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Maybe it's because a breakup is better than a newlywed, or maybe lovers are more passionate than couples. In short, Zhang Jin lived in Ye Hong's single apartment for six days, and it can be said that he enjoyed the tenderness that he had never tasted after several years of marriage.

In the past few days, except for occasionally going out to buy groceries with Ye Hong, or going to the mall to add two pieces of clothing as props, Zhang Jin did not go out for sightseeing. He just stayed at home in Ye Hong's nest, being a housewife. Even though Ye Hong, who is extremely enterprising, did not specifically ask for leave to accompany Zhang Jin, the tender moments when she rushes back from get off work at noon every day, and the lingering love to death every night until midnight are destined to become passionate moments that Zhang Jin will never forget.

But no matter how beautiful the music is, it will eventually come to an end. After six days, it was finally time for Zhang Jin to leave.

Looking at Ye Hong, who was still pretending to be happy and helping her pack her luggage even though her eyes were filled with mist, Zhang Jin also felt sad. In fact, he really wanted to say, "Ye Zi, come back with me!" However,

In the end, he didn't say anything. Because he knew that Ye Hong would not agree, just like he would rather divorce than give up his career a few months ago. What a cute stubbornness and persistence, but a hateful careerism and career ambition!

The depressing atmosphere filled with parting sorrow made Zhang Jin feel a little uncomfortable. He said with a smile when he had nothing to say: "Yi Zi, please stop working. I didn't bring anything with me when I came. Isn't that fine? How did I get it?"

When you arrive, your hands are empty, but when you return, you have a lot of bags?"

Ye Hong also took this opportunity to temporarily get rid of the sadness of parting, and said with an angry smile: "How can I come here and not bring back any gifts for relatives and friends?" After saying that, Ye Hong looked at the man sitting aside again.

Zhang Jin, who refused to give up, called to his side, pointed at each package in the suitcase one by one and muttered: "Remember, this is for my dad...this is for my mom...this is cute...

…this……"

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Time is always so ruthless, never stopping for anyone, it always moves so persistently and accurately. It has gone through the reluctance of Zhang Jin and Ye Hong, and the reluctant farewell of the two. In the end, without mercy

Take the plane carrying Ye Hong's lover away from her sight.

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Ye Hong, who was on the ground watching the plane gradually go away, felt depressed, and Zhang Jin, who was on the plane watching the ground quietly obscured by white clouds, was also confused.

Until the A330 under his butt shot up into the blue sky, Zhang Jin was still in a daze as he carefully recalled every moment of the past few days. Anxiety, nervousness, fear, loss, sweetness, reluctance... many emotions were mixed together, and he was in a daze.

I don’t even know what it tastes like, it’s probably the so-called mixed flavors.

Zhang Jin remained in a state of daydreaming for a long time, until the flight meal started and was interrupted by the friendly service of the flight attendant.

Zhang Jin, who was still in a daze, mechanically took the lunch box handed over by the stewardess, and stupidly took a spoonful of rice from the lunch box and put it into his mouth. As soon as Zhang Jin took a bite, he couldn't help but spit it out again. He was in a daze.

He was also completely awakened by the 'unbeatable' texture and taste. After this bite of rice, Zhang Jin finally understood what the real 'taste of wax' was. Not only did this rice taste exactly the same as paraffin, the taste was also almost the same.

"I originally thought that the flight meals of those airlines in my own country were terrible enough, but I didn't expect that the flight meals of Malay Airlines are even more unpalatable! For this reason, we don't even eat chicken at home."

As mentioned before, although Zhang Jin likes food, he is definitely not picky about food. But this time, Zhang Jin really couldn't eat anymore. Isn't this too unpalatable?

He frowned and glanced at the lunch box that made him "daunted", and then glanced at the "commates" in front and behind him who were frowning but still stuffing rice into their mouths as if they were being tortured. Zhang Jin stood

He stood up, opened the suitcase on his head, and pretended to take something from the bag, but in fact, he secretly took out several packages from his storage space.

After carefully looking around to make sure that no one noticed his little move, Zhang Jin closed the suitcase door and sat down with a few packages. First, he scanned the neighbors who were struggling to make ends meet and accumulated some advantages.

Feeling more happy, I tore open the package and started chewing.

The 'Fruit Milk Cake' baked by the master chef is sweet and soft; the 'braised beef' cooked by the master chef has a rich sauce aroma; the 'Beggar's Chicken' cooked by the master chef has an unparalleled taste...

After comparing with the airplane food, the delicious food becomes even more delicious; after comparing with the surrounding 'neighbors', the happiness at the entrance of the food is also stronger. As the saying goes, 'happiness based on the pain of others is the

happiest'.

Zhang Jin, who didn't care about his image at all, was in a happy mood and showed off his teeth while eating here, but his neighbors on the same plane who were already tortured by the in-flight meal were in a miserable state. It was already quite impressive to eat the in-flight meal in a decent manner.

It's a difficult thing. When Zhang Jin comes up with such a contrast that seems to be between heaven and earth, it's like when others are eating bird's nest and shark's fin, but I am nibbling cold steamed buns at the same time. How can I swallow it?

Although everyone around them was secretly salivating, this was a first-class cabin after all. Almost everyone sitting in this first-class cabin had at least a small fortune, and almost everyone paid great attention to style and appearance, even if they smelled

The alluring fragrance made me swallow hard, but I could only look calm and relaxed, refusing to show my greedy look. But the reason why it is said to be almost here is naturally because there are exceptions.

Just when Zhang Jin was half-lying on the small table in front of his seat and eating happily, a chubby little face suddenly appeared from one side of the small table. This was a little girl of three or four years old, who had to stand on tiptoe to force herself.

Let part of the whole little face be exposed on the table. The pink and tender face with big black eyes and small nose, coupled with the posture of eating fingers at this time, the cute appearance makes Zhang Jin want to quietly put this little face

The girl stole it and took it home to keep in her pocket!

Note, it is necessary to emphasize here that Zhang Jin is definitely not a perverted lolicon, nor is he a fan of Genji. The only reason is that this little girl is so cute and adorable!

Seeing the little girl staring at her hands with her big eyes without blinking, her little throat would move from time to time, making a loud "Gulu" or "Gulu" swallowing sound. Zhang Jin kept holding a slap in his right hand.

Thick slices of beef, holding the golden cake in his left hand, he was frozen in the posture, and he said with a knowing smile: "Little beauty, are you here to have something to do with uncle?" That expression, no matter how you look at it, looks like the legendary salty man.

Wet uncle.

After listening to Zhang Jin's question, the little girl blinked her big eyes, took a step back, held the corner of the princess's skirt with one hand like a lady, bowed lightly and said politely: "Uncle, hello.

, I am Nini!" He said, extending his right hand like a grown-up.

The little girl's cute and ladylike behavior almost made Zhang Jin blurt out the classic line in a vulgar manner - little sister, can uncle take you to see the goldfish?

Fortunately, Zhang Jin finally maintained his last trace of elegance, just smiled gently, and nodded formally: "Hello, Miss Nini, my surname is Zhang, you can call me Uncle Zhang!"

Then, under the "following" of the little girl's "hot" gaze, he put down the glistening beef in his right hand, wiped it on the paper towel next to him, then stretched out his hand to hold it with the little girl's waiting little hand.

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"Now, Miss Nini, can you tell Uncle Zhang, do you have anything to do with him?" After letting go of the little girl's hand, Zhang Jin continued to ask questions knowingly.

At this time, the little girl was a little coy and embarrassed, and stammered in a low voice: "Nini just... just wanted to ask, what Uncle Zhang was eating just now? Is it delicious?"

"Nini should tell uncle first, is the food Nini is eating delicious?" Zhang Jin couldn't help teasing when he saw the little girl put her left hand into her mouth again.

The little girl was embarrassed and quickly took out her left hand that was in her mouth and carried it behind her back. Her little face was as red as an apple and she said in a panic: "It doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good!"

Zhang Jin couldn't help but laugh again when he saw the little girl's cute look. After passing a tissue to the little girl to wipe her hands, he pretended to be serious and said: "Uncle is very stupid, so he didn't eat what he ate before, okay?"

It’s delicious! I wonder if uncle has the honor to invite Miss Nini to help taste it?”

The little girl, who had lowered her head in embarrassment at first, suddenly raised her head after hearing Zhang Jin's words. Her pair of cute big eyes radiated a massive amount of star-like light, and she answered in a sweet, crisp, and impatient voice: "
Chapter completed!