"Mo Lan," Nie Jilang said, "you don't have to take care of me."

In fact, before the two got married, he told her that she did not have to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife, she only needed to maintain the illusion of a happy couple in front of outsiders.

But Mo Lan wanted to do it.

And Nie Jilang promised her that he would try his best to satisfy her if he could satisfy her, so he played the role of a good husband and let her get the value she hoped for in this marriage.

Now, this can no longer be the case.

"Why not?" Mo Lan asked, "We are not divorced, shouldn't everything continue as usual?"

Nie Jilang said: "This is unfair to you."

Mo Lan said: "I don't think it's unfair."

Nie Jilang still took her hands away from his body, took out two sets of his clothes from the closet, and said without saying more: "I'm going to the guest room."

Mo Lan lowered his head, and his hands hanging on his sides curled up slightly: "Jilang."

Nie Jilang looked back at her and finally said: "Because of my cheating, our relationship needs to be adjusted. Let's rest first, and we will talk in detail after my dad's funeral is over."

After washing up in the guest room, it was already past four-thirty in the morning, and the sky outside the curtains seemed to begin to leak morning light.

Before going to bed, Nie Jilang turned on his phone.

Sure enough, there was another unread message from her.

And it was around two o'clock in the morning, long after they ended the call.

At first, he just used this mobile phone number to send her a text message. Yesterday morning, before sending her a photo of watching the sunrise, she added his WeChat account through her mobile phone number.

Nie Jilang himself does not use WeChat. He opened it purely for the convenience of handling some daily affairs.

Now because he communicates with her using this number, this number is about to become his personal number.

Her presence is mixed in with the cold personnel information on the phone, which is particularly abrupt.

Nie Jilang still used to send her text messages.

But she likes to send him pictures, so she uses WeChat a lot.

This time she still sent a picture.

The content of the picture is the pair of glasses he dropped into the swimming pool last night.

She photographed his glasses from the side, with a close-up on the temples of the glasses. Under the light, you can see the wetness that has not yet dried on the transparent silicone sleeves of the temples.

The voice message she sent along with the picture was: "Brother, what do you think I'm using it for?"

Her voice... was very similar to when he just carried her out of the pool last night.

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It was fun, and it really helped her sleep. Unfortunately, when she woke up in the morning, she had a runny nose and a sore throat.

I guess it was because she took off her clothes and was exposed for a long time in the air-conditioned room with the temperature turned to the lowest at night.

Wrapped in a quilt and lying on the bed, Ou Ou took out almost half a pack of tissue paper and blew his nose, but his nose still didn't stop.

Picking up her phone from the pillow, Ou Ou wanted to call the boss at the front desk and ask if there was a pharmacy nearby. She could have a fever, but a runny nose was not allowed. It was unsightly and would affect her image as a young and beautiful girl.

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The first thing I saw was that the WeChat message she sent in the middle of the night received a reply at almost five o'clock in the morning.

His reply was: [Little Ou, don’t hurt yourself]

Sure enough, he could guess it. Ouou smiled and reached for his glasses on the bedside table again, deciding not to clean them for him and just leave them like that.

At around 11:30, Ou Ou checked out of the hotel with his packed luggage, said goodbye to the boss, and got into the car of the driver waiting outside.

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Although he stopped sleeping in the tent, Dai Feiyu still didn't sleep well.

They lived in a youth hostel. The boys' room was an eight-person room, which was more than the four-person room Dai Fei and he had in the school dormitory. Except for the two classmates he was traveling with, the other five people were grinding their teeth and snoring.

One is higher than the other, one after another, like a symphony concert.

In the morning, Dai Feiyu and Dai Feiyu did not participate in the activity where two girls bought specialties. He only felt a little more energetic after catching up on his sleep and checking out at noon.

Dai Feiyu was responsible for driving the first half of the return journey.

After leaving the small fishing village and encountering the first traffic light, the two boys pointed out the window and said, "That Bentley, that Bentley again."

Dai Feiyu glanced over and saw the Bentley parked in front of a drugstore on the roadside.

Two girls were wondering why two boys were always so excited when they saw that car.

The two boys explained that this was just like women discussing designer bags.

The two girls encouraged the two boys to work hard and they would be able to afford it sooner or later.

Dai Feiyu leaned forward and adjusted the scope of his field of vision - a figure was shaking in the drugstore, with what seemed to be another rose-colored head.

The rubber band of her hair tie was still in his hand.

There was a car behind me honking its horn.

Dai Feiyu turned back to the front and found that the green light was already on. He concentrated on the car and drove out. Only after the car passed the intersection, he saw in the rearview mirror the distant rose head coming from the pharmacy.

He came out and disappeared in an instant as his car turned the corner.

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In the pharmacy, Ouou took apart the medicine and drank it with mineral water, then returned to the car.

The amazing thing was that when she returned to the old bungalow, there was ready-made snow pear stewed with rock sugar to drink.

Ouou excitedly sent a message asking him if he had come back.

But before he could reply, Ou Ou judged from the taste of rock sugar stewed snow pears that it was not made by him.

She had never eaten the rock sugar stewed snow pear he made. This rock sugar stewed snow pear also tasted very good, but it was magical. She could taste it and it was not made by him.

She feels that everyone cooks, even if the dishes are different, there is always a fixed and personal taste in it, which can be distinguished after eating a lot. He also has his own taste.

Her taste buds are quite good. He asked her to try his new dishes before. He really found the right person.

And it will be a week before he finishes his work.

During this week, Ou Ou checked out all the discos, nightclubs and bars she was interested in. She also dyed her hair a new black color because of its new growth, and started to teach herself how to smoke.

Smoking, drinking, dancing, etc., doesn’t that mean smoking...?

Ou Ou didn't smoke in the old bungalow because he was afraid that his furniture was expensive. If she accidentally burned a hole in his carpet or sofa, she couldn't afford to pay for it. Of course, there was nothing she could do if she had to pay, after all.

She is priceless as a person.

Secondly, she knew that the smell of smoke is highly contagious and can easily leave a smell in the home. The unpleasant smell in places like nightclubs and bars is mixed with smoke.

He did not notify him in advance that he was finished. When Ou Ou asked him before, he said that he could not estimate how many days it would take before and after the funeral.

She stopped bothering him for several days.

Ouou himself didn't go to a bar to dance that night. He chose a KTV, booked a small box, and hid in it alone and sang loudly.
Chapter completed!