: Release

In the cinema, Jiang Xingxing held the popcorn and turned his head to look at the man beside him.

The light and shadow of the screen was projected on his handsome face, and a pair of calm peach blossom eyes looked at the screen, but under this tranquility, there were undercurrents.

He didn't speak all night.

Although most of the time, this man is silent, the silence tonight is somewhat elusive.

Jiang Xingxing chewed a rice flower and made a crisp sound.

She carefully handed the popcorn box to Shangjie, but he reached out to block it.

He did not eat sweet food, which was expected, so Jiang Xingxing awkwardly took back the popcorn box.

Two minutes later, Shang Jie landed his arm on her thin shoulders and hugged her to his side.

So I realized the loss in her heart, so I used this action to tell her that everything is OK?

Jiang Xingxing really couldn't understand this man anymore.

After watching the movie, the two returned home. Jiang Xingxing asked Shang Jie: "You took me to the clinic today. Are Lawrence angry?"

Shang Jie unbuttoned the second button of his shirt. Hearing this, a sharp cold light overflowed in his eyes: "What is his position to be angry?"

Jiang Xingxing saw the two of them being tense just now. Although they were separated by a glass wall, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see that there was a big conflict between the two.

"Would you like to tell me?"

Jiang Xingxing walked over and flexibly untied his tie with his slender white fingers: "Maybe I can help?"

Shang Jie looked at her with his eyes down. She was wearing a close-fitting beige turtleneck sweater, with a graceful figure and a slender waist that could almost allow him to grasp.

This is his legitimate wife whom he married home, and she can only have him a husband.

At this moment, his eyes that looked down at her like this were always gentle, but at this moment, Jiang Xingxing sensed a hint of chill.

"What the hell is going on?"

"fine."

Shang Jie turned around calmly and ended the topic.

Jiang Xingxing cried, crying very aggrievedly. He held his knees and sat on the head of the bed, looking at him resentfully.

Shang Jie knew in his heart that he had just lost control. Although he refused to admit what Lawrence said today, he could not control himself to think about it over and over again. Those words were entrenched in his heart like poisonous snakes.

"How can you guarantee that she thought that it wouldn't be another man."

He told himself over and over again that that person was an existence he imagined, and that person was essentially... himself.

...

Shang Jie, who came out of the shower, calmed down a lot.

The girl he bullied sat on the head of the bed, feeling pitiful, he regretted and felt distressed.

After going to bed, he sat next to her, pulling her fingers like a child who made a mistake but refused to apologize.

Jiang Xingxing turned around and left.

"I can't control myself."

He asked softly, "How do you feel?"

She had red eyes and was about to go to the guest room to sleep with her pillow. Shang Jie grabbed her hand and pulled her back and hugged her tightly.

"sorry."

He hugged her tightly helplessly: "I shouldn't have been like that, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Jiang Xingxing could feel his emotional ups and downs, and he was always very strange tonight.

Jiang Xingxing pushed him away: "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm really going to be angry."

Regarding this matter, he has always been like a lump in Shang Jie's heart. He often chooses to avoid talking about it, just like an ostrich burying his head into the sand. As long as he doesn't say it, the two can maintain this intimate relationship between husband and wife.

As long as he loves her more, she may be able to really like him and be willing to be his wife, and be alone... Even if the second personality really disappears completely in the future, she will have no attachment because the only person she loves deeply is himself.

But turning a blind eye does not mean that everything does not exist.

Jiang Xingxing always likes to stare into his eyes, as if she is looking for something.

Shang Jie's mind is extremely keen, and he cannot sense it. Jiang Xingxing was trying to find another person's trace. She wanted to see the other side of him through his eyes, the personality that was blocked and suppressed by him.

This time, Shang Jie finally stopped ignoring and said, "What do you think about... me and him?"

Jiang Xingxing was stunned: "Who are you?"

"Second personality."

Jiang Xingxing shook his head for granted: "What are you, he is obviously alone."

“Theoretically, he is my imagination, but there are many differences between us.

Maybe you like his freedom and willfulness, I don’t have these. He can accompany you to the bar and dance until dawn, and I will only ask you to go home.

He can do whatever you want with you, but I will just say no, no…”

"These are all differences between us, I can't be sure who you prefer, or maybe you stay with me just because you can't bear to leave him."

After Shang Jie calmly stated these things, Jiang Xingxing was completely stunned. She had never considered this issue so thoroughly.

"I never regard you as two people. You share memories, feelings, and even emotions. How can you be two people? "I just think that my husband is different from other men. Others have relatively stable personalities. My husband will have different versatility because of illness, but you can't be positive and optimistic because of sometimes being calm and calm. You must be two people."

She curled her lips, and showed a dissatisfaction on her face: "You have to say this, making me feel like I'm cheating..."

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It is clear that everything is his own problem, so what position does he have to blame his wife for liking him for his other side?

Just like when a person faces different environments, he always has different ways of dealing with it. The second personality is the more optimistic personality he splits out when facing pain, but in essence, he is still himself.

Shang Jie has let go.

The heavy stones pressing against his heart disappeared, and he felt unprecedented ease and pleasure.

In the past, Shang Jie would always think of one thing, that is, how to achieve your goals, whether it is academic or career.

But I don’t know when his emotions have gradually overwhelmed his reason.

He knew that many things should not be done or not, but he would still do them. He would try his best to please her without hesitation. He would accompany her to the bar and be willing to hold her and dance.

From the moment he fell in love with her, he no longer had the former Shang Jing. He still cares about what kind of personality or disposition does. Who stipulates that Shang Jing can only be the same as before, and who stipulates that he cannot make more changes to please her and become the way she loves?

"You are a patient and sometimes you can't control your emotions. I don't blame you."

She cleared her throat: "But..."

Of course there is "but", there is no consideration and understanding in the world for no reason, especially his scheming little wife.

Shang Jie smiled lightly, asked her to lie down, twisted her sheet, and then leaned against her with her head: "You said, I promise you everything."

"The weekend is Mingjin's birthday, so I won't go home, okay?"

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Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Xingxing held his arm and said coquettishly: "Girls    night, Mr. Shang?"

"If you don't come back, how can I sleep?"

Shang Jie was very unhappy.

"You can't sleep without me?"

Jiang Xingxing muttered: "No way, Mr. Shang, are you a baby?"

Shang Jie said with confidence: "I recognize the bed and my wife. If you are not here, you can't sleep."

"I don't care. I'm not angry yet if you bully me like this today. If you don't agree, I'll be angry."

As she said that, she bulged her cheeks and threatened him.

After the two talked for a long time, Shang Jie felt ashamed and gave in and said, "It's only one night."

"Yeah, just one night!"

Jiang Xingxing hugged Shang Jie and kissed him: "My man is still good, I love me very much."

Shang Jie wanted to laugh, but he held on and looked serious.

...

On Mingjin's birthday, the troupe's friends cleaned up the Red House Theater, and the lights and decorations were quite festive.

Several of my friends have been having fun together since childhood. No matter who their birthday is, they will celebrate it and have fun.

Mingjin dressed up carefully today and wore her most beautiful red skirt. Her figure has always been graceful and thin where she should be thin, but she is also very informative in the areas where she should be full.

She was older than Jiang Xingxing, and she was about to be twenty-seven this year. She lost the girl's ignorance and matured early.

Compared to her, even Jiang Xingxing, who was already married, looked young, let alone Mingjue who had not yet grown up.

There was a storm tonight, and the strong wind slapped against the not-so-solid window frames, making a rustling sound.
To be continued...