fourteen

What a gentleman, me, me

One

Both of them were a little embarrassed, sitting on the ground in embarrassment, looking at each other, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Lan Xiaohua lowered her head and muttered, "It didn't hurt you, did it?"

Zhang Jiayong hurriedly said: "No, no." What about you?"

Lan Xiaohua didn't say anything, and was just about to stand up, but with an oops, she sat down again.

Zhang Jiayong wanted to help Lan Xiaohua, thought about it for a while, didn't help her, stood up by himself, moved, and didn't feel any pain.

Seeing that Lan Xiaohua was still sitting on the ground, she had to pull her.

Lan Xiaohua took Zhang Jiayong's hand, lowered her head, stood up slowly, didn't look at Zhang Jiayong, faced back, and sat on the bed.

Zhang Jiayong's hand was still holding Lan Xiaohua's hand, and he didn't pull it out, and he didn't pull it out, so he stood in front of Lan Xiaohua so awkwardly.

Lan Xiaohua motioned for Zhang Jiayong to sit next to her, and Zhang Jiayong sat down obediently. But it's still a little bit away from the blue flowers.

Lan Xiaohua raised her head and looked at Zhang Jiayong, Zhang Jiayong saw that Lan Xiaohua's eyes were full of tears.

Zhang Jiayong couldn't see a woman's tears, but he didn't know what to say.

Lan Xiaohua said, "Do you love me?"

This question is difficult for Zhang Jiayong to answer.

Zhang Jiayong is now a family man, he loves his wife Huibei, when it comes to love, he can only love his wife Huibei, and can no longer love other women, love is a very sacred word, it can't be said casually, a man with a family may look for a woman outside, but this is not love, it can only be said to be like, and some can't even talk about liking, maybe it's just physical needs. Looking at Lan Xiaohua's longing eyes, Zhang Jiayong hesitated for a moment and said: "We haven't been together for a long time, but I can see that you are a good woman, with good eyes and eyes, real, beautiful, and educated, in life, clean and neat, to put it mildly, I still like you." ”

Lan Xiaohua heard this, and burst into laughter: "Look at what you said, am I that good?"

Zhang Jiayong said: "You are kind-hearted, you cook good dishes, and you can wear them, and I am very happy to be with you." ”

Two

Zhang Jiayong said: "My wife Huiru, like you, is also kind-hearted and very good to me. ”

As he spoke, he remembered his deceased wife, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he couldn't speak.

Lan Xiaohua looked at Zhang Jiayong: "That Sister Huiru is also a good woman, you must be doing well with her, right?"

Zhang Jiayong said: "Although we were introduced to each other by others, but we lived very well together, she is a hard-working woman, is a good hand in life, we are together, at home and outside, she worries, never let me wash clothes, wash dishes." Fully supporting my work, she believes that a man, career first, a man without a career, is not a good man. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Jiayong sighed: "Alas, ....... It's a pity that I'm not a good man and I have achieved nothing in my career, so I'm really sorry for her. ”

Lan Xiaohua comforted Zhang Jiayong: "It's good that you work hard, there are very few successful people in this world after all, most people live a dull life, don't feel too guilty." ”

After a pause, Lan Xiaohua said again, "My sister is gone, don't be so sad all the time, in the future." ”

Lan Xiaohua lowered her head: "In the future, when we are together in the future, I will love you for my sister." ”

Zhang Jiayong looked at Lan Xiaohua with his head down, as if he had gone back in time, recalling the season when he was in love with Huiru before.

Zhang Jiayong said to Lan Xiaohua: "At that time, we were very simple in love, we were together, talked for half a year, until we got the marriage certificate, we haven't held hands." Unlike today's young people, after a few days of talking, they go to bed. ”

Zhang Jiayong said: "On the night of our wedding, we slept in a quilt, and I knew what a woman's body was like, and she was the same, in addition to being shy, she was still shy, and she didn't dare to open her eyes to look at me." I just kept muttering: 'My relatives, I will be your person in the future, and you will be good to me in the future.' ’”

Lan Xiaohua said: "If you marry me, I will also be your person." After saying that, he smiled softly and shyly.

Zhang Jiayong ignored Lan Xiaohua's sneer, he was still immersed in the memories of his wife Huiru.

Zhang Jiayong said: "My time with my wife Huiru is too short, I always feel that I owe her, I don't care for her well, and I often think in my heart that if she can come back alive, how good it would be." ”

After Zhang Jiayong finished speaking, he knew that he had missed it, he and his wife Huiru had only been together for three years, which was a very short time, but his current identity was to tell others that he had been married for 20 years, which was not short.

However, Lan Xiaohua didn't hear it, the Chinese language is so subtle, twenty years, can also be understood as too short, a hundred years of life, how many people think it is too long? As the saying goes, life is like a dream, and in the blink of an eye, it is a hundred years.

Lan Xiaohua said: "Don't worry, we are together, if my sister comes back alive, we sisters will serve you together." ”

Lan Xiaohua's words made Zhang Jiayong's heart ripple.

Three

Zhang Jiayong looked at Lan Xiaohua with a complicated mood, he only had a skin-to-skin relationship with the Huiru and Huibei sisters, and it was only the wedding night that he had the joy of fish and water. Honest, well-behaved, and have never had contact with other women, and don't know what it's like to be with other women? It can't be said that I haven't thought about it at all, at least I've dreamed, and when I wake up, there's nothing.

Now, a living, charming woman, right in front of him, Zhang Jiayong can see it, Lan Xiaohua is very interesting to him, now, at home again, the distance is so close, if you want to do something, it's not impossible, if Zhang Jiayong is a real single-parent man, he is here to talk about the object seriously, and he is rushing to get married, then it is possible, that's it.

However, now Zhang Jiayong is a man with a family, and it is very risky to do this now, now, Zhang Jiayong and Lan Xiaohua met on a marriage website, and they were registered by 800 children, for marriage, not for friendship!

And the woman sitting across from him, people only found him to get married, and he didn't marry anyone else, and now, people are in love with you, what should I do?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiayong's spring heart was no longer rippling, and he was a little nervous.

Suddenly, he remembered a question, he and Lan Xiaohua had met twice, Lan Xiaohua had never asked to see his ID card, and he did not ask to see Lan Xiaohua's ID card and marriage certificate, Zhang Jiayong was registered as a widow and should have a death certificate, while Lan Xiaohua was divorced and should have a divorce certificate.

But Lan Xiaohua never mentioned this matter, before they contacted, the matchmaker of the love website specially reminded them, requiring them to verify each other's marriage certificates and ID cards when they contacted or met for the first time. Patronized Qingqing and me, and forgot about such an important thing!

Zhang Jiayong thought about it again, he came to the love website with the idea of looking for an affair, so would Lan Xiaohua think the same way?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiayong broke out in a cold sweat.

The praying mantis flutters at the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. You can't be deceived yourself, right? That's a big story.

He didn't care about etiquette and asked Lan Xiaohua: "Oh, I heard that the style of the divorce certificate has changed now, and it is also red, right? What style of divorce certificate did you give when you divorced?"

Lan Xiaohua is such a smart woman, she heard what Zhang Jiayong meant, she smiled: "Ah, if you don't say it, I still forgot, the matchmaker told me, look at me, forget it." ”

As he spoke, he took out his divorce certificate from the drawer of the computer desk and showed it to Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong opened it and saw that there was still Lan Xiaohua's ID card inside. Know, Lan Xiaohua is ready, show him, his heart, let go.

Zhang Jiayong returned the divorce certificate and ID card to Lan Xiaohua, and Lan Xiaohua put it away and put it in the drawer of the computer desk.

However, Lan Xiaohua did not ask to see Zhang Jiayong's ID card and marriage certificate. Zhang Jiayong also pretended to be stupid.

Four

Zhang Jiayong continued the topic just now: "Your figure is so good, you look good in anything." ”

Lan Xiaohua was happy: "A lot of people say that about me, but I don't think so, but you're also very good, with you, I don't know if I can be worthy of you?"

Zhang Jiayong said: "Only I am not worthy of you, so is it possible that you are not worthy of me?"

Lan Xiaohua said: "Look at what you said, let's match each other." ”

Then he said, "I have a lot of good clothes, and I will show you them." ”

Lan Xiaohua said, got up from the bed, pulled Zhang Jiayong by the hand, and came to her master bedroom.

Lan Xiaohua's master bedroom has a large double bed, and it looks like the three people who sleep are rich, and a wall in the bedroom is made into a cabinet. Lan Xiaohua asked Zhang Jiayong to sit on the edge of the bed, opened the cabinet door by herself, and began to take out the clothes one by one, and began to try on clothes in front of Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong looked at the blue flower that was only wearing a small hood and a short triangle, and was a little dizzy.

Lan Xiaohua's figure is really good, especially when she only wears small clothes, it is even more dazzling. The distance is so close, no matter how determined a man is, he will be moved. Zhang Jiayong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was a little distracted again.

Lan Xiaohua wore it for a while, took it off for a while, and changed her clothes one after another, and Zhang Jiayong was dazzled when she saw it.

Lan Xiaohua tried all the clothes in the cabinet, but she didn't feel satisfied, and in the end, she was still only wearing a three-point style and sat on the bed: "Alas, I can't find a suitable dress!"

Zhang Jiayong's calm mood just now began to boil again, he kept swallowing saliva, and felt the gurgling sound in his throat.

What's wrong? Why are you so unproductive? Hungry?