Wen Ning was detained by him, and felt a little uncomfortable: "You don't smoke so hard..."

Jiang Shu was stunned: "You don't like it, I haven't smoked it for a long time..."

Wen Ning didn't say anything for a while, the man sighed and glanced at the instant noodles on the table: "I'm hungry, eat a bowl of noodles with me, and I'll go."

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Chapter 57

Jiang Shu has never eaten junk food like instant noodles in his life. His eldest young master is used to being pampered, so how could Wen Ning not know.

Wen Ning raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Stop eating instant noodles, I'll order food for you."

Jiang Shu didn't know where the energy came from. He was very rebellious and shook his head: "If you don't eat anything else, you will eat it."

In fact, he really wanted to get rid of the last "de", but now he has no status in front of Wen Ning, he is very humble, and it is not easy to eat instant noodles. Angry, this little girl can drive people out without saying a word.

Wen Ning glanced at the instant noodles on the table, took it and stuffed it into his arms, whispering, "What do you like to eat..." He was reluctant to ask him to eat something good.

Jiang Shu looked at the thing in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Am I doing it myself?"

Wen Ning blinked innocently.

Jiang Shu's energy came up and he didn't go down again. A big man who didn't even want to show his final face, he still caught her and sold her miserably. She casually threw her face into her hands, and then lay back on the small sofa, hugging a pillow and pressing it on her stomach: "It's alright, leave me alone, I'm just empty stomach for someone The little girl blocked a few glasses of white wine, it's not a big deal."

Wen Ning: "..."

Jiang Shu stroked his stomach with a big hand: "It's all right, you take a bath and go to bed early, you've been tired for a day, and liquor is not really a strong drink, this stomach hurts for three or five days at most, but it's not that it never hurts. , the old problem, I can go through it, Ning Ning, leave me alone, just let it hurt..."

Wen Ning remained silent.

Jiang Shu clenched his hand into a fist against his lips and coughed twice: "It would be better to eat a bowl of noodles, and no one wants to do it..."

Wen Ning's moist lips were slightly pursed, and she felt inexplicably wanting to laugh. The little girl stared at him for several times, and finally held back her smile. However, thinking that he had indeed solved the trouble for him just now, She had indeed drank a lot of alcohol, so she couldn't harden her heart.

If she had to count it, she didn't seem to be really cruel to Jiang Shu, the bastard, from beginning to end.

The little girl's inner thoughts and activities were actively entangled for a while, and finally she sighed, and took the package of instant noodles that Jiang Shu tossed and tossed to the cooking table.

Jiang Shu was lying on the sofa dozing, and now he heard the sound of the plastic bag being torn open, quietly opened his eyes, and looked towards the door.

This hotel room is just the most common standard room, unlike the general suite that Jiang Shu used to live in. There is no separate kitchen and dining room. All spaces are gathered in this small room. The cooking table and the bathroom are opposite. The location of the entrance.

Jiang Shu has never stayed in such a small hotel in the past, but a small space has the advantage of a small space. At least at this moment, he is staying on her small sofa, and he only needs to tilt his head slightly, and he can just see the front of the cooking table and accept his fate as him. Busy little girl.

Wen Ning is also busy filming and rarely cooks her own food in the hotel. She is not familiar with the location of pots and bowls. She rolled up her sleeves, squatted down and turned over the cabinets. She took out a small pot from the depths of the cabinet. of water.

Fortunately, instant noodles are simple, just boil the water and pour everything in.

Jiang Shu stared at it for a while, it was obviously the most ordinary scene, but for some reason, a part of his heart seemed to be pinched tightly, and it was unbelievably soft.

He later learned that when he hadn't divorced Wen Ning, for a long time, the meals he ate in the company were made and delivered by her.

Xu Ma said that every time the husband came home, the wife was so excited, she always gathered around the kitchen expectantly to cook all kinds of dishes he liked, and waited happily for him to come home. That kind of joy could not be hidden. live, often laugh foolishly when do it, and don't know how much miss him.

It's because he didn't cherish it, he didn't feel her emotions carefully, he didn't give her his thoughts, and he didn't treat her well. Obviously, he just needed to go home a few more times and go home earlier. This is the warmest family in ordinary small families. He can easily understand it in a small time.

But now it's rare.

Jiang Shu got up from the sofa uncontrollably, walked a few steps behind Wen Ning, a tall man enveloped the petite little girl, and his long, strong arms suddenly passed through Wen Ning's thin waist without a trace of fat. He buttoned it tightly, then he approached her, leaned down slightly, rested his chin on her thin shoulder, pressed his side face against her soft neck, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The warm breath sprinkled on Wen Ning's delicate collarbone, and the little girl made a movement in her hand, stunned for a few seconds, bit her lip and blocked her back with her elbow: "Jiang Shu, let go!"

However, she is small and weak, and is not worth mentioning in front of Jiang Shu. If he has the heart to hold her, she will not be able to push him away no matter what.

"Ningning, I'm sorry." Jiang Shu didn't change his posture as he hugged her waist.

After the divorce, he didn't remember how many times he said "I'm sorry", but it didn't help. It was his fault. He really was sorry for her.

"I don't want to get divorced. When you asked for divorce, I didn't think about leaving, but at that time, the bastard, holding his breath, always likes to bully you."

Wen Ning's struggling movement stopped for a while, her breath was still not even, her brows were sour, listening to his slightly hoarse voice, a sense of grievance surged up for no reason. When you close it, you will cry.