Chapter 156

"Do you want me to be honest with him?"

Bartley's face was not happy or angry, but his eyes narrowed unnaturally: "after all, it's good for the relationship between you and him to avoid unnecessary conflicts."

He didn't want to use the word "you.".

"What's Mr. Wayne talking about Mujiutian gently smiles and looks at the waiter putting all kinds of dishes on the table. His voice is light and unabashed: "you and I are just strangers. What's the need to talk to Gu Shaoqing?"

"Your dishes are ready. Please enjoy yourself."

The waiter bowed respectfully and left, with a faint silence lingering in the air.

Bartley's eyes were dark and deep, with a look that was incomprehensible. He called her name in a low voice: "wine sweet, you are not like your mother. Your mother is gentle and affectionate, and you... Are the most heartbreaking."

She's smart and precise, and knows where the words are going to hurt the most.

"I'm really different from her. She's the only daughter in the family. She's very popular. If she didn't have you, I'm sure she would still have a good life." The smile on her face deepened a little bit, her red lips curved, and her words were clear: "Bartley, please remember, you ruined her life."

After all, it can't be made up.

Bartley's body is a little stiff. He wanted to be admitted by mujiutian after finding out the truth four years ago. Even if mujiutian said a word to him, he felt comfortable. But he didn't know that this was the worst existence in human nature.

Self salvation.

He felt that he compensated mujiutian, even the girl who was insulted by him in the most cruel way.

Staring at this sneer Yan Yan's small face, the corner of his eyes and eyebrows were a bit arrogant, and he was really like himself.

In a trance, Bartley picked up his chopsticks. After many years, he was still proficient. He had never been embarrassed before. He changed the topic: "the food is getting cold. I don't know what you like. You can order it at will. It's not to your taste."

His voice was low, loving and gentle as never before.

Jesse also said: "well, I remember you like to eat Beijing sauce shredded meat, look at the cook's cooking is not authentic."

With that, he added a chopstick to the Mujiu sweet plate.

"Thank you."

With an alienated voice and an elegant and polite attitude, she took a chopstick and sent it to the import. After chewing it carefully for a long time, she said with a smile, "it's delicious."

But from the beginning to the end, I didn't touch the chopsticks that Jesse put on the plate.

A meal is very silent, mujiutian's attention almost does not focus on the two people, but still notice the tension and heartache flowing from the man's eyebrows who is only one table away, and the careful trial looks almost not like his temperament.

"Don't treat me like that." Taking the cup beside her and sipping the milk tea, she raised her red lips with a high radian: "I never thought of having too much contact with you. Today, if it wasn't for choosing the design drawings, I would not agree to come here."

Bartley did not speak.

Her eyes curved: "I've chosen the design drawing. The one marked 43 is good. If I have any hobbies, I'd like to have a variety of begonias in the courtyard and a swing rack." I took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of my lips: "I don't have too many requirements for other things. The decoration style is also Chinese style. I hope we don't need to contact each other before the villa is built."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Nodded, got up, mujiutian raised his feet and was ready to leave.

"Wine is sweet." Behind the man's voice is not obvious tonal, just slightly hoarse, fingertips on the table buckle: "in the end, you still can't forgive me."

"Never thought of things, what in the end."

It was like this four years ago. Mujiutian really didn't know. Did Bartley think that she would change her mind when the Wayne family knew about her existence?

Indifferent shrugged: "if I refuse is not clear enough, then I say sorry to you, in my face and your face is not torn to the point of unable to clean up, I hope we can peacefully solve, do not contact each other." Looking back, the formulaic and alienated nod: "goodbye, Mr. Butler."

From four years ago to now, her attitude has never changed, and she even refuses to give the least address. She is a harsh and mocking "Mr. Butler".

Almost did not move a few chopsticks of the meal, on the desktop of the big palm constantly tightening.

"Father."Jesse next to him called in a low voice, and his voice was obviously frustrated, but he was more relaxed than Bartlett: "some things can't be done in a hurry. Jiutian hasn't accepted the father's love and mother's love since she was a child. You can only take your time."

He didn't know that.

But he has slowed down for four years.

But still

Out of the restaurant, has been close to sunset, mujiutian is thinking about how to leave, a familiar car slowly stopped by her side.

The driver got out of the car and opened the rear door respectfully: "madam, sir, let me pick you up."

Gu Shaoqing.

He sent someone after him?

When did it start? How much did he know about what they were doing in the restaurant?

She had already walked a street before she got into Wayne Jesse's car.

With a moment's stupor, Bartley came out of the restaurant, his eyes swept slightly, his eyes and the driver's eyes looked at each other for several seconds, his voice was low, and he was not angry: "sweet wine, what's the matter?"

She didn't want to explain. She sat up without saying a word. Her coat was blown in the wind.

Suddenly, a small voice came to my ears. Mujiutian subconsciously pushed down the car window. His eyes shot past, but he didn't see anyone.

The driver just got on the bus and looked in the rearview mirror: "what's the matter with you, madam?"

"Nothing." He raised the window again and pressed his plain white finger on his eyebrow: "maybe it's my illusion."

She always felt that someone was taking a picture of her.

Near the rush hour, there was a bit of congestion on the road. It was about 6:30 when we arrived at qingzhai.

When Aunt Yu heard the movement of the porch, she immediately came out: "madam, are you back?"

"Well." There was not much smile on his face. Mu Jiutian looked in the living room and didn't see Gu Shaoqing's figure: "where's Mr?"

"It seems to be in the study."

The coat is hung on the hanger in the porch. Mujiutian goes up the stairs to the second floor. The door of Gu Shaoqing's study is half closed. I don't know if it's reserved for her. I can vaguely hear the voice of calling inside. It's about arranging the process of tomorrow.

Mujiutian didn't know how to meet him, let alone how to say something about Bartley. Standing at the door, he hesitated, and then heard the quiet inside. The deep and sweet voice of the man was gentle: "are you not going to come in?"

Subconsciously, he pushed the door and ran into the man's indifferent and deep eyes. The suit coat had been taken off, and the sapphire blue shirt had been carefully ironed, which made him have the inherent elegance and dignity. His long, well-defined finger held a pen and played carelessly.

The noble features saw her with a smile: "come here."

"Gu Shaoqing." She called low, stepped forward, raised her hand and was held in the arms of the man, sitting on his legs.

Long finger will be small face board up, voice convergence tender: "hungry? If you have anything to eat, I'll let aunt Yu make it for you. "

Mujiutian was between his strong chest and his desk. He quietly raised his face: "I'm not hungry. I just ate two mouthfuls outside." I went to see someone today. You should know, Bartley

"Well." He said, "what did you say?"

"Nothing."

Mujiutian still has a taboo: "I just want to be a stranger in the future. I hope he won't contact me again." She looked at his face: "you asked the driver to pick me up. It should be very clear that he and I just had a meal and didn't stay long."

"I know." With a low sigh, the man's handsome face exuded a smile, leaned down and gave her a kiss: "Mrs. Gu, I believe you have nothing to do with Bartley. I didn't know before, but I won't do it in the future. Actually, Mrs. Gu can tell me, can't she? I won't stop you. I don't know what happened to you and him, but it's not hidden, especially me... "

Raise chin, two people look at each other: "I am your future husband, and you hand in hand for life."

For this point, mujiutian never confirmed.

But still pursed a smile: "it happened suddenly, and I don't think he has how important, need to disturb you."

Mujiutian said it well, but in the end, he concealed the truth.

Gu Shaoqing was not annoyed either. She just squinted her deep black eyes and touched her soft hair with her big palm: "OK, I believe in my Mrs. Gu. Similarly, I hope my Mrs. Gu can give me some trust.""What do you mean?"

"It's like today." The long finger rubs her bright red lip, the eyes are dark, and her voice is very light: "Mingming doesn't trust me very much. From now on, she won't take the initiative to have any contact with Su Enron, but she won't say anything. You can tell me not to answer her phone, but what did you do..."

He gave her time to remember.

But her eyes were confused, bit her lower lip a little weak: "don't you think I'm too unreasonable?"

"Mrs. Gu, I like your unreasonable behavior."

Gu Shaoqing has spread everything out in front of mujiutian. Her fingers touch the corners of her eyes, and her lips and tongue hold her earlobes. She slowly sucks: "your wedding dress is designing, your ring is preparing, and you are going to marry me. You have all the rights in front of me. Mrs. Gu, can we trust and be frank?"

Low voice, gentle persuasion, but also with people can not extricate themselves from the temptation.

For a moment, mujiutian felt that even if the man was an abyss, she would enjoy it.

The feeling of being secretly photographed that day seems to be an illusion. After two or three days of calm, even Su Enron didn't know if she was frustrated by Gu Shaoqing's sharp refusal last time. She stayed quietly in her new community without any movement.

After more than half a month, Sheng huainuan finally completed her mission and returned to Xicheng District. For this reason, Mu Jiutian specially found her to have a celebration banquet.

Let Sheng huainuan cry and laugh, long finger material a little shorter curly hair, bright red water beautiful little face with lazy smile: "little wine sweet, you make it like how I escaped from death, some exaggeration."

"Isn't it?" Mu Jiutian retorted with a crooked head, and after ordering the dishes, he returned the menu to the waiter: "you said that Mingming would only go for a week. Now it's more than half a month. If it wasn't for Tang Meng that there were no changes, I thought you would die abroad."

"What are you talking about?"

Sheng huainuan sneered: "I have already completed the task, but this time I went abroad and found something else."