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"There's no way I like you."

"It's okay."

……

Jiang Jiu recalled these few words, raised his eyes with a smile, and chuckled: "If it weren't for Mr. Wen locking me in the hospital these days and sending someone to guard the gate, I would really be touched by Mr. Wen's deep affection." ”

Wen Xili lowered his head and took a sip of his drink, he ignored Jiang Jiu's provocation, and only said lightly: "Because you are disobedient." If you are a little more obedient, the two of us will be a little more comfortable. ”

"Your so-called obedience is at your mercy and do whatever you want?" The calm smile on Jiang Jiu's face couldn't be maintained, and she grimaced, "I tell you, I can't give birth to this child, don't dream about me!" ”

The man seemed to disdain to worry about her, ignored her words, picked up the chopsticks casually, and ate the food that was delivered.

It's noon, and the Hong Kong-style restaurant is full of people and lively.

The owner of the restaurant is a Hong Kong immigrant who has been here for more than ten years, and the restaurant is full of regular customers.

A room of Chinese, chatting in their hometown, Jiang Jiu heard a few Rongcheng accents, her eyes darkened slightly, she lowered her head and didn't pay any more attention to Wen Xili, and silently drank the creamy mushroom soup in front of her.

I ate until half past one in the afternoon.

Wen Xili should also wait for work and payment to settle the bill, so he pulled her into the car.

Jiang Jiu sat in the car, hugged his legs, and looked at the traffic outside the window.

I still feel that no matter how long I live here, I feel that this city is unfamiliar.

Ginger pursed his lips and gently rested his chin on his knees.

She's a little homesick.

*

Back at Wen's house, ginger wine was led back to his room.

"I might be back later in the evening." The man turned his back to her and stood in front of her changing clothes, "You're bored, you can go downstairs and walk around the garden." But don't go too far," he tilted his head and glanced at her, "you'll get lost." ”

Jiang Jiu had a cold little face, ignoring him.

The man looked at her and leaned over in front of her, his warm fingers on her cheek.

"What's the matter," he looked at her, "you want me to stay with you?" ”

"Fuck off." Jiang Jiu shook off his hand and didn't give him a good look.

The man chuckled lightly, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, "Jiu'er, be good, I will make you the happiest woman in the world." ”

Jiang Jiu raised his eyes and glared at him.

The other party didn't think it was a pestle, and she was still calm and calm, after all, she was already a turtle in the urn, and no matter how much she tossed, it could only be like this.

She lifted the covers, got in, turned her back to him, and ignored him.

Behind him came the sound of rustling, followed by the footsteps of a man leaving.

Jiang Jiu bit her lip unconsciously, she looked at the void opposite, listened to Wen Xili's steady steps of leaving, and thought to herself, she must go.

How could he be so proud, and after harming her life, he was still so calm?

There was a bit of gloom in her eyes, and a little blood appeared in her mouth, it was her lips that had been bitten by herself, but the ginger wine was still unaware.

Her body's tolerance for pain seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

*

Wen Xili said that he would stay at home with her for a few days, and sure enough, he stayed at home to accompany her.

Although Jiang Jiu was very hopeful, he quickly gave her a fuck out of the way, don't bother her in front of her.

After being pestered by him for three days, the man finally agreed and took her out for a walk.

Early the next morning.

Spring in Chicago is much warmer than in Banyan City.

Ginger Liquor wore only a thin knit sweater with a drooping neckline, revealing thin shoulders and steep collarbones, and stood in the bathroom to wash.

She looked in the mirror and found that her face was very bad.

His face was pale, and he even had dark circles under his eyes.

That guy did it......

She scolded Wen Xili in her heart, and saw Wen Xili come in naked.

Seeing that she was brushing her teeth, he leaned over and kissed her on the face, and quickly dodged when she almost sprayed him with a mouthful of toothpaste foam.

"Poof." He smiled a little, looking a little smug.

"......" Jiang Jiu gave him an expressionless look, too lazy to take care of this naïve man, lowered his head and rinsed his mouth, quickly washed his face, and gave him the bathroom.

It has been almost a month since the last violent quarrel at home, and the blood stains she left in the house have long been wiped clean, and they have not been left for a long time, and the maid at home has already returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and continue to take care of her as usual.

Even Wen Xili rarely provoked her to anger again, as if the matter of his change of dressing had already passed.

But just like the scars left on her wrists that can't be removed, her faintly bulging lower abdomen and her increasingly inability to lift up her spirit are all reminding her that her body is still suffering from sequelae.

She subconsciously bit her lip and bit on the same wound, and there was a strong smell of blood in her mouth, the man opened the door and came out, ginger swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, and looked at the man's gentle and calm side face.

The eyes are dark.

*

Wen Xili first took her to a nearby Chinatown for breakfast.

Soy milk fritters, dumplings chaos, and even freshly baked xiao long bao.

Jiang Jiu realized that after coming to Chicago for so long, in terms of food, Wen Xili chose Chinese food, although it was clear that his taste was very Western.

He was still accommodating her.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the soy milk in the man's hand, he didn't seem to be very Westernized to eat this kind of thing, so she took a sip and put it down.

She tasted the chaos, and then said lightly: "You don't like to eat these, you don't need to reluctantly cooperate with me." ”

The man looked up at her.

Jiang Jiu said very seriously: "As long as you let me go back, you can eat whatever you like." ”

"......," he laughed again, reaching out and squeezing her cheek, "fool." ”

Jiang Jiu: "You want to eat things you don't like with me for the rest of your life, do you find it funny?" ”

"We have different tastes, different tastes, and no common interests and hobbies, you will not be happy when you are with me."

"Finished?" Wen Xili handed over a freshly fried fritters, "You like to eat this, try it." ”

"......" Jiang Jiu glared at him, only to feel that this guy was stubborn, and the oil and salt did not enter, so he took the fritters and took a hateful bite, chewing hard, as if he was biting his flesh and blood.

"I think that living with different people can make life longer."

Jiang Jiu raised his eyes to look at him.

The man propped his face and smiled slightly at her.

His face seemed to glow in the sunlight.

"What's the point of living with someone who is exactly the same?" His eyes were a little gentle, "I'm not a narcissist. ”