"Xue Qing, hello, long time no see. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Jiang Haibo didn't expect to meet Xia Xueqing here today, and his tone was very pleasant.

He actually joined this tennis club because he heard the club manager mention that Xia Xueqing is also a member here and will come to play every month. Who made Xia Xueqing the only woman he felt was pleasing to the eye and never forged it! He had a very good impression of her, so he was happy to be close to her.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Xia Xueqing said hello politely.

Xia Xueqing had just changed into a tennis uniform, ordered a glass of mineral water in the saloon and sipped it slowly, while waiting for Sang Xiaorou to change her clothes and play a game. When she heard someone greet her, she was a little surprised when she saw that it was Jiang Haibo, but she still responded politely.

Jiang Haibo looked at Xia Xueqing carefully, no matter how she looked, he felt that she should be a typical wife, and she couldn't be equated with a strong woman in the workplace. And a wife is his lifelong dream.

Jiang Haibo has a concept of a wife, but there are no specific adjectives - he is a businessman, not a literati, and it is natural that he has not studied this. It wasn't until he saw Xia Xueqing for the first time that a kind of "That's right, it's her!" appeared in his heart. "Feelings. A typical example of her is what he imagined his wife to look like.

"It's rare to meet you here today, is your ball buddy here?" Jiang Haibo was looking for a topic to chat.

"It's already here, it's Sang Xiaorou." Xia Xueqing smiled appropriately.

"Oh, Xiaorou is here too? That's great, we'll have a good fight later, and then I'll treat you two to dinner. When Jiang Haibo heard that Sang Xiaorou was also here, he felt that he had a better chance to get close to her. Because he knew that if Xia Xueqing was invited to dinner alone, she might not necessarily agree. But with Sang Xiaorou, it's different, that girl won't refuse the invitation, as long as she doesn't refuse, Xia Xueqing will join her.

The two were chatting, and Sang Xiaorou walked out. She saw Jiang Haibo at a glance and said excitedly: "Haibo? You're here too, huh? What a coincidence? I'm going to teach you how to play today! ”

"Actually, I don't really know how to play tennis, but moderate exercise is important, so I joined this club. Your skills aren't very good, so don't let you two beauties laugh later! Jiang Haibo said modestly.

"Don't be too modest! We'll see you on the pitch in a moment! Sang Xiaorou said jokingly.

Jiang Haibo's ball skills are indeed not very good, who made him almost never contact the sport of tennis before, this time it was purely to get close to Xia Xueqing's club!

After a few games, he gradually lost the battle, and his physical strength gradually became unbearable. So, he raised his racket and begged for mercy, and he bowed to the wind, clamoring to end today's game, and then he invited them to dinner.

Sang Xiaorou looked at his embarrassed appearance, and also felt that he was really exhausted, so she laughed and agreed to his suggestion, Xia Xueqing was forced by her to have a meal with Jiang Haibo again.

Marriage, if described as a building, must be the most beautiful castle in appearance, attracting the world to rush into it with beautiful fantasies; And its interior decoration must be more terrifying than the eighteen layers of hell, because everyone who has entered it is desperate to climb out.

As interpreted in "The Siege", "those who are besieged in the city want to escape, and those outside the city want to rush in"! So, every divorced man and woman must be living a very free life after escaping, and they are happy like a fairy every day? It's very free, but it's not very happy.

Qiao Yuxuan didn't know how other unmarried men were doing, and he didn't want to know, of course, he wouldn't enter such a group - he only learned after the divorce that he knew that among these friends in the painting world, divorced were not a minority, and they also formed a "divorce front alliance", as long as they haven't jumped into the second "hell" again, they will meet regularly and do something extremely boring. It was only after receiving an invitation letter that he asked someone, and only then did he know that there was such a boring organization.

Since the news of his divorce spread in the industry, he has received greetings and disturbances from many people, and has been pitied by others with oversaturated sympathy, as if divorce is a tragic and unspeakable hidden disease, and it will hurt the parties; However, if you don't say a few words and don't show it, you will suffocate yourself. Qiao Yuxuan couldn't help but touch his face, wondering if his face was full of helplessness and frustration? That's why other people's attitudes towards him have changed so subtly? It's just inexplicable!

It's as inexplicable and unreasonable as his explosion in the painting world in the past two years!

He is just an ordinary painter, and he is copying the works of famous artists, and there is no painting created by himself! I really don't understand, the media wants to pay attention to him, it's really unreasonable!

I don't know how to blow out all kinds of beautiful words, desperately written out of the hands of reporters, constantly amplified, blindly pursued, published in newspapers, it seems that as long as reporters write like this, it is true.

God knows he's just a little painter, and of course he hopes that he can make a big career and become a painter who can start a solo exhibition one day! But that vision has not yet been achieved, in fact, it is still far from it! He really doesn't know what those media are crazy about!

He is always busy, busy in order to achieve his goals, leaving many things aside, life is simply of no quality at all, if it weren't for Xue Qing by his side...... Stop! Why did you think of her again?! Tiredly stroked the corners of his forehead, Qiao Yuxuan got up from the chair, and had no intention of working for a while, turning around to face the window.

"It's Valentine's Day, how can there be no flowers?! Come, give it to you! Sang Xiaorou asked Xia Xueqing to go shopping.

The two walked around all day until the mall was proofed. On the night of February 14, lovers all over the world had a big dinner, and the two of them had a whole day of dating without a lover. Walking on the street, Sang Xiaorou saw the seller of red roses, and ran forward to buy a large bouquet and gave it to Xia Xueqing.

When Sang Xiaorou handed a large bouquet of red roses to Xia Xueqing, she was a little stunned.

"It's red roses, and of course you have to buy red roses on Valentine's Day. Xue Qing, you don't dislike it cheesy, do you? Sang Xiaorou saw that Xia Xueqing didn't take it, so she hurriedly said.

"How so? Thank you. Xia Xueqing took it and looked down at the flowers, her eyes were full of bright red, which was a warm color.

"Thankfully, fortunately. I think roses are very romantic, so I have always liked them, although many people dislike them. ”

"How can it be vulgar? Because it represents love? If someone hates it or criticizes it because of this, then that person must be hypocritical. "Everyone longs for the most sincere and sweet love, so you shouldn't laugh at other people's expectations.

The weather is still very cold today, and Xia Xueqing immediately hails a taxi home. As soon as the car arrived at the door of the apartment, she had just gone out, and suddenly, the mobile phone in her handbag rang, and she was stunned, it was Qiao Yuxuan calling!

"Hi, Yuxuan." She stopped, picked up her phone, and the tip of her nose approached the fragrance of flowers, her whole face almost buried in it, like a ...... Buried in his chest, there was a feeling of happiness.

"Xueqing, I saw a ......," he said on the other end of the phone.

"Huh?" She responded nonchalantly.

"That person, with a bouquet of roses in his hand and several paper bags on his arm, is standing at the door of the apartment, and I think that person looks a little like you."

"Yes......" she paused, then smiled. With great strength, he restrained his desire to look upstairs, "Of course it's not me, how can it be me?" "The tone is good, serious and serious.

The other one sighed as if he had no idea, and then said, "I didn't hear you say you like roses." ”

"Because I don't particularly like it."

"Then why did you hold that bouquet of roses so tightly?" There seemed to be a strange smell in his breath.

"Because it's a gift."

"If someone else sends it, do you have to accept it?" He said with some dissatisfaction.

"It's hard to throw away other people's hearts."

Suddenly, she felt that she was being hugged so tightly from behind, and a familiar warmth made her laugh secretly, it was him, it was Qiao Yuxuan! He hugged him so tightly that she wanted to turn around to face him but couldn't, but fortunately the two of them were close to each other, and they could grind and comfort her desire for him.

"You know what? It's Valentine's Day. She said.

"So?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I want to have a lover and want a one-night stand." She muttered.

He was shocked, unable to believe what he had heard.

"Do you want to be my one-night stand man?" Her little head pushed back against his.

I only felt that his body was shocked, and he didn't move for a long time. It was so long that she was about to ask him what was wrong, but he moved! He tossed a large bouquet of flowers from her hand to the side of the trash can, then took her full hand of paper bags, took her hand, and walked towards the door of the apartment. His steps were fast, making Xia Xueqing feel that she was being blown away by a wind.

"Xueqing, you have fallen......"

That night, the night of Valentine's Day, the night that belonged to his lover, he muttered this sentence in her ear in exhaustion.

"Yes......" she said sweetly, looking at his sleeping handsome face, whispering affectionately. My one-night stand man. ”

Syllable!

"Oh!" She whispered. Unexpectedly, he hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he still had the strength to give her pretty buttocks a blow.

Before she could protest, he dragged her into his arms, patted her on the back to soothe her, and then finally fell asleep completely.