactly the length of the safety lock chain.

Ye Bei was startled by the way I opened the door, but soon, the fright on her face turned into a not very friendly smile, and she said coquettishly: "Since you don't welcome me in, then I'll wait for you in the café on the second floor." ”

Please drink coffee.

In the 90s, when Hong Kong police and gangster films were rampant, this sentence represented more than just a literal meaning.

Whether Ye Bei was punning on her or really just drinking coffee, the veil was lifted when I found her in the café on the second floor.

I gritted my teeth because I hated it: "Do you know what my relationship with your husband is?"

Ye Bei's expression was not too flustered, but she turned her head sideways and cautiously glanced at Mo Jia beside her. Mo Jia pursed her lips and smiled greasy, patting Ye Bei's slender white hand: "Didn't you say you were tired?"

A hint of loss flashed in Ye Bei's eyes: "Then I'll go first, you guys talk slowly." ”

There has never been a standard answer to the form and connotation of marriage. As a pseudo-marryer, I know that I have no right to condemn a young girl for her youth and beauty.

But because I am also a woman, I can't help but give up my choice to become an accessory to marriage for the sake of this fresh and colorful life, for the sake of material enjoyment, and sigh.

I don't know if one day many years later, she will look at the face in the mirror that no longer looks like the moon and have a trace of remorse.

If so, it is her sorrow, and if not, it is her sorrow.

I lowered my head and took a sip of coffee: it was bitter. Immediately put the cup down.

A piece of food that doesn't suit your spleen and stomach will be like you wearing an inappropriate makeup at the ball, and you will only be the one who will bear the consequences in the end.

I don't have to wronged myself in order to accommodate Mo Jia.

Stretched out his hand to stop the waiter passing by, and said in a flat tone: "Please help me remove this cup of coffee and replace it with a cup of green tea." ”

"Okay ma'am, please wait. ”

After the white-gloved waiter removed the coffee, Mo Jia smiled: "I didn't expect you not to drink coffee, and I still have it." He always had strange eyes, but he always paid attention to my every move, word and deed: "I am different, although I was not used to drinking before, but now, if I don't have a few drinks a day, people will be like sick, and they can't lift their spirits." ”

I couldn't help but snort coldly: "Mr. Mo, you came to me to come down, did you just want to tell you that you like to drink coffee?"

(To be continued)