This is the first time Xu Siyue has never kissed Gu Xuechen before.

During the period of love, as long as she was with Gu Xuechen, she didn't need to worry about these intimate things. He seemed cold and self-control, but he always liked to hold her and kiss her in the no one's corridor, auditorium library, and seemed to be unable to get enough of it.

Of course, we can't compare with that time now, but after Xu Siyue kissed her, she realized that it would be a different feeling to take the initiative to seduce him.

Her ears were slightly red and she licked her lips lightly.

Gu Xuechen's touch is better than expected...

His cheeks were a little cold, like a very good-looking ice-moist jade. He couldn't help but want to ignite him with his body temperature.

Xu Siyue's heart was stirred back and forth by invisible feathers, so she couldn't calm down at all. She really wanted to taste him again.

Before Gu Xuechen could react, she stood on tiptoe again and planned to kiss the corner of his lips with a timid attitude, but before she could touch it, her jaw was tightly snatched by the man's fingers.

Xu Siyue didn't resist and asked innocently: "What are you doing? I'm serious, if you indulge me, you won't suffer any loss if you only have benefits."

A layer of redness in Gu Xue's eyes was stirred up, and dark fire was jumping. He stared at Xu Siyue's slightly opened lips, and his chest was sore that it was impulse that it hurt. He just wanted to bite her hard and let her be at peace quickly.

His Adam's apple slid a little, and his mouth became dry.

I wanted to pull her over, pinch her and not move around, blindfolded her eyes that were always careless, kissed her desperately, and swallowed her into her stomach.

Thinking of going crazy, but not.

Gu Xuechen clasped her hands tighter, and the joints were tense. When he saw that she was hurt, he let go slightly as if he was burned: "Do you think it was four years ago? Save the effort, I can't be at your mercy anymore."

Xu Siyue let him control it and tilted her head: "Then why are you not at work yet at noon and cooking noodles for me with your own hands?"

Gu Xuechen sneered: "I'll cook it for myself, and you'll have the rest."

Xu Siyue raised her red lips: "Aren't you tired if you are stubborn?"

"It's not as tired as you," he laughed indifferently, "I just went to the cemetery to help you hold an umbrella, so that you can't control yourself and kiss and hug you? Xu Siyue, do you want your face to be reserved?"

If you want to put it in the past, Xu Siyue had already exploded when she heard this, but now she is all immune. She slowly said to him: "Yes, I am so superficial. Holding an umbrella will make me take the initiative to get close to you. You'll make a lot of money."

She deliberately provoked him, and her chin moved in his palm, her head tilted, and she kissed him again on his finger, saying meaningfully: "My husband tastes really good, and he even kisses his hands very well."

Gu Xuechen's wrist trembled and pushed her away.

Xu Siyue pinched his face sore by him and complained with grievance: "Look, you must have been pinched red! Do you know how many thousand gold coins in Mingcheng want to make my face? You won't cherish it even if you get it."

Gu Xue suppressed her breathing, not covering up the fierce look in her eyes: "If you dare to have another time, it will be more than just red."

She seemed to have resistance, neither angry nor ashamed, her peach blossom eyes were watery, and she had a little pity for her long eyelashes. Her facial features were extremely beautiful, so beautiful that she was presumptuous.

Gu Xuechen forced himself to look away, turned around and threw the vegetables used for color matching into the pot, turned off the fire, and said nothing.

Xu Siyue stepped forward, picked up the chopsticks and stirred the noodles. It was just enough to eat and it tasted very fragrant.

She sang, "If you don't eat it, the noodles will all belong to me."

The answer to her was the loud sound of closing the door.

Xu Siyue then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The lips were a little hot, and his temperature remained. She reached out and touched her, feeling a little unfulfilled.

Intimacy is actually addictive, she really wants to... try kissing his cold lips again.

Gu Xuechen went out early and returned late for three consecutive days, trying not to meet Xu Siyue. He persisted at Shenlan Technology until late at night and confirmed that she would not be awake, so he came back quietly. He stood outside her door for a moment and left early the next day.

When they met, they were torturing his patience.

Xu Siyue was not idle either. After the comic was posted on the homepage of the website, her popularity soared. She was overwhelmed by news of urging updates every day. Moreover, she would naturally not neglect her if she painted more and made more money.

In addition to rushing for updates, she also devoted some of her energy to the design drawings of the characters' clothing.

The editor also came to her: "Master, considering that the website has a high voice for fans, I plan to discuss with you and combine several peripheral products. The clothes are more complicated, but they are not suitable for making them for the time being. They mainly have bags. I want to make two models according to the picture and share them with you in proportion. Do you think it can?"

Xu Siyue thought about it for a few minutes and replied to her: "Sorry, I only paint and don't open this kind of authorization."

Comics are accidents, and design is her job.

There is no condition in Britain, and all inspiration and energy are exhausted, blocking her hope for this road, but now, she sees another ray of light.

Readers can imitate it by looking at pictures, and the comic website has also seized this potential business opportunity, so why can't she do it herself?

It is not based on comics and does not require gimmicks. It is just Xu Siyue, who uses the graphics designed by himself to make something different from the public.

She doesn't want to be a waste of Xu Cheng's words that is ignorant and dependent on people for making money, nor does she want to be looked down upon by Gu Xuechen because of her lack of money.

Xu Siyue searched through the existing design drawings and finally picked out a pair of men and women's handbags. They were exquisite and neat, not frilled, and were especially suitable for the male protagonist in the painting, and also...

Her husband.

Xu Siyue decided to try it on her own. When she was studying design at school before going abroad, handicrafts was also a compulsory course for her. She scored high every time, and the finished products could be sold almost directly.

Before placing a suitable leather on Taobao, Xu Siyue skillfully dialed a number to harass the dog man who doesn't go home every day.

The inside line of 044 was blocked once. When the second time, Qiao Yu answered: "Madam, Mr. Gu is not in the office, there is a meeting."

“When will it disperse?”

Qiao Yu thought nervously: "...not sure."

Xu Siyue didn't make things difficult for him: "Then I'll send him a WeChat message."

Qiao Yu hung up and breathed a sigh of relief with concern, his nose a little sore.

Since he experienced the sudden headache and coma of Mr. Gu, he has not recovered yet and cannot accept it.

In his eyes, Gu Xuechen is invincible. With his own ability, he is the leader in the field of obscure and crowded artificial intelligence today. Others may not know it, but he knows that the most important Deep Blue Technology is all achieved by Gu Xuechen in recent years.

What is squeezed is hard work and health.

After the last time the disease broke out, Mr. Gu gave him a hush fee. He cried on the spot, not wanting a penny, so he begged him to go for treatment quickly so that his wife can know that it is easy to take care of him.

Mr. Gu's reaction was very indifferent, just asked him to keep the secret and not mention anything.

The same is true today. Mr. Gu didn’t go to a meeting at all, but was forcibly picked up by Dr. Jiang.

In the clinic of the chief physician of the Department of Neurosurgery of Huaren Hospital, Jiang Li threw a bag of medicine and the result of taking a picture in front of Gu Xuechen: "You should take a look with your own eyes. The size, location of the tumor, and the text below are written very clearly. I don't need to explain it to President Gu, right?"

Gu Xuechen lowered his eyes quietly, his eyes falling on it.

It is a little bigger than the last time I checked and is very close to the main blood vessel in the skull. It will gradually compress its optic nerve. The pain during the attack will be more severe, resulting in severe tinnitus, vomiting, and coma.

His voice was cold and moist: "I'm going to change the dressing again?"

Since he discovered this tumor, he has changed oral medication several times, and each one is very difficult to take.

Jiang Li tried not to get angry as much as possible: "This is the last time I will change the medicine for you. Do you understand what I mean? You have developed to this day, and there is no more effective medicine to change."

"What's more, the effect of the drug is only to maintain your intracranial pressure at normal levels," he emphasized, "You can't let the tumor disappear, you can't help you get better, and you can't even make it happen."

"You have said it many times, don't repeat it," Gu Xuechen nodded. The light from the roof shone on his face, but it couldn't penetrate the thick ink in his eyes. "Jiang Li, do you really want to give me surgery? Do you really want to let me die at your hands?"

Jiang Li's face suddenly changed, and his hands subconsciously clenched into fists: "When I first discovered it, it could be cured, but it was not that serious! I had to delay it! I asked you to take half a year to treat it, but you didn't agree to anything you said! Isn't it worth it to change half a year for a lifetime?!"

Gu Xue sank and stared at the wedding ring on her ring finger.

A very simple circle was worn by Si Yue himself on the wedding day.

He touched it, and the black eyelashes covered the shallow shadows on his eyelids.

Some people always ask him if he is worth it, but since he has been stumbled to this day since he was a child, the important thing has never been worth it, only willingness.

More than two years ago, he devoted all his energy to Deep Blue Technology, and suddenly fell in the laboratory and was sent to Huaren Hospital by Jiang Yan. Only then did he realize that something that was not supposed to have grown in his only head that was useful to Siyue.

He used to hear that people with brain tumors are worried and stagnant, and they cannot be relieved forever.

Jiang Li told him that it was not serious, but the location was very bad, but fortunately it was not too big to be controlled. He immediately had surgery and rested with peace of mind for another half a year, and let his family take good care of him, and he would basically be cured.

But at that time, Deep Blue Technology died at the most critical stage, or entered the altar, all in this most important half year.

If he undergoes surgery, everything he gives will not exist. He is not afraid of failure or start over. What he is afraid of is that Siyue can't wait.

Siyue is already ill and knows nothing about the situation of the Xu family in China. Rumors are everywhere in Mingcheng, and they are all secretly mocking the once glorious eldest daughter of the Xu family in Ming Dynasty.

He understood that Xu Cheng could not make a comeback at all. Money would make a person distorted extremes, and his daughter would sooner or later become his tools and bargaining chips. When Siyue returned to China, she would completely fall from heaven to hell.

If no one catches him, his little moon will be crushed to pieces.

He couldn't stop.

What's more, he had no relatives and no reason, and was alone and no one took care of him.

He smiled and said to Jiang Li, "Sorry, I don't have time, just take some delayed medicine."

Over such a long time, he had had many attacks, from being able to withstand it, to being defeated and being sent to the hospital, and when he was awake when he was unconscious, he always thought about Si Yue's face.

She was ten years old, wearing a braid and dragging him back from the edge of hell.

At the age of fifteen, she skipped class and climbed over the wall and fell into his arms.

Eighteen-year-old walked up to him in a white dress and smiled sweetly and said that she fell in love with him at first sight.

She leaned on his shoulder with a red face when she was in love, and her eyes would be closed under his kiss.

I just survived it again and again, and didn't feel it was very hard.

Jiang Li was unwilling to give up, so he caught him when he had time, took him to the hospital, and forced him to the ward to chat with similar patients, so that he could hear others say how good it is to be alive.

So he always asked.
To be continued...