Chapter 311

When mujiutian returned to qingzhai, Gu Shaoqing was not there, and she didn't ask. She asked aunt Yu to make a cup of flower tea for her at will. She nestled in the single sofa on the balcony, bathed in the sun that was about to go west, and idly turned the pages of the book.

Autobiography of Napoleon. She just bought it.

Until 5:30, Gu Shaoqing did not come back. Aunt Yu came up and knocked on the door: "madam, will you come back for dinner in the evening?"

"I don't know." Then he folded the page he was looking at into the corner. Mujiutian turned to look at it. He was wearing a thin household clothes and folded his legs. He said with a casual smile: "my mobile phone is out of power. Would you like to call and ask?"

The mobile phone on the next coffee table vibrated. Aunt Yu was so far away that she didn't notice it at all, so she nodded and said, "OK, I see, madam."

Looking at Aunt Yu's help to close the door, Mu Jiutian thought that even if she figured it out, she would be more or less worried about it, but she didn't know whether it was her weak feelings or her lack of love. As long as she had something on hand, she could forget Gu Shaoqing completely.

Including reading.

The mobile phone vibrated again. She picked it up at will. There were two more blocked SMS boxes, both from Wayne Jesse.

Sweet wine. My grandfather wants to see you again.

Half a minute later, another one came.

You can rest assured that he didn't mean any harm. He just wanted to apologize for what happened last time.

Last time.

Is it necessary? Mujiutian didn't return, so he threw his mobile phone back at will.

At six o'clock sharp, the villa hall was well lit, but it was quiet and bright as if there were no people.

Looking around, Gu Shaoqing subconsciously frowns. Before she has time to change her shoes, she immediately takes out her mobile phone and wants to call mujiutian, but she hears a little movement in the kitchen.

She's cooking?

When the spade touched the edge of the pot, the sound covered Gu Shaoqing's footsteps. Aunt Yu was startled when she noticed the shadow: "Sir, are you back?" Almost biting her tongue, she slowed down: "the meal will be ready soon, just a moment."

It's not Mujiu.

A touch of irritability sprang up in my heart. I raised my hand and pressed my eyebrows: "en."

The car accident the night before yesterday hurt Liu Mengrong's old injury again. Although it was not very serious, it was handled in time and there was no infection, but it hurt her so much that it was difficult for her to get out of bed and walk. That night's wedding night, he really didn't have time to react much, only with the guilt of Meng Rong directly made a choice.

When Liu Mengrong tried to endure the pain and wanted him to stay with her, he was thinking, if he really didn't go back, would the sleeping woman in the green house directly divorce him.

Until now, he was thinking.

Pondering over the bottom of my eyes, but no one has found the hidden, skimming over the food that has been loaded next to me, are all mujiutian's favorite: "where's madam?"

"My wife is upstairs. She seems to be reading when she comes back in the afternoon."

Pure French books, mujiutian read with relish, with the side of the light on, even the dark down do not know.

Until the familiar voice in the head of the low ring: "what are you looking at?"

The fragrance of Cologne with strong masculine flavor is pressed down. The shirt made by hand is pasted on her arm, flat without any wrinkles. The long finger holds her hand warm and closes the page to reveal the cover.

"Autobiography of Napoleon, why do you suddenly look at this?"

Almost from the back of her whole embrace, mujiutian as long as one side of the head can bump into the man's eyes that jump with complex light, facial features lines slightly tight.

Smile, she just ready to speak, a wisp of fragrance along the flowing air floated into her breath.

It's very light, but it can't be ignored. It's mixed with Cologne with suitable fragrance, but it's domineering.

Dior She never used the brand.

Eye tail slowly stir up, Mu Jiutian heard his voice in the quiet room: "nothing, just idle and bored, just look at it at will."

"Like Napoleon?"

"No, I just think there is a good sentence in it."

"What's that?" Gu Shaoqing asked subconsciously.

He lowered his head again and turned out his folded page. Word by word, he read in a cold voice: "there are only two forces in the world: Sword and thought. In the long run, the sword is always defeated by the mind. "

It's like she wants a divorce.It can't be just a matter of fact, just like a shrew.

"Wine is sweet." Gu Shaoqing didn't know why she always felt something was wrong. Her expression was flat when she spoke. Her long finger raised her hair: "what's the matter with you?"

"It's OK."

Obediently nestled in his arms, gentle smile: "not in the exchange of reading experience, if you don't like Napoleon, I won't discuss with you next time."

Without waiting for him to speak, she looked down at the watch on her wrist: "it's almost seven o'clock. The food should be ready. You should be hungry after a busy day. Let's go down for dinner."

Gu Shaoqing looked down at her.

A light colored home skirt, white and smooth face, no long hair cover, outline a smile, how to look like a little girl as clean and soft.

When the long finger touched, Gu Shaoqing could smell her fragrance from the tip of her nose, and her voice was low: "still angry? I apologize to you. After Meng Rong leaves hospital, I will not contact her easily, OK

"No Mujiutian answered, straightened out her two long white legs and looked down for her slippers: "you and Miss Liu have explained to me. I'm not angry. It's natural for you to take care of Miss Liu. There's no need to worry about me."

"Sweet wine..."

"I mean it."

Across the sofa, two people stood face to face, mujiutian said quietly: "you explained everything to me yesterday. As your wife, you will naturally support you."

Gu Shaoqing stared at her clear black and white eyes: "really?"

"Yes." Mu wine sweet soft chin, as if nothing had happened from the beginning to the end of the general, led him out: "eat it, or later it will be cold, your stomach is not good, do not always eat cold things."

But Gu Shaoqing didn't move: "I haven't changed my clothes yet."

Mu Jiutian looks back at him. His suit coat has been taken off, but his shirt is still wearing a tie. After thinking about it, he really doesn't have the habit of wearing a coat for dinner.

Then he folded it back and helped him to take off his tie with his own hands: "you go to wash first, and I'll help you with your clothes. Which one do you want to wear?"

As a result, the room will be more than a busy thin shadow, soft and considerate eyebrows quiet, apricot eyes clear looking at him, from the beginning to the end have no impatience.

It's very different from the woman who slapped him that night.

Finally, aunt Yu laughed at them when she brought the dishes and chopsticks over: "my husband and wife are really in love. They also hold hands when they eat."

Looking at Gu Shaoqing's big palm when he came down from the upstairs, Mu Jiutian looked up at him again and whispered: "have a meal."

Two people, the food is not so much.

Four dishes and one soup is just enough.

But in the middle of the meal, the doorbell was suddenly rang. Aunt Yu heard the news and hurried to the door by wiping her hands on her apron. Across the living room and the porch, Mu Jiutian couldn't see who it was. She could only hear aunt Yu's voice with a little surprise: "Mr. Liu?"

"Is brother Gu at home?"

"Yes."

Smell speech, for the first time, Gu Shaoqing's eyebrows wrinkled, eyes focused on Mu wine sweet body.

However, Mu Jiutian didn't give him any eyes. He scooped up the porridge and sent it to the import, which was very gentle and quiet.

Liu Feixuan put his hands in his pockets and came in with bandages tied on his forehead. He was still very mild in disguise, but he couldn't cover his shallow nature. He wanted to shout when he was familiar with it, but he choked when he saw the sweet wine.

Pause for two seconds: "Gu Ge, Miss Mu is also here?"

"Yes." In response, Mu Jiutian quickly raised his eyes and looked at him: "Hello, Mr. Liu. Have you eaten yet? If not, I'll ask aunt Yu to add a pair of chopsticks."

"No, No."

Under the light, two people sat side by side, seemingly harmonious and happy, but Liu Feixuan felt there was something wrong.

"Gu Ge..." he tried to open his mouth: "you and miss mu, this is..."

"Remember to call her sister-in-law later."

Although the news of Gu group's president's marriage caused a stir in the whole Xicheng District, it calmed down with the end of the wedding banquet that day. In addition, the two of them only returned home later and suffered a car accident as soon as they returned home. I don't know it's normal.

"What? Are you married? "

Liu Feixuan stares big eyes, subconsciously wants to ask his sister how to do, but when he sees Mu Jiutian, he stops in time.Involuntarily, he took a cold breath and stuttered: "well, congratulations."

"Thank you. I'm afraid you have something to do." Mujiutian put the spoon back into the bowl without making any noise. Wen said with a smile, "you talk. I'm finished. I'll go upstairs and read a book."

She got up, but was suddenly pulled back by a big hand.

On the man's deep eyes, sword eyebrows slightly have a frown, her voice soft: "what's the matter?"

"I'm afraid you're tired the day before yesterday. Your appetite is too weak these two days."

Releasing her wrist, Gu Shaoqing helped her to fill the bowl again. Her deep voice couldn't distinguish her mood: "sit down and eat before you go."

Mu wine sweet pursed lips, staring at not many, many just can be finished by her porridge quantity, at will should: "OK."

In fact, she was really full.

Some of them scooped porridge in their mouths. Looking at Gu Shaoqing, they glanced at Liu Feixuan. They didn't say to sit down, but asked, "is there anything else?"

"Oh, brother Gu, your wallet is in the ward. My sister can't go down to the ground, so I have to deliver it."

It took a few seconds to take it out of his pocket and pass it to him. It's really Gu Shaoqing's wallet. Liu Feixuan hesitated: "brother Gu, I have something else to tell you."

"What, just say it."

Liu Feixuan didn't open his mouth, and his eyes floated to the sweet wine from time to time. The meaning was self-evident.

Put the last spoonful into the import, took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, mujiutian got up and laughed casually: "I finished, go up first, you talk."

No one saw that Gu Shaoqing had no time to stop the step of leaving from the other side.

Mujiutian goes out later than Gu Shaoqing every day, and comes back earlier than him. Every night, he always accompanies him in the study to deal with documents, occasionally chats and watches TV, and most of the time he is reading in the sofa.

The Autobiography of Napoleon.

It's very calm, but it's also very disturbing.

Until the fourth day, as soon as Mu Jiutian came in, aunt Yu welcomed her and helped her pick up the bag: "madam, my husband just called and said he couldn't come back for dinner. He has dinner to attend tonight."

dinner party?

Although mujiutian doesn't go to Gu group, it is still clear about the wind direction in Xicheng District.

Tonight is a small wedding in the entertainment circle. She also asked to send a gift. Half of the people in Xicheng District were at the wedding banquet. Who else would have dinner with Gu Shaoqing or with aunt Yu.

He looked down at his watch, nodded his head and took the bag back: "OK, I just went to Hanjin for dinner. I made an appointment in the afternoon. I thought Gu Shaoqing would push it when he came back."

Han Jin's name, aunt Yu also heard, naturally no doubt.