On the day of her blind date, Pei Qinghuan flash married and registered her marriage with a man she had only met once. She originally thought they could just make do until they divorced, but unexpe...
With a compress on his aching nose, Gu Jinchen walked into the master bedroom with a frown.
After he turned on the light, he squinted his eyes slightly and saw that the room had been cleaned spotlessly.
Gu Jinchen is a little bit of a germaphobe, but not too much. This degree is enough to satisfy him. What makes him even more satisfied is that the woman did not pester him to sleep with her.
He pressed his nose bridge, put on his clothes and closed his eyes. It was useless for this woman to try to play tricks at the beginning. After all, time reveals a person's true character.
Wake up.
Because he cleaned the room last night, Pei Qinghuan was still yawning when he woke up in the morning.
After waking up from a sleep, people's brains will more or less clear their memory. She also went to the supermarket yesterday and bought a lot of kitchen utensils, so the kitchen is full.
Pei Qinghuan hummed a little tune while making himself an omelet, brewed a bowl of soy milk, cooked a bowl of delicious pot noodles, and ate a delicious breakfast.
When the man got up, he saw the woman eating breakfast by herself. The table opposite her was empty, and she obviously had no intention of asking him to join her.
The two looked into each other's eyes.
She then suddenly put down the soy milk in her hand and looked across at the opposite side in a daze.
"Oh, oh, I forgot, I forgot, I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, I forgot I was married."
The vein on Gu Jinchen's forehead twitched.
"It's okay, I'll go eat downstairs."
Pei Qinghuan immediately trotted and pushed him to the dining table.
"I'll cook for you myself. What do you want? Fried dough sticks, soy milk, fried eggs, or pot noodles? Don't waste that money on snacks downstairs. I know it's not easy for you to make money."
Pei Qinghuan coughed and thought about the man's job. If she, as a wife, didn't save more, how would the family survive?
Gu Jinchen frowned again.
I'm afraid that in the whole Haicheng, no one can make money more easily than him.
He said perfunctorily, "Whatever."
"Then you wait."
Gu Jinchen sat in his seat and watched the woman bring the fried dough sticks and soy milk from the pot to him.
He was silent for a while, "Do you run a breakfast shop?"
Pei Qinghuan smiled and said, "No, it's just that my mom wanted to eat it, so I learned to make it. Before I knew it, I knew how to make it."
He hummed, but felt disdainful in his heart. There are so many ways to please elders.
Seeing the man start eating, Pei Qinghuan took the initiative to speak, "My family runs an online store, what about you?"
She tried to act as naturally as possible so as not to hurt the man's self-esteem.
Gu Jinchen suppressed his sarcasm and said, "Construction industry."
It has monopolized the real estate, hotels, inns, and B&Bs in the entire Haicheng City, which can be considered a construction industry.
Pei Qinghuan was shocked. She actually guessed it right.
Then Mr. Gu is a hard-working construction worker!
A worker gave all the money he had saved for half his life to himself and also worked hard to buy himself a house.
Pei Qinghuan looked at Gu Jinchen with a touch of emotion in his eyes, "Eat more, there's more in the pot."
Gu Jinchen glanced at the woman opposite him in confusion.
"I'm going to work."
Pei Qinghuan thought for a while, and seeing that he was about to leave empty-handed, he handed him the brand new pink thermos he had just bought.
"I filled some hot water for you, be careful on the road!"
Gu Jinchen looked at the pink thermos cup with a cat or rabbit printed on it, and his face became even more sour. "I have mineral water."
"It costs two yuan to buy mineral water. It's better for us to bring it from home. Just take it with you."
Pei Qinghuan almost blurted out that they needed to drink water frequently at the construction site, but she coughed to hold it in.
Gu Jinchen stared at the ugly thermos with his hands stiff. He racked his brains but couldn't find an excuse to throw it away.
He opened the door and went downstairs in a depressed mood, wondering, what did he say to make her think that he was so poor that he couldn't even afford a two-dollar bottle of mineral water?
He didn't want to reveal that he was rich, but he didn't pretend to be poor either.