"What is he doing outside the window?" In fact, she had already expected what he did outside the window, but she just wanted to hear it with her own ears and hear everything about him. Her heart wavered, as if expecting and unwilling
I believe it. How could that noble and god-like man do such a trivial thing?
"When I saw it, the young master was covering the flower seeds with plastic film. I asked to go over and help, but he said that he had to do it himself." Mrs. Zhang thought of the cold wind last night, and the young master squatted an inch in front of the flower bed.
As soon as she wrapped the flower seeds within an inch, her heart was moved.
When had their young master done such a thing? Not to mention being pampered, when had his noble status ever done such things? Their young master had really changed, became flesh and blood, and had feelings. She should be happy,
She should be happy. She shed a handful of tears last night, feeling moved and relieved at the same time.
“Ms.
You feel it all, do you really feel nothing at all?”
"I..." Qingge was speechless for a moment. It wasn't that she didn't feel anything, but she was not sure about his heart, and she was even more unsure about her own heart. Therefore, she would rather choose not to feel or discover.
“Ms.
Give him a chance? She stared blankly at the plastic film and gave him a chance. In fact, her heart had never been locked on him. Giving him a chance was not giving herself a chance to pursue happiness.
, just, will he care? Will he care?
"Sister-in-law Zhang, what has the young master been busy with recently? I rarely see him." Indeed, from the Chinese New Year to now, she has hardly seen him for about half a month. Except for seeing him a few times in the morning, he always
When she went downstairs, all she saw was his leaving figure. In the evening, she waited until ten o'clock and didn't see him come back. She waited until eleven o'clock and didn't see him come back. Only the newspaper on the dining table in the morning told her that he had indeed come back in the evening.
.
He has the habit of reading newspapers for breakfast, and she knows this very well. She has known it since she was brought to the Du family by him.
"Master, he has been back very late recently. I don't know the specific details. I heard that it is related to the company."
"Oh, I know Mrs. Zhang." Qingge stopped talking and stood with his back to Mrs. Zhang, looking at the protected flower seeds. She had been worried that they would be destroyed by the wind and snow, but she didn't expect that someone was here.
When they are most vulnerable, they are taken under their own wings and protected. They are lucky, aren't they?
They are lucky, and she should be lucky too! After all, when she was going through ups and downs, there was a person who told her, trust him, trust him, don't be afraid!
How should I treat it? Now, I can't pretend to know anything, and I can't clearly control my heart from drifting in your direction, even if I am so afraid of the harm you have brought to me, and
The life you are about to face.
I’m even more uncertain about what kind of identity you will keep me by your side in the near future, as a lover, or even as a humbler identity. In short, it won’t be Mrs. Du. People must have some self-awareness. With my identity
, without any family background, without any connections, how could you need such a person to be your wife? At the very least, your wife must be well-rounded and able to cope with the constant troubles around you. But I know that I am not like that.
I have great talent, so I don’t expect it too much.
Du Yuochen, I will not extravagantly hope for happiness that does not belong to me. If one day you let me go and I have to leave you, I will definitely go far away. I hope I will never hear from you again in my life. Look
I don’t want to know who you are, whether you are living well or not, and who you are with. All I remember is the scenes where you touched me, instantly and forever!
I will remember and will not forget!
The weather forecast said it would be cooler today. During dinner, Qinge paid special attention to it. She didn't know what time Du Yuechen would arrive tonight. She seemed to have a lot to say to him. She seemed to miss him a little.
Missing his generous and warm embrace, on such a windy and snowy night, she thought of many of the days they had spent together, the morning when he gave her flowers, the scene where he threatened her to drink medicine, and the times they had been together
The church in Provence, the wish she secretly wrote.
Thinking about it, she felt extremely sweet. Her heart was pounding wildly, and the beating of her thoughts was completely replaced by the sound of her heartbeat. Her hand unconsciously covered her heart, and there was a place there that was beating uncontrollably, and it was getting faster and faster.
It's coming faster and faster, and it's getting more and more intense. She really can't control her heartbeat now!
The little pudding whined at her feet, as if she blamed her for neglecting it. Her thoughts followed her thoughts and drifted very far away. No one knew what she was thinking. Anyway, she always liked to be in a daze.
When Du Liaochen came back in the evening, the Du family was basically in darkness. Everyone had gone to sleep, except Mrs. Zhang who heard the knock on the door and rushed to open the door for him. She asked respectfully, "Master is back."
The other people were completely invisible, and the person he wanted to see the most had already fallen asleep. Recently, because of the project he was cooperating with the Mitsui Group, he came back at one or two o'clock every night, and it was even harder to see him.
Disaster.
He told Mrs. Zhang to go down and have a rest. There was no need to make him a midnight snack. He had no appetite. He walked upstairs and found the first room at the corner of the stairs, his study. When he walked in, it was as clean and deserted as usual.
He was a bit self-deprecating, what was he imagining?
Pushing the door open and walking into the bathroom, no matter how busy he is, he has the habit of taking a bath, usually for half an hour. I heard that the person in charge of the Mitsui Group has arrived in City S. It seems that he has to find time to talk to the person in charge.
, after all, Du Shi has already invested in the development of new projects. If it stops at this moment, Du Shi's losses will be much greater than those of Mitsui Group. Therefore, in this battle, no defeat is allowed.
But since the Mitsui Group just wants to improve its interests, why has it been reluctant to meet and used various excuses to prevaricate? Is there any other purpose? The Du family has no relationship with Japan's Mitsui Group, that is, the Mu family, except this time
We have never dealt with the development of land projects. What is the reason for their delay?
Is it just to force him to bother him, to put pressure on his time, and to strive for greater benefits, then they should meet with him as soon as possible. He was still thinking about this problem when he walked out of the bathroom door, but he couldn't figure it out.
.What the hell is Mu Lixu doing? But it seems that the whole thing is becoming more and more challenging and interesting?
"Who? Come in." The sound of people walking back and forth outside the study brought him back to his thoughts. He never allowed others to approach his study, let alone come in. Even the cleaning work has been done by Mrs. Zhang for more than ten years.
. He is very vigilant and defensive, and he cannot trust other people at all.
His tone was unkind and his voice was cold. The people outside were startled, and they opened the door cautiously, revealing most of their heads.
"Is it you?" His tone was no longer stiff and cold, but rather annoyance. Could it be that he was blaming his poor tone for scaring her? He looked at her cautious movements and wanted to bite off his tongue. Just now he
What are you yelling about?
"It's so late, what are you doing here if you don't sleep?" He stared at her panicked eyes, and a suspicious blush floated on her cheeks.
She was being shy for no reason. When she lowered her head and looked down, she realized that the straps of her pajamas had untied at some point, revealing her muscular upper body. He tied the straps casually, not forgetting to deliberately laugh at Qingge, who had rosy cheeks at the moment.
"Unexpectedly, you are still a peeping tom, and you want it so much, huh." The next second, Qingge's small chin was held in his hand and rubbed back and forth. He was already standing in front of her, with an absolute advantage.
Admiring her embarrassment.
"You...you, let me go." Qingge was embarrassed and anxious. She just wanted to bring him a glass of milk and say thank you to him. Unexpectedly...although she saw his body, she had no conscience.
, she really didn’t mean it. It was obvious that he didn’t tie up his pajamas after taking a shower, and still relied on her to spy on him. In fact, he was an exhibitionist himself.
"Let go, do you think it's possible? You brought this to your door yourself. I'm not a modest gentleman. I can still sit still in my arms with a beauty by my side, so..." His kiss came wildly, and his hands held her tightly.
He held her chin with his other hand and held the back of her head. Before she could finish her words, he unexpectedly kissed her lips.
"Woo~~" All the words of resistance and rejection were melted in this passionate kiss. Qingge's hand shook, and a cup of snow-white liquid spilled on the gray-white carpet. The sound of the glass hitting the ground was not as crisp as expected.
It seemed a little dull, maybe because it was blocked by the carpet. The glass just lay quietly on the gray-white carpet and was not broken.
However, he would probably be angry if his place was soiled. She really suspected that this man had severe mysophobia, and he would not touch even the slightest bit of unclean things.
Just like he said when he caught her, he would never touch unclean things. You should feel lucky that I still want you. He actually thought that she was that kind of casual woman who had already slept with more than one man.
bed. In fact, he was her first man and the only one.
Even in the most difficult time when she needed money the most, she never sold her body in a despicable manner. Only that time with him, she was really desperate. Her mother was anxiously waiting for her father to come back. She was already sick. If
If she doesn't beg him, then I'm afraid the mother and daughter will never see her father again.
Although her father is still dead and the result is the same, she at least tried hard, even if the result is something she is unwilling to bear and cannot bear.
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