Chapter 294

Gu luanqing is picked up by Yu Shuhan. Xiang Chaojue asks the driver to pick him up.

Before leaving, he left the tribute and flowers, and put his hands together to apologize to Gu luanqing's mother.

"I'm sorry. I'm the one who pissed your daughter off."

Besides, he can't say anything.

When he got home, Song Wen had already got up. She was angry with the housemaid who came to clean up, "who asked you to clean up like this? This is my silk pajamas. Do you know how much it is worth? Can you afford a thousand dollars? "

When Song Wen said that, she was still holding a ivory silk nightgown, and her skirt was stained with a small stain, which was very abrupt.

Her hands trembled with excitement, as if the servant had committed some heinous crime. However, with such a price of silk pajamas, her monthly income can buy a truck. Why bother a servant.

If you want to say the reason, it is Song Wen can not find vent, just to a servant angry.

With a cold hum to Chao Jue, they realized that he had come back. They stood on the porch and looked at them without expression.

Song Wen quickly changed her look and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She also wanted to disguise herself as a good wife and mother in front of him. She could defend her image and greet her with a smile. "Chao Jue, how can you come back so soon? I was just blaming myself for not getting up early to make breakfast for you. "

She was so enthusiastic that she was very different from a woman who just looked like a shrew. It can be seen how much she liked to be a court Baron, so that she could kowtow to him.

Xiang Chaojue refused to pay. He didn't even look at her. Instead, he looked at the servant and said hello to him. "Are you the housemaid I invited?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiang." The servant nodded and bowed quickly, and was even more terrified of him.

It's no wonder that if the hostess is so ferocious, isn't he more hot tempered?

But unfortunately, Song Wen is not the hostess.

Xiang Chaojue slowly took off his suit coat, his every move was so elegant, just like the aristocracy of old Shanghai in the last century. And this kind of temperament is not deliberately camouflaged, natural.

For a moment, Xiang Chaojue said slowly, "I will give you another tip, which is twice of your salary. I hope you can forget her rudeness to you, and take it as my apology to you as the host."

The servant was flattered and asked him, "this skirt..."

"I don't think it's your problem." He looked back at Song Wen and asked her calmly, "did you throw it on the ground yourself?"

Song Wen just likes to find fault with nothing. He has seen it for a long time.

When Song Wen was exposed, she wanted to deny that for a moment, but Xiang Chaojue obviously didn't believe her and asked her to admit that she would never do it.

Fortunately, Xiang Chaojue didn't study deeply. He discussed with the servant, "please keep the house clean. I hope it doesn't make too much noise. I want to sleep. I'll let someone transfer the money to you later. You just need to send the bank account to your company."

"All right."

Xiang Chaojue still ignored Song Wen, until Song Wen couldn't help calling him, "you wait for me, I have something to say."

This is the first time that she has blushed at him in so many days. Usually, she would like to be mistaken for a little white rabbit.

Turning back to Chao Jue, he glanced at her, "what's the matter?"

What else does Song Wen want from him?

Now Xiang Chaojue's mind has been hovering an idea - Gu luanqing will be disappointed with him, half of the fault is in Song Wen.

He can't indulge Song Wen any more.

Song Wen still wants to fight for her own injustice. She doesn't care if the servant is still there. She looks at her stupidly and goes up with a red face. She points to her heart and her eyes are red. "Why can't you consider my feelings? Do you have to be so indifferent to me to make you happy? "

"I've never ignored you, but if you have to think so, I can't help it." He never wanted to think about it for her.

Song Wen's voice is dumb, with a cry, "but how do I think you are --"

"Do you want to attack me?" Xiang Chaojue interrupted her, and his indifference was written on his face, "if so, you can save yourself. I won't be emotional to you, never, and you never have any hope for me."

"In that case, why did you let me move in? Didn't you just refuse me? "

Song Wen does not understand, since it is impossible to be emotional to her, why does he want to give her hope.

She didn't feel impulsive or make trouble out of nothing. She repressed for a long time and thought that she could endure it. Who knows that she can't even compare with the hourly workers who come to clean now. How can she accept this?

He frowned at Chao Jue, "I'm really wrong about this, so I'm going to tell you that please move out as soon as possible. I don't like outsiders."

With Song Wen in, he doesn't even want to go home.

As soon as the words are finished, she turns to Chaojue and is ready to leave. Song Wen always likes to entangle him in the way of dogging him. She hugs him from behind, almost hysterical. "You give me a reason, I can move out."

Tell her why he was willing to let her accompany him.

If it's just a moment of confusion, she can feel comfort, at least prove that he has her in his heart.

However, Xiang Chaojue could not meet her expectations, and would not let her have expectations. He did not think much, and simply told her, "I thought you could fill the vacancy of Gu luanqing, and let me not think about her so much. Now it seems that I am wrong. You can't even compare with her hair."

Only Gu luanqing can give him the comfort he wants. No one else can enter his world.

No matter whether Song Wen is willing to accept this explanation or not, Xiang Chaojue has no patience to play this farce with her here. Now he just wants to have a rest.

He broke off her fingers one by one and quickly walked to Chaojue towards the corridor. When he passed by the servant with a silly face, he turned his head and glared at the servant. With absolute authority, he warned the servant in an imperative tone, "I hope you didn't see what just happened. She was just a little tired and her mood would collapse."

Of course, the servant won't have a problem with money, and even dare not fight with Xiang Chaojue. She nodded her head like garlic, and promised, "I understand. I understand. Literary and artistic workers are always like this. You can rest assured that I will never tell you..."

"Then please."

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Chaojue entered the room. At the same time, Song Wen's cry rang throughout the room, frightening the servant to death. If you want to comfort her, you don't know where to start, so you can only weakly remind her, "Mr. Xiang has told me that he wants to rest, so can you..."

With Song Wen's violent temper, if someone asked her to do so, she would definitely turn over. But because she was Xiang Chaojue, she still covered her mouth and squatted down to sob secretly.

The servant had no way to deal with her. He had to finish his work first and then try to comfort the young lady who had been hurt.

……

Xiang Chaojue thought that he would not fall asleep. He lost sleep for several days. His spirit was nearly broken down. Although he was very tired, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Even so, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Gu luanqing's thin figure lingered in his mind.

Where is she now? Are you still crying? Did you get home safely?

Is she really completely disappointed in him? If he had bravely stepped forward to reach a settlement with her, would she have chosen to forgive him for all his evil deeds?

His mind is full of thoughts about Gu luanqing. Xiang Chaojue is almost stunned. He holds his head and wants to make his brain stop for a while, but he can't bear it.

He really wants Gu luanqing.

I really want to see her.

Somehow, Xiang Chaojue felt a little tired in his painful struggle. He gradually felt sleepy, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Until the moment he fell asleep, there was only Gu luanqing in his mind.

Probably because of sleeping uneasily, Xiang Chaojue frequently had nightmares.

He first dreamed of Gu luanqing. She was as busy at home as before, and he was like a bystander following her. He wanted to touch but could not fulfill his wish.

Gu luanqing is wearing household clothes. She is wearing an apron outside and is cutting a potato. She is humming while paying attention to the hand under the knife. She seems to be in a good mood.

She used to be like this every day. Xiang Chaojue can see it every day.

Now he can only peep in the dream. Of course, Xiang Chaojue doesn't know it's a dream. He just thinks it's too unreal. He can't feel Gu luanqing's temperature.

Xiang Chaojue wanted to join Gu luanqing's happiness, but before he did so, his hand was interrupted by a sudden bell. He almost touched Gu luanqing's shoulder, but he gave up.

Gu luanqing heard that the doorbell sounded like chicken blood, but she didn't care that the cut potatoes would oxidize when exposed to the air. She suddenly turned around, put down the knife, wiped her hand on the apron, and walked out of the kitchen, while Xiang Chaojue followed her.

Because he was used to using fingerprint to unlock the lock, Xiang Chaojue was not used to carrying the key after he moved to this ordinary house, so he pressed the doorbell several times to urge Gu luanqing to open the door for him.

Gu luanqing is very fast every time. He wants to sprint for 100 meters.

Xiang Chaojue is too familiar with this scene, and for a moment, a burst of bitterness gushes from his heart. He knows why he feels sad because these scenes are pictures he used to.

Now it's luxury.

He doesn't know how to cherish.

Xiang Chaojue chases Gu luanqing to the entrance. Like an outsider, he looks forward to opening the door and standing outside. Gu luanqing greets his return with a happy face. He shows his tired eyes, but his expression is never gentle.

Ask Chao Jue to turn himself back into the perfect lover.

But he did not expect that after opening the door, Gu luanqing no longer welcomed him, but another strange man. The man looked simple and honest, with the same gentle look.

"I'm back ~"

Gu luanqing smiles at him and reaches for the suit jacket he takes off.

"Welcome back. You must be exhausted. I haven't finished dinner yet. Wait for me."

"Never mind. I can help."

"No, you work very hard ~"

In an instant, Xiang Chaojue's world collapsed.