Mr. Han took a comfortable milk bath and applied a whitening mask, then lay happily on the soft bed and played with his mobile phone.
These days are so comfortable.
While eating fruit, Mr. Han was scrolling through her mobile phone, wishing she could post on Moments to show off her splendid boudoir.
This is where people live!
One o'clock in the morning.
Mr. Han’s beautiful big eyes were as big as copper bells.
I've finished eating the fruit and my phone is almost out of battery.
But Mr. Han was stunned and couldn't sleep.
"Brother Zhang, are you asleep?"
Mr. Han sent a WeChat voice message.
"I just had a late-night snack with Brother Xiao, and I'm going to go to Mona Lisa to sing K all night long."
Brother Zhang is back.
"So cool? Brother Zhang, can I come over and join in the fun? I've had a golden voice since I was a child, with sweet high notes and deep bass. Can I show you my skills?"
Mr. Han really couldn't sleep.
Although the bed is soft and the bedroom is large, it is empty and unreliable.
"Which big man comes to a ktv in the middle of the night to sing? Mr. Han, if you have nothing to do, go and watch TV dramas. Don't spoil my mood."
Brother Zhang replied to WeChat, put down his phone, and cracked two poached eggs into instant noodles.
Tonight, instant noodles with bird's nest is a bit weird.
Mr. Han, who was holding the mobile phone, curled his lips and felt a little regretful.
What kind of bad idea are you thinking?
Why didn't this bastard just let go of this fake divorce?
Shengsing and singing every day and every night, it is not a problem to live in a state of dissipation.
Mr. Han was a little unwilling and sent a WeChat video call to Brother Zhang asking for an inspection.
But as soon as the bell rang, Brother Zhang hung up.
"What do you mean?" Brother Zhang was furious.
"Let me see, I haven't gone to a nightclub to spend money in my whole life." Mr. Han was a little bit amused.
Is that nightclub really that fun? A bunch of naughty foxes are posing there, don’t you think it’s greasy?
"It's nothing fun, just to pass the time. Not to mention, I just ordered a song called "Intimate Lover" and it's time for me to sing it."
Brother Zhang put down his cell phone and had a midnight snack.
He was shirtless, wearing only underpants, but he was sweating profusely.
The day is getting hotter and hotter, and there is no air conditioning at home. Who can bear the temperature of 30 to 40 degrees Celsius?
It's time to install an air conditioner.
The bathroom also needs to be renovated. Not to mention the entire bathtub, the shower head needs to be bigger, otherwise the water will fluctuate in volume, making washing unpleasant.
After finishing the midnight snack, Brother Zhang went back to the bedroom to study it. The space was actually not too small. He moved the bed to the side and could add a camp bed.
Mr. Han checked WeChat and threw his phone away angrily.
Do you still know your true love?
Brother Zhang, which century's aesthetics do you have?
Can those vixens sing this antique song?
Mr. Han tossed and turned and didn't go to bed until almost four in the morning.
Brother Zhang felt better and went to bed at 3:30.
At this moment, my mind is still full of thinking about how to renovate this old house, otherwise I will definitely fall asleep at three o'clock.
…
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Binhai City is scrolling with the divorce news of Junsheng CEO Han Jiangxue.
The news also included several photos of the two walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The reason for the divorce was that CEO Han couldn't bear the domestic violence and divorced angrily.
In those photos, Han Jiangxue wore sunglasses and looked gloomy.
In addition to covering up the sadness of the divorce, the sunglasses seemed to be covering the bruises at the corners of her eyes.
"You'll die quickly if you show affection! You deserve it!"
In the past month, the major billboards in Binhai City seem to have been contracted by President Junsheng, either showing off their marriage certificates or celebrating birthdays with great fanfare.
Is it okay now?
Did you get beaten?
Can't you make it through?
At 12:30 noon, Dai Meng, the head of the Junsheng President Office, held a press conference and heartbrokenly denounced the domestic violence man Zhang Ruoyu.
Each media outlet paid a thousand yuan for travel expenses, and they must make sure that Mr. Han’s ex-husband is disgraced and dies a good death!
In the Director's Office of the Catering Department, Zhang Ruoyu was making tea skillfully, with a slightly solemn look on his face.
Isn't Mr. Han playing a little big?
This punch must not have a hundred years of skill?
Looking back, I will become a street rat in Binhai City...
The catering department staff group exploded.
The work groups of various departments in Junsheng were all blown up.
Although Brother Zhang didn't go out, he could hear the noise outside the door. It must be Mr. Han's admirers within the group who came to the door...
However, Brother Zhang is a veteran of Beimang. He met with Junsheng Security Chief Ye Xingchen early in the morning and gave him two pieces of money. He had only one purpose, to protect Brother Zhang.
Early in the morning, Brother Zhang received hundreds of WeChat messages, most of which criticized him and scolded him angrily.
Brother Zhang didn't bother to explain, so he hid in the office drinking tea and watching short videos.
Ding dong.
Another WeChat message came in.
Zhang Ruoyu was too lazy to look at it at first, but when he saw the profile picture, he turned out to be his aunt.
He hurriedly picked up the phone.
"Why divorce?"
A concise and concise sentence, but it frightened Brother Zhang.
Auntie wants to take care of herself?
Divorcing after two months of marriage, treating marriage as a child's play?
Zhang Ruoyu thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to make it up to fool his aunt.
My aunt sent another WeChat message.
"I don't believe that the man I brought up would beat his wife."
