I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 3

"Why, am I wrong?"

Fu Jiujiu was standing, Lin Jun was sitting, the wind was blowing in through the window, and the white curtains were raised behind him, half-enveloping him in the shadows.

His expression was very calm, and his obsidian-like eyes were quiet and clear, as if those words just now were not from him.

Fu Jiujiu couldn't answer this question.

Although Fu Xiaoba's appearance calmed his bewildered heart.

But his current situation is really special for his wife.

Not going to a new place.

In that case, no matter how remote the location is or how bad the environment is, he can at least know where his home is and how to get back...

He is in a new world.

In countless parallel worlds, he doesn't even know where he came from, let alone how to get back.

The most frightening thing is that his fate has become completely different from before, but he has no memory of this world at all.

Overnight, he seemed to have become a person with incomplete senses, and he didn't even know how to struggle.

There was only Lin Jun in front of him.

No matter whether he was once the male god in his heart, or a man who had a close relationship with him, Fu Jiujiu inevitably had a sense of dependence on him.

His eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were full of trust and expectation that he didn't realize.

"If," he asked, "I mean if, if there is any difficulty in the future, will you help me?"

Lin Jun looked at him with calm eyes. After a while, he lowered his eyelashes and did not speak.

Fu Jiujiu understood.

Ke Linjun quickly raised his eyes again, and said softly, "It will probably need an exchange."

exchange?Fu Jiujiu was stunned, with confusion in his eyes.

According to his scientific research on the original world, if parallel worlds really exist, most of the worlds are actually extremely similar.

In other words, this world is very likely to be the same as his original world, except for his fate.

If that's the case, what can he exchange with him?He is nothing compared to him.

This is the so-called tactful rejection, right?

Fu Jiujiu's sanity slowly came back, without anger or disappointment, this was not about Lin County's business, it should be borne by himself.

"I overstepped the rules," he smiled, and his tone became more polite: "Since I'm divorced, my affairs have nothing to do with the senior."

Lin Jun's fingers tightened subconsciously, and sharp white marks appeared on the joints.

Senior?

He sneered.

Fu Jiujiu is using these two words to remind him that from now on, they will only have the friendship of the same school and no other relationship?

Fu Jiujiu is really ruthless, where he is soft and where he is most likely to hurt, he knows where to stab, and he is never merciless.

"Of course," Fu Jiujiu said again: "Whether you can support Fu Xiaoba or not has nothing to do with the senior, so don't bother you."

Lin Jun looked at him for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat: "It's really great, Fu Xiaojiu, if you say you can turn your back, you can turn your back, faster than turning a book, right?"

Then he lifted his chin slightly, and gestured towards a book on the sofa: "It's been two years, and you've only turned five pages of this book, am I right?"

Fu Jiujiu looked sideways, it was an atlas of human body structure.

Lin Jun said again: "Why do you need me to bother? I'm just worried about Fu Xiaoba."

"You also said it's called Fu Xiaoba," Fu Jiujiu said calmly, "Fu Xiaoba's surname is Fu, and it's no one else's turn to worry about Fu Xiaoba."

The corners of Lin Jun's lips were flattened, and his eyes seemed to be filled with gusts of wind and lightning, as if they were about to be released to bite someone if they were not careful.

The invisible pressure spread over, and Fu Jiujiu felt a little scary.

In the original world, Fu Xiaoba was his dog, depended on him for life, and was his closest person.

Why did Lin Jun fight with him?Still so fierce?And he has so many things, but he only has Fu Xiaoba.

Although he was aggrieved and afraid, he was still like an old mother protecting her cubs, she would rather die than surrender for Fu Xiaoba, staring back at him relentlessly.

A diamond-shaped mouth of a cute pink, very nervously pursed into a line.

Lin Jun's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes first.

He lowered his head and took out the cigarette case, got up and took the car keys: "I have a meeting in the afternoon, I'll talk about it when I come back."

"Wait," Fu Jiujiu pushed the divorce agreement towards him: "Sign it."

"In a hurry." Lin Jun glanced at him impatiently: "Why? In such a hurry? Are you afraid that I will pester you?"

Why did Lin Jun pester him?Fu Jiujiu dare not be so narcissistic.

But this sentence reminded him, and made his mind flash, Lin Jun naturally wouldn't pester him, but it didn't mean Lin Jun wasn't afraid of being pestered, right?

"How could it be?" Fu Jiujiu looked up at him, a little playful, as if trying to scare a child: "I'm afraid that I can't help pestering the senior, isn't the senior afraid?"

Lin Jun's footsteps stopped, and he looked down at him until Fu Jiujiu panicked.

"You come to pester me," he said, "I'm not afraid."

"what?"

Fu Jiujiu was startled, his lips parted slightly, and he looked at Lin Jun fixedly.

Just a moment later, he was burned down by the inexplicable emotion in Lin Jun's eyes.

The pair of spotless leather shoes stayed in his sight for a short moment, and then walked away step by step.

The wind blew in, and the divorce agreement was blown to turn a page, rattling.

Fu Jiujiu woke up suddenly.

There are vibrant sunflowers in a white porcelain vase on the table, interspersed with blue stars, and the white curtains are flying like a painting.

But without Lin Jun in the painting, the strangeness of this huge room made him flustered.

Fu Jiujiu went to the window.

His location should be on the second floor, with a very wide field of vision. At a glance, he could see a small lake lying not far away, sparkling in the sunlight and blown by the wind.

The hopeless heart in his chest finally let go of his heaviness.

In the original world, Lin Jun lived here.

His group once rented a villa in this community for two days of shooting, so he is familiar with the scenery here.

He sat back at the table again, tidied up the divorce agreement, and then silently looked through his things, mobile phone, keys...

In addition to a car key, there is also an ordinary door lock key that has been oxidized to a dull color on the diamond-studded key chain.

Fu Jiujiu is very familiar with this key, it is the one in his home in the real world, but judging by the color, he should use it very rarely.

Lin Jun's house seemed to have four floors. He couldn't walk around, so he just looked around on the second floor, and crashed into the cloakroom in a daze.

The huge cloakroom is simply a material library for fashion editors.

All kinds of jewelry, bags, shoes, watches, ties, clothes... There are so many things to look at, everything you expect to find.

Judging by the size of the clothes, about two-thirds of them belonged to Fu Jiujiu.

Fu Jiujiu seems to like exaggerated styles very much. There are all kinds of hot styles from high-end luxury brands, and there are many limited editions that are hard to find.

But Linjun's is much simpler, most of which are high-end formal wear, mainly in black, white and gray, and there are more casual sports styles, which are also mainly simple.

The self in this world is indeed quite a prodigal.

Although there is no proof, Fu Jiujiu has an intuition that the two worlds should have exchanged spaces.

He couldn't help feeling a little worried. His job there was very hard, his income was not high, his house wasn't too big, and he didn't have such luxuries...

Can you get used to it?

Fu Jiujiu packed a dozen or so sets of everyday clothes and shoes, packed two suitcases full, and took Fu Xiaoba back to his home.

His car is a flamboyant yellow sports car, which has been modified and is terribly ostentatious.

Stopping in his community, he is simply the leader, like a ostentatious pheasant entering a flock of gray ducks, which is very inconsistent.

There is almost no difference between the home and the original world, except that some traces of life are missing.

The floor was polished, and the furniture was covered with dust covers. Only a little dust fell on the coffee table, which was very light.

Even the coffee machine was the one left by his mother.

Fu Jiujiu returned to his territory and finally came back to life.

He put down his things and started cleaning.

Fu Xiaoba played with his dog toy boredly on the balcony, and occasionally ran around for a while biting a slipper.

This seems to be no different from the usual rest day for general cleaning.

Fu Jiujiu even began to wonder if he had hallucinations because of being too tired from work.

When tidying up the study room, a slightly yellowed old drawing fell out of the old high school textbook.

The picture is drawn with a pencil, and a thin and straight boy is outlined with a few strokes.

The boy threw the ball with one hand and swung the racket with the other. His thin body was slightly bent back like a bow, and every line of his body was stretched with a sense of strength.

That's a tennis serve.

And that boy was Lin Jun.

This painting was drawn by Fu Jiujiu after watching Lin County's game for the first time.

The young mind is pure and pure, permeating every stroke.

Even after many years, Fu Jiujiu can still feel the warm and vigorous emotion he had back then.

Like that tennis ball.

The ball was filled with power, and flew out with a whistling sound. The crisp sound of hitting the ground shook the entire court, and then it was hit hard by the racket again, again and again...

The pounding sound of hitting the ball seemed to ring in my ears.

So close and so far away, every sound is a symbol of strength and the transpiration of fighting spirit.

That young man was like a ball of fire, burning on the field and burning into Fu Jiujiu's heart.

Fu Jiujiu stroked the sketch in his hand, and his lips became tighter and tighter.

This painting is very important and precious to him. In the original world, he framed it properly and put it in a drawer in the study.

And the one here, probably because the real and hot person has been completely obtained, so it was forgotten in the corner.

Fu Jiujiu was very tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

He fell into a deep sleep, too tired to move a finger.

The phone kept ringing, over and over again, as if it would keep ringing if he didn't answer it.

Fu Jiujiu was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to swear, he closed his eyes and groped for a long time, finally answered the phone: "Hello~~~~~~"

Tired to the point of saying "Hello", there was a deep nasal sound, with a long aftertaste.

The phone was quiet for a moment, and after a while, Lin Jun's voice came, hoarse and faintly drunk: "Where are you?"

Fu Jiujiu was in a daze for a while before realizing who the other party was, and then reacting for a while before he remembered what happened today.

His voice was very sleepy, and he replied in a daze, "I'm at home."

"Which house?"

"Isn't this the only family I have, which one else is there?"

Fu Jiujiu forced himself to stay sleepy, and turned on the bedside lamp in a daze.

He took the phone away, and the time display on the top of the screen showed that it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

There was another moment of silence on the other side, and then Fu Jiujiu heard the sound of a lighter, which clicked very clearly in the middle of the night.

Sitting in the car, Lin Jun looked up at the window of Fu Jiujiu's house, where a small piece of light shone through, looking very warm.

Thin smoke escaped from his red lips, and he asked almost patiently, "Did you forget something?"

Fu Jiujiu turned over, pressed the phone under her ear, felt sleepy again, and asked sleepily, "What?"

"A lot." Lin Jun said: "I know you don't have a long heart, so I will remind you of the two most important things first, first, do not leave home when you get divorced, and second, don't tell others that we are divorced unless necessary things, especially my family."

Fu Jiujiu: ...

The words "divorce and never leave home" made Fu Jiujiu's brain clear for a short while, and he felt that there was too much to talk about.

What is the difference between this and no divorce?

When Fu Jiujiu didn't speak, Lin Jun sneered, "Why? Don't you recognize me?"

Fu Jiujiu didn't want to admit it.

Lin Jun added: "It's not impossible to deny it, but I will let you cry for the rest of your life."

That tone of voice was so cold, Fu Jiujiu was terrified.

So the moon in the sky should let him hang in the sky. Why did "Fu Jiujiu" take it off?

It's all right now, he's divorced and left, leaving such a mess to himself.

Although I don't know what "crying" means, but in Fu Jiujiu's understanding, crying is never a good thing.

A man can bend and stretch, he gritted his teeth and made a vow: "Admit it!"

Lin Jun stopped talking, and Fu Jiujiu began to make excuses for moving back.

His voice was already sweet, but when it was deliberately softened, it became a bit seductive: "But we are divorced, and I will feel sad seeing you, so I want to stay alone for a few days."

Lin Jun didn't speak, only the sound of shallow breathing, which could be heard in the dark night.

Fu Jiujiu made his voice softer: "Please."

Please, please, please...

Countless times, he said to him with tears in his eyes, accompanied by kisses.

Lin Jun's hand holding the cigarette couldn't help trembling slightly, and a piece of ash fell down.