Chapter 93 She Actually Called Him That

Chapter 93 She Actually Called Him That

Cui Jing fell silent.

Zhai Yang heard her mumble, "You must be joking."

"I don't like you." Cui Jing said quickly: "There is no possibility for us. We are divorced. Let's part ways amicably. I wish you happiness. Goodbye."

After the call was hung up, Zhai Yang saw his friend's teasing look, "What kind of look is that?"

"What's with that expression on your face? You're smiling so... I almost don't recognize you. You've been married for a year and a half, and you're still smiling when your wife calls and scolds you. My bet." The friend shut up in time after losing the bet badly.

People in their circle made a bet on how long the relationship between the young master of the Zhai family and a beautiful "proletarian" woman could last. He bet on it for a year, not expecting to make a small profit, but just for fun. Now it has been more than a year.

When Zhai Yang heard this, he realized that his face was very tense. It turned out that he had been laughing for a long time.

He didn't know when it started, but when he saw that man's face, he no longer felt any emotion. On the contrary, when he thought of Cui Jing, he felt very strange.

Thinking about it carefully, he and Xue Yijie have been entangled for so long, except for the mutual choice in college, it was all unilateral force since then. There was not even a kiss between them, and both parties could not let go of their grudges because of the male sexual intercourse method.

But it was also because of this that he fell in love with Xue Yiji the moment he saw her. Isn’t that love?

——Love is really complicated. He sighed.

He really wanted to see Cui Jing at this moment, he had been thinking about it a few days ago.

The person accompanying him on this overseas inspection was the partner from the last time he worked at Guomao. He wore a fancy mixed gemstone ring on his hand and was a passionate wife slave. At that time, he bought clothes for his wife after work, and she felt competitive. She bought a lot of Chinese luxury goods and brought them back to China. Due to policy changes, she also paid more than 200,000 yuan in tariffs.

The partner thought he and his wife were having a quarrel, so he suggested something like "a woman's sense of ritual." "My husband wants everything to be a ritual." "I bought this fancy wedding ring because my wife liked it."

Zhai Yang didn't explain the divorce, he just listened.

"We buy one bouquet of each theme from the flower website and deliver it in the morning, noon and evening. If we deliver it for a full month, we will have emptied all the matching colors in the store. This is not as romantic as those brand-name bags we give away." The partner patted him on the shoulder.

So Zhai Yang sent her lots of flowers. During the day, he couldn't help but buy a single type of Freud rose. He always felt that roses had different meanings.

She guessed that it was from him. Although she was scolded a few times, she could guess that it was from her, and Zhai Yang felt secretly happy.

He wanted to see her immediately.

Zhai Yang had a dream at night. In the dream, he was hugging a body, smooth and plump, with slender limbs. Her body was tightly twisting his body, and she was moaning in pain. He saw the red-eyed face clearly, and the woman slapped him in the face.

Zhai Yang opened his eyes and recalled the burning slap his ex-wife had given him a few months ago.

He recalled it suddenly in the middle of the night with a bit of shame. She had seen him in such a state when he was kneeling on the ground, and later... later she had been drugged and went to the bathroom to satisfy her needs, separated by a wall.

While his wife was sleeping, he was like an animal satisfying his physical needs in the bathtub over and over again, because his wife was destined not to give him any.

Recalling these, his body became more impulsive, and all the blood in his body seemed to gather somewhere. He thought about her voice, her body, and her naked appearance. He wanted to possess her, and she would probably refuse angrily and then curse.

"Quiet."

All the fantasies in his mind were mixed together, and he could hardly distinguish between the reality and fantasy that had happened. He was rubbing her body, a female body.

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Zhai Yang made a mess of the hotel bed, and the woody smell of pheromones was very humid.

He threw off the quilt and went to the bathroom to wash up, and shamelessly called the service to come in and clean up.

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"We have to leave quickly." As soon as Cui Jing hung up the phone, she ran to the pet store to pack up the desensitized pet Buhei, and asked her aunt to take all the flowers away. She called Xue Yijie repeatedly, and after the line was busy several times, she got through and got straight to the point.

"We are leaving tomorrow. Do you have any questions?" Cui Jing told her the departure time.

"Why did the time suddenly change?"

Thinking about going out, Cui Jing thought of Zhai Yang and had a headache. She was still emotional and said, "Plans cannot keep up with changes."

"Sure, I'm fine. Are you packing your things?" He heard the noise coming from Cui Jing's side. "I'll come find you."

"Why did you come to see me? Have you packed your own luggage? Have you handed over the matters at the gallery? I have looked in several cities, but I may not be able to come back during the Chinese New Year."

Xue Yijie was stunned.

How come it took so long? The Chinese New Year was around February and I was away for more than three months.

So they're going to spend the New Year away from home? She's not going home? Not with her family?

She spent the New Year with me. It was like a dream.

"It's okay. I've finished my gallery business and closed it directly. I've also let my assistant go home on holiday." Xue Yijie lied without changing his expression. He decided to close the gallery tomorrow and let Chen Zhen go back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year.

He is such a good boss.

"Anyway, don't come." Cui Jing looked at the mess on the floor. She had never felt her things were so messy and had so many things before. She warned, "Don't come. Go to bed early. I'm going to hang up first."

Buhei ran into the suitcase again. She took Buhei out of the suitcase and said softly, "No need to foster him anymore. Mommy will take Buhei out to play. Originally, I said I would foster you for a short time, but now it's too long. You should go with mommy."

The not-black, round head rubs against this and that.

"So beautiful." The phone rang again. Cui Jing hurriedly answered the phone and put her hands on her shoulder. "Don't come. I have to go out shopping tomorrow. Be good and go to bed early."

"Hmm?" Xue Yijie didn't say anything. The phone was so quiet that she seemed to be able to hear the breathing of the other end. Cui Jing felt a little more playful.

"Are you angry because I hung up on you just now?" Cui Jing felt her neck was a little sore. She lifted Buhei up like a child and comforted him skillfully:

"Be good, puppy."

"Meow!" Buhei called out.

"Good night." Cui Jing hung up the phone.

Zhai Yang looked at the hung up phone. He had been smoking for a long time and took out the wine from the wine cabinet. He knew it was bad for his health, but he still did it. He walked to the window and looked at the sleeping city at night. There were only a few lights and the streets were deserted. It was different from China, where some people would not start their nightlife until 10 o'clock.

"puppy?"

Zhai Yang half-closed his eyes and took a puff of cigarette. Smoke filled his mouth, and the sound of his bite and the air he inhaled allowed the smoke to enter deeper into his lungs and trachea. The shadows in the glass window were blurred and distorted by the smoke.

"She actually calls him that, so affectionate...puppy."

He slowly exhaled bluish-white smoke, and the red light on the coffee table gradually disappeared.

The next day when Xue Yijie came to Cui Jing, she saw something scattered all over the floor. Cui Jing's house had never been so messy. She was like a thief, with two suitcases spread on the ground.

Cui Jing squatted on the ground and stuffed the corner of the clothes that fell out of the box into it. Xue Yijie looked at her fair neck and pressed it against it. Cui Jing pushed him away unhappily and said, "I'm packing my things. Bring a thin scarf."

Cui Jing was walking around in the living room, even if she wasn't dark. Xue Yijie had changed into a bright but not exaggerated outfit when he came to see her today, but Cui Jing was too busy to even look at him.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry out, I have something to do, bring everything with you."

Cui Jing had already changed into a pair of flat shoes. Xue Yijie walked over and took her warm hand, feeling happy again.