Chapter 306

"Wine sweet, you wake up, you dream..."

Different from the lofty voice in the dream, the familiar voice is gentle, which makes mujiutian suddenly sit up from the bed: "let me go..."

Her eyes were wide open, and there was a thick cold sweat on her forehead. She was still in shock when Gu Shaoqing wanted to hold her in her arms, Subconsciously pushed: "don't touch me, I said, I don't want to..."

"Wine is sweet."

Low light call, let her suddenly stop.

Eyes after a long time to ease over, eyes focused on the man in front of: "Gu Shaoqing?"

"Yes." She was cold even when she just woke up. Her fingertips were trembling on his arm. He glanced at her eyes, hugged her warm, and her voice was unspeakably soft: "have you had a nightmare? It's OK. I'm with you. "

She nodded and looked around the room. Her face was pale, and there was no bloody repetition: "well, I had a nightmare."

"What do you dream of that scares you so much?" Vaguely remember last time, she was in the villa in Paris, he knew her latest nightmare: "your mother?"

"Dream of..."

Recalling the fact that had happened, her trance slowly faded, allowing the man to wipe the sweat on his face, fingers clenched his sleeve: "nothing, just some messy things, I thought I could remember, but I didn't think I had forgotten."

"Forget good, this shows that the dream is anti."

He leaned over her sweating forehead and gave a kiss. His long finger stroked her long hair and coaxed her slowly: "listen to Aunt Yu, you haven't been down since you came back. Are you hungry? Shall I take you to dinner? "

"Good."

She is rare and clever, let Gu Shaoqing embrace her in her arms with the gesture of a princess, even when she arrived at the restaurant, she didn't let go.

It was completely dark outside, but the light on the top of her head was bright. Sheng Jie looked at them and shaved shyly: "aunt Tian is not shy. I don't let people eat with me. Aunt Tian is not independent."

For a time, a pair of apricot eyes big and empty, Mu wine sweet lips can't answer.

But Gu Shaoqing squinted at him and held her waist tighter with his long arm: "you are a boy, she is a girl, right?"

Sheng Jieshi thought and nodded.

"Should the boy be more independent and masculine, so that he can protect the girl he loves? Didn't you also say that you want to protect Jiutian when you grow up?" Looking at him nodded again, Gu Shaoqing instantly low smile voice, drooping eyes, fingers scraped the face of Mu Jiutian: "now you have not grown up, Jiutian is my beloved girl, should I protect her?"

Picking an eyebrow, he squeezed her soft hand and went up to kiss her side face: "do you think I'm right, Mrs. Gu?"

Gu Shaoqing's lips are thin and tender. The breath between her nose and breath flits across her face, making her heart itch.

Na na looked up at him. He had a beautiful face with perfect lines, a pure white shirt, and a beautiful thin lip with a smile. It was a noble childe posture that could be felt at a glance.

My heart was pounded. Mujiutian took a deep breath and said quietly, "when did you come down to the same understanding with children?"

"This can only prove that Mrs. Gu does not understand Mr. Gu comprehensively enough." There is no taboo Sheng Jie system, he kisses her, smile understatement: "but don't worry, we have a lifetime later."

When they had flesh and blood, if they were as stubborn as Sheng Jieli, she would be able to see his face often.

That night, with Gu Shaoqing by his side, Mu Jiutian didn't have any more nightmares, but on the third day, he personally received a call from the dreamer.

The number pulled into the blacklist has no qualification to connect. Looking at the eight links displayed in the floating window, mujiutian slowly puts the mobile phone back to its original position and continues to process the documents at hand.

By the time she looked up again, the eight links had become twenty-eight.

Knowing clearly that he was pulled into the blacklist, he didn't know the slightest flexibility. He was so willful that he had to use this number to call even if it was three digits.

Mujiutian felt a little funny, suddenly gave birth to a different idea, fingers on the screen pause for a few seconds, then a series of actions, in the released number to call in directly.

No words.

Bartley's vigorous voice was slightly lowered after a pause: "sweet wine, tomorrow... You are going to get married.""The current president of Gu's group holds a wedding. Even if I want to keep a low profile, you should have seen it abroad."

"You didn't tell me."

"Is it necessary?" She clasped her pen silently, smiling and never calmed down: "your father-in-law has been looking for me. My mother has been dead for more than 20 years, and I am not a weak little girl who needs to be taken care of. Let's go with the past. Whether you want to make amends or I don't forgive you, it's our mutual business, Please don't disturb others with your emotions, OK? "

After all, mujiutian doesn't want to have any entanglement and connection with butler.

"Sweet wine, don't..."

Sudden heavy cough, he seems to be sick, embarrassed and torn heart and lungs, next to James's advice: "Sir, you calm down, the doctor said your mood is not easy to have too much ups and downs."

"It's OK. I know it." He waved his hand to James, and Bartley's voice became old for a moment. Through the current, he stood in front of the French window of the office. The quiet before dawn had a reassuring feeling: "I'm sorry, I wanted to attend your wedding very much, but I'm not comfortable recently, so... Jesse has passed, he and I promised. We all know that you don't want us to attend your wedding. He just gives you a present

"You can deny me my own father, but you can't stop me from admitting that you are my daughter."

Slowly smile, once that even in the dream are overbearing arrogant man, in a slightly hoarse voice said the most powerless words: "wine sweet, you are my own daughter."

Listening to the long busy sound, the wine sweetheart's head is no longer the kind of wanton pleasure, but spread a kind of indescribable confusion.

Sitting on a chair, she stares at the screen of her mobile phone, which has been dark for a long time. At dusk, her mobile phone suddenly rings again.

Elder's voice on the other end of the phone was a little light: "boss, we've won the bidding."

"Did it work?" He didn't move his place for nearly four hours. When mojiutian wanted to move, he almost fell to the ground with numbness on his legs. He didn't exclaim and kept calm: "well, it's good to succeed, otherwise the next auction in Xicheng District will be more than half a year later."

There is a embarrassed one handed support on the table: "when the contract is signed, give the whole company two days paid leave, and invite everyone to dinner to celebrate the success."

"All right, boss." Elder looked at the red light in front of him, stopped his car and said, "where are you? Tomorrow is your wedding. Shall I help you? "

"Hotel."

She didn't want to get married from qingzhai, and then she would go back to qingzhai.

He moved his legs and feet tentatively, and his voice was indescribably tired: "I don't need you to help me. I heard that the Secretary had done a good job, but... Let me ask you something."

"You said

"Will gunshot wounds leave any sequelae?"

Mu wine sweet also don't know why, suddenly is such a sentence.

Just now, Bartley's cough was not like a cold or a cold, and James didn't let his mood fluctuate too much. In the past year, he only suffered a gunshot wound.

ERD's time with mujiutian was short, so he didn't know about Bartley.

Subconsciously, he responded: "it's not easy to say. It also needs to be classified according to the types of gunshot wounds. If it's a penetrating wound, as long as it doesn't damage the arteries and bones, it doesn't matter if you keep it well in the later stage. If it is a penetrating gunshot wound, it is necessary to see if the organs are injured, and some bullets will kill the tissues in the body after entering the body and cause cavities, which will cause more serious injuries to the body. "

Bartley should have been hit in the chest and abdomen at that time, and Mu Jiutian didn't care about the specific location, and he never paid attention to it before.

"Boss, who was shot?"

"No

Mujiutian responded, but his brain was filled with Bartley's voice, which could be called embarrassed.

She didn't know what had happened during this period, which made Bartley say nothing about forgiveness, confession or fault, just telling herself.

No matter how she retorts, she is his own daughter by blood.

Maybe Bartley is old, maybe he is in the marriage stage.

She really doesn't know

That constantly reverberates slightly hoarse voice finally turns into own heartbeat, Mu Jiutian one word: "it's OK, I just casually ask."One night without a dream, the next day before the sun rose, the door of her hotel was knocked. It was not like the staff who came to help her make up, let alone Gu Shaoqing.

Mujiutian went to open the door. She never thought that the first person she met before the wedding would be him.

A small gift box hung on a well-defined finger pushed over: "you're going to get married."

"Well, aren't you going to wish me a happy wedding?"

Wayne Jesse has never thought of such a day. He thinks that even if Mu Jiutian refuses to admit them and return to the Wayne family, she will never go on with Gu Shaoqing because of her intelligence. After all, Gu Shaoqing is

"A person like that, who stabbed you to my mother as a junior, calculated you, forced you, and didn't like you, Can you tell me why? "

"I admit what you said before." Without looking at the gifts placed on the table, mujiutian looks up at the face that is almost the same as himself. It has the three-dimensional and handsome features of Westerners, but it has no implication of Oriental people: "Gu Shaoqing has indeed calculated and forced me, but he also likes me."

"Like you?"

Jen and Jesse seem to hear some funny jokes: "how can I hear that Gu Shaoqing's family name is Liu from the beginning to the end. Even at the beginning, you were liked because of her similar temperament." Almost angry, eyebrow heavy fold: "and your wedding is not to please surname Liu?"? Why, is Gu Shaoqing not invited, or do you dare not? "

What's the name of Liu Mengrong? I bet on mujiutian. I'm sure Jesse didn't remember it.

Fingertip casually on the desktop light buckle two: "Liu Mengrong has not returned home, I go where please."

"It's just an ex girlfriend. Don't tell me that you haven't had an ex girlfriend. No matter how many stories you have, it's nothing now."

"Bartley told me you promised him you wouldn't come to my wedding." Mu wine sweet light smile, canthus eyebrows hook up the kind of: "how? I'm not ready to leave yet, but the staff waiting to make up for me have come to watch you go out of my room? "

Jayne Jesse stares at her, the bottom of her eyes seems to be dyed with a blue flame, and I don't know whether it's the attitude of admiring sweet wine or the marriage.

Maybe the former is more.

The gift also arrived. He turned around and was ready to leave, but before he reached the door, the door was knocked again.