Carrying coffee, Qiao Raoruo walked carefully to the door of the study room and knocked politely.
Until a cold voice came out: "Come in."
Qiao Raoruo took a deep breath and then pushed the door open. The room was very quiet. Beside the burgundy solid wood table, Gu Haoran was wearing a handmade suit and was concentrating on working on his laptop. The green light shone on that table.
There is an indescribable elegance to his handsome face.
"Your coffee." Qiao Raoruo placed the coffee cup on the table. The quiet environment made her move unconsciously softer.
"Yeah." He responded casually, without even raising his head. She was a little discouraged. She stood alone behind her, staring at his back in a daze.
The man's back in the suit is straight and upright, and you can faintly see the body lines underneath, which are smooth and perfect.
The suit really suited him. But in Qiao Raoruo's mind, what impressed him most was a white sweater. At that time, he was wearing a white sweater, with soft hair and a clean temperament. He was wearing long hair in the kindergarten.
Among the little boys with a runny nose, he is really special.
At that time, she didn't know what liking meant. She only knew that she was very happy every time she saw him. She would be happy for several days after casually saying a word to him.
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Gu Haoran typed for a while, and seemed to feel a little thirsty. His eyes were still fixed on the computer screen in front of him, and he reached out to touch the coffee. Unfortunately, he was multitasking. Not only did he not get the cup, but he carelessly overturned the coffee, which turned brown.
The liquid spread all over the table.
"ah……."
The first person to shout was Qiao Raorao. She quickly took out a few napkins from her pocket and covered the coffee to prevent the liquid from flowing freely.
"Why are you here?" Gu Haoran said coldly, watching with cold eyes.
"Uh..." Qiao Raorao, who was cleaning the table, replied nonchalantly, "I'll bring you coffee."
He frowned, his expression clearly displeased. He clearly remembered that he asked Jian Ming to deliver the coffee, so why did he change it to her?
"I snatched Mr. Jian's coffee..." In his cold eyes, her voice became lower and lower: "I brought it to him." After saying that, she unconsciously reached out and wiped it.
Put away the non-existent sweat on your forehead.
What should I do? She becomes so nervous whenever she talks to him... Well...
He continued to scan her. The girl in front of him had yellow and black skin, and her complexion looked very bad. But on such a face, she had a pair of fairly fine and beautiful facial features.
However, he squinted slightly, why did he feel that this face was very familiar. It seemed like - where had he seen it before?
Qiao Raorao wiped her forehead again, what should she do? She was nervous and wanted to pee...
There were still coffee stains on her fingertips. As she wiped her forehead from left to right, the dark powder that had been piled thickly gradually fell off, revealing the fair and clean skin underneath.
Everything fell into his eyes, but she knew nothing about it.
Gu Haoran raised his lips and raised his fingers at her: "Come here..."
Huh? Qiao Raorao froze and turned red with embarrassment.
He...he...he is smiling at her! He is really smiling at her! What should I do? She is so nervous!
After cheering up, Qiao Raoruo walked up to him with her head lowered. A pair of cold fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head. The other hands caressed her face, caressing her left and right.
.
There was something in the man's pale eyes that she couldn't see clearly.
Qiao Raorao's face turned red, he was touching her! He was actually touching her!
When faced with the intimacy of a stranger of the opposite sex, she shouldn't be like in the TV series, where she should bravely kick him in the face, then raise her hair in a cool and unrestrained way, and say noble and cool: "I x!"
But what is the situation now? Her face turned shamefully red, her body felt shamefully hot, and her heartbeat speeded up shamefully...
oh~no!
It took a long time, like centuries, before he let her go and explained calmly: "There is something on your face..."
It turns out, it’s like this! Qiao Raoruo held her heart in confusion. He was just wiping the dirt for her...
"Oh..." She lowered her head and said dullly: "Mr. Gu, I'm going out first, you can continue working."
"Yeah." He nodded.
The moment the door closed, he spread out his palms, and a few obvious touches of grayish-yellow on the fingertips of his right hand made him look stern. He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
Originally, in the past two days, he planned to send this completely unqualified little nurse back to his country. But now, he crumpled up a plane ticket in the desk drawer and threw it into the trash can.
But now, he realized that he seemed to be being followed.
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When dinner was approaching, Xia Tong finally came back. These days, her complexion was getting better and better, and she was much more energetic.
After dinner, she sat on the sofa doing cross-stitch while he read a book beside her. Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was surprisingly peaceful and warm.
After less than an hour of embroidering, she felt sleepy, then hugged a pillow and fell asleep.
He put down the book and gently and very carefully pulled away the pillow from her arms. The little woman, who had lost her hug, subconsciously reached out and hugged one of his arms, gave her a few clicks, and continued to sleep.
That sleeping face was as gentle and charming as ever. There was a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the faint smile appeared at the corner of the mouth, making people unable to look away.
Gu Haoran reached out and pushed her messy hair behind her ears. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, her mood suddenly became heavy.
Recently, she has been sleeping longer and longer, and her forgetfulness is worse than before.
Sometimes, when he saw her confused and anxious expression, trying very hard to remember something but couldn't remember it, he would always carefully hide his guilt and guilt.
He didn't know if what he was doing was right?
At first, he really just wanted to help her and didn't want to see her in pain. In the American hospital, he spent sleepless nights, crying, and even self-mutilation and suicide... Every time, he was frightened to the point of being physically and mentally broken.
During that time, he seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff every minute, and if he wasn't careful, he might fall to pieces.
For the first time in his life, he felt such fear, uneasiness, and fear of loss.
Finally, when he took her out of the bathroom with a pale face for the last time after cutting her pulse and committing suicide, he made up his mind to make her forget the past.
Yes, forget everything.
Forget the unhappy, fearful, terrifying and nightmare-like past one by one.