Limited Possession

"Gu Chenbai, do you think I'm taking marriage as a joke?" Tu Yan sat on the hanging chair in the study, hugged the pillow, tilted his head and asked.

Gu Chenbai was staring at the computer screen intently, and his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, but he still squeezed out a space to answer Tu Yan's question: "No."

"Forcing you to sign a divorce agreement, I came to you after the divorce, and now I want to remarry," Tu Yan lay down, trapped in the woolen blanket, and asked lazily: "This is Isn't it just kidding?"

Gu Chenbai finished processing the last document, then got up and walked in the direction of Tu Yan. When Tu Yan saw him, he deliberately shook the hanging chair, trying to turn to the other side, Gu Chenbai held Staying on the border didn't let him succeed.

"I was a stranger to you at that time. For self-protection, whatever you do is reasonable. I have not blamed you."

"No divorce agreement?"

Gu Chenbai smiled and reached out to squeeze Tu Yan's face, "No, because I know you will regret it one day."

Tu Yan patted Gu Chenbai's hand in disgust, "narcissist."

Gu Chenbai fished Tu Yan out of the hanging chair, and Tu Yan leaned against Gu Chenbai's chest, one foot on slippers, the other kicked recklessly After kicking Gu Chenbai's cane, Gu Chenbai curled the corners of his mouth, bit his ear and said, "Bunny, did you regret the day you divorced?"

"No." Tu Yan answered firmly.

"But how do I remember that someone was crying under the covers the night before the divorce?"

"No, it's you who's crying, your memory is messed up."

Gu Chenbai chuckled, "Okay, it's me who's crying."

Tu Yan smelled the faint fragrance of Gu Chenbai's body, and his thoughts drifted back to the most difficult days more than a month ago.

In Tu Yan's opinion, there is always a sense of fate between him and Gu Chenbai, just like doing math problems in school days, obviously using the wrong method, and accidentally calculating the correct answer .

The story of him and Gu Chenbai started. It should have been a **** eight o'clock file that the screenwriter could not make up, but Gu Chenbai turned it into a sweet love drama. Tu Yan has also acted in so many plays. This is the first time without a script. He just follows Gu Chenbai's rhythm and walks forward slowly and leisurely. With his joys and sorrows, the days disappear into the rotating hour hand, as if there is no end.

But things backfired, and the half-year deadline set by Tu Yan is approaching.

They met in midsummer and June, noisily passed through the scorching sun and cicadas, ambiguous for the whole season of autumn, and finally entered the middle of winter.

Tu Yan did not expect that the one who regrets first would be himself.

It was the first snow of the year in Mingshi that day. Huasheng had a lot of things to do at the end of the year. Gu Chenbai often needed to work overtime, and Tu Yan was bored at home.

Of course, to avoid people, but also to avoid Gu Chaocheng.

But Tu Yan was unlucky that day. Not only did he not avoid Gu Chaocheng, but he also met the person he least wanted to see, Tu Feihong.

Tu Feihong just met Gu Chaocheng's nose, and was about to ask Gu Chenbai for help when he pushed open the door of the office and saw Tu Yan lying on the sofa with his legs crossed in a relaxed manner. Tu Feihong's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, thinking that this time there is hope.

Tu Yan froze in place the moment he saw Tu Feihong, sat up slowly, his face became cold, Tu Feihong walked up to him without looking at him, hugged Tu Yan's shoulder affectionately, and asked him about his current situation .

Gu Chenbai put down what he was doing, walked up and poured a cup of tea for Tu Feihong, "Mr. Tu, what's the matter?"

Tu Yan turned his face away and played with his phone impatiently.

"No big deal," Tu Feihong sat down with a smile and unbuttoned his bloated suit, "Isn't the old city going to be rebuilt? I want to win the relocation house project over there, but you know, All my company's money is now on the projects that were stopped before, it's really-"

Tu Yan's blood surged when he heard it, he turned his head and asked in surprise, "You still have the nerve to borrow money from him?"

Tu Feihong quickly waved his hand and said: "No, Yanyan, you don't understand, this is a frequent exchange between companies, not what you think."

Gu Chaocheng just walked in, heard Tu Feihong's words, and sneered: "I come often, why don't I come here often?"

Tu Feihong was refuted and said with a smile: "Isn't this a family..."

Tu Yan looked at Tu Feihong with cold eyes, just like the Gu family looked at him half a year ago, low and ridiculous, the shame that had tortured his self-esteem for a long time swept up again, making him clench his fists and nails sink into the meat.

Gu Chenbai leaned over and held Tu Yan's hand, quietly opened his fingers and pressed them against his palm to let him relax, but was waved away by Tu Yan .

Tu Yan got up and said to Tu Feihong word by word: "Gu Chenbai and I will divorce at the end of this month, then I will have no relationship with him at all, and you will not have the chance again. Borrow money from him in my name."

Tu Feihong was dumbfounded and his voice stuttered, "What, what?"

Gu Chaocheng also couldn't believe it, "Divorce? How long have you been married, Shen Bai, have you agreed?"

Gu Chenbai nodded.

Tu Feihong asked Tu Yan angrily, "Why are you getting a good divorce? Shen Bai is not good enough for you? You don't like him?"

Tu Yan didn't think about it, and blurted out: "I don't like it, I have signed the divorce agreement with him."

Tu Yan knew that if he said this to Tu Feihong alone, he might not believe it, but when he said this to Tu Feihong in front of Gu Chenbai, there was no room for turning around. .

After Tu Feihong left the office in despair, Gu Chaocheng also left. Before leaving, he glanced at Tu Yan in disgust, but Tu Yan did not fight back this time.

Because he saw Gu Chenbai sitting on the sofa with a light expression, but his eyes were full of loss.

He walked towards Gu Chenbai, Gu Chenbai pulled him onto his lap and sat, still concerned: "Does your hand hurt?"

"Gu Chenbai..."

Tu Yan's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears.