No Brain, Bad Temper

Jiang Fan only felt a slight soreness in his arm when he arrived home. He swung his arm and asked Tang Wan if she had eaten. Tang Wan nodded and said she had eaten at the landlord's downstairs. Tang Wan then asked Jiang Fan what happened to his arm and whether he had fought with someone again. Jiang Fan shook his head and honestly said he had gone to the shooting range.

Tang Wan didn't ask any further questions. She seemed tired today as well. After taking a shower, she went back to her room to rest. Surprisingly, she didn't come to torment Jiang Fan. Today, Jiang Fan fell asleep quickly after lying down. Because he slept too early, he woke up at five in the morning. He got up, went downstairs to iron his clothes, then sorted out the vegetables in the refrigerator, and put the drinks in the cabinet.

Too much.

At 7:30, Tang Wan rubbed her eyes and yawned as she walked downstairs. She seemed not to have slept enough, sitting blankly at the dining table waiting for breakfast. After breakfast was served, Jiang Fan was still swinging his arm. Tang Wan's big eyes were fixed on Jiang Fan's arm, and she asked,

"Does it hurt? With your personality, you won't stop until you hit a few bullseyes. I'm so tired recently. Let's go for a massage, or shall you take a day off today?"

Jiang Fan also felt physically exhausted, mainly because this arm now hurt whenever he moved it. After some thought, he took out his phone and sent a message to Yang Jin.

Taking a day off!

It didn't take long, and Yang Jin's call came directly.

"Jiang Fan, why do you want to take another day off? You're the most leisurely person in the whole company. No way! Absolutely not."

Jiang Fan held his phone and continued in a low voice,

"Jin, my arm is strained. Can I just take a rest for the morning? I'll go for a massage and then come back to work."

Upon hearing that Jiang Fan's arm was injured, Yang Jin's voice immediately became gentle, with a sugar content of at least ten plus signs. She asked in a low voice if it was serious and whether he needed to go to the hospital. Jiang Fan patiently explained that it was just a sports injury and not serious.

Then Yang Jin told Jiang Fan that he still had to come to work in the afternoon. If he couldn't work, he could go to Su Zong's office to take a nap.

Tang Wan heard this clearly, and her stupor and confusion disappeared instantly. Jiang Fan could vaguely feel the cold wind blowing towards him. Jiang Fan quickly hung up the phone and lowered his head to eat. Even if he was slow, he could feel that he was getting too close to Su Qing now. There was no need to explain, anyway, Tang Wan wouldn't listen.

But fortunately, this woman didn't ask.

After her menstrual period, she became slightly more rational.

After breakfast, Tang Wan went to wash up and prepare to leave. Since moving into this house, Tang Wan's number of absences from work had increased indefinitely.

Due to a storm, the temperature outside dropped sharply. The late autumn arrived tardily but was not at all polite.

Dark blue jeans, crimson bamboo cotton long-sleeved T-shirt, a simple pendant hanging from her chest, a pair of canvas sneakers, long black hair tied into a ponytail, wearing large sunglasses – Tang Wan was dressed very casually and sunny today.

However, there was a problem when Jiang Fan was changing clothes. Jiang Fan had too few clothes: three suits, two sets of sportswear, and the rest were all outdated clothes. Seeing Jiang Fan put on a suit, Tang Wan pinched her chin with one hand, frowned, and shook her head.

"You're not going to work. You're dressed too formally. I've seen you wear sportswear for two days, and I'm sick of it. Wear jeans with a T-shirt. I remember you had a white vest. Didn't you bring it when we divorced?"

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and sighed.

"Someone vomited on it, and I threw it away when I couldn't wash it off."

"I'll buy you one."

"Is being rich so great?"

"Yeah! I have to be good to you. If you suddenly commit suicide one day, who will I ask for four million from?"

Jiang Fan really didn't want to argue with Tang Wan. The soreness in his arm made him feel a little bad. When he was going downstairs and preparing to drive, Tang Wan stopped him.

"We're going out to relax, so we won't drive. Come on! Sister will take you to hail a taxi. Driving every day makes my back ache. It's so annoying. Jiang Fan, be my driver, and don't suffer at Rongyao anymore, okay? Forget it! You drive too slowly. Let's go! Let's go to the hot spring first."

As long as she didn't have to work, Tang Wan's mood was surprisingly good. She held Jiang Fan's arm and bounced out of the community. Today, she only took a phone with her when she left.

In the taxi, Tang Wan leaned on Jiang Fan's uninjured shoulder and scrolled through her phone. Jiang Fan looked at the numbers on the meter. Taking a taxi was really extravagant. It would cost more than fifty yuan to get from here to the hot spring resort. Thinking about it, he took out his wallet from his pocket.

The wallet is getting fat again!

Jiang Fan sighed helplessly.

"Why did you secretly put money in my wallet again? I haven't spent the money you gave me last time. I don't keep track of money. How much did you put in this time?"

Tang Wan scrolled through her phone and casually said,

"One thousand. I originally wanted to put two thousand, but your wallet is too small to hold it. Shall we buy a wallet later?"

"No! I don't spend much money in a day now. I see you've given me cigarettes again. Don't you dislike me smoking?"

"You have to have some hobbies, right? You don't play games, drink alcohol, play cards, chase women, or be a glutton. If I don't let you smoke, I'll suspect I'm always with a monk. Stop complaining."

The taxi driver was a young man about Jiang Fan's age. When this pair of customers got in, he kept peeking at them. This female passenger could be said to be the most beautiful and elegant one among all the passengers he had driven. Listening to their conversation, the young man felt envious.

He had thought this gentleman was a low-key rich man, but he was actually being kept?

Where can we reason about this?

He looked at his face in the mirror and thought he was also handsome.

Jiang Fan and Tang Wan didn't have time to guess what the driver was thinking. When Jiang Fan said he wanted to change his phone, Tang Wan instantly got angry. She put away her phone, looked at Jiang Fan alertly, and said firmly after a moment of silence,

"No way!"

"Why?"

Jiang Fan really couldn't understand. Tang Wan wasn't a stingy person. Even if he said he wanted to buy a car now, Tang Wan would give him the Porsche without hesitation. But it was just a phone, and she didn't even have to spend money on it.

Why not?

Looking at Jiang Fan, Tang Wan felt a little guilty. She leaned against Jiang Fan's shoulder again and continued scrolling through her phone. Her attitude was firmly against it.

The driver couldn't help laughing.

"Brother! You're too innocent."

Jiang Fan was a little confused and whispered,

"Why do you say that? Explain it to me. My phone is not working well. It takes two or three messages to receive a bill notification. Nowadays, everyone's phone can take pictures, but mine can only be used to crack walnuts or support a table leg."

As he spoke, Jiang Fan took out the antique phone. The driver looked at this antique Nokia and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, nowadays, smartphones are too powerful, with many social apps on them. There are all kinds of people using them, like those looking for partners, having extramarital affairs, or seeking mistresses. Maybe your wife is worried that you'll be hooked by other women."

"Hook me? How blind they must be! I'm poor, divorced, and unwanted. Hey, Tang Wan, let me see your phone."

The driver didn't continue the conversation. Tang Wan turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fan, then generously handed her phone to him. Then the problem arose.

Jiang Fan didn't know how to use it.

Finally, Tang Wan found something Jiang Fan was not good at. They put their heads together and tried to figure out how to use the phone. After a while, Tang Wan suddenly turned her head and bit Jiang Fan's face.

Click.

The scene froze.

Tang Wan was full of pride, while Jiang Fan gritted his teeth.

Looking at the photo on the phone, Tang Wan chuckled. Jiang Fan muttered that it was boring, but then Tang Wan kept taking pictures with him.

Seeing their affectionate display, the young driver felt a little excited. When the traffic light turned red, he took out his phone and called his girlfriend, asking if she wanted to take a couple's photo.

Couple's photo.

Tang Wan turned her head and looked at Jiang Fan with a slight blush. Jiang Fan was slow on the uptake. It took him more than ten seconds to realize that Tang Wan was looking at him. Seeing her face a little red, Jiang Fan frowned and reached out to touch Tang Wan's forehead.

"Hey? It's not hot. Are you feeling sick?"

From getting off the car and walking into the sanitarium to finally soaking in the hot spring, Tang Wan didn't say a word to Jiang Fan. She was afraid she couldn't help but drown this brainless guy in the hot spring.

Soaking in the hot spring, Jiang Fan let out a comfortable groan, closed his eyes, and grinned.

"Tang Wan, I have a QQ now! Am I amazing!"

Tang Wan didn't want to laugh, but she couldn't help it after holding it in for so long. She asked, trying to suppress her laughter,

"What's your screen name?"

"It's 'No Brain'. What's your screen name, Tang Wan? I'll add you when I get home."

"Bad Temper."

Jiang Fan, the brainless one.

Tang Wan, the bad-tempered one.

It seemed a little mismatched, but it couldn't be more suitable.