She frowned, and the forbearance in her eyes was immediately caught by him. For a moment, he was like a peacock with its tail open, unfolding his proud fighting power.
That expression of "Say, I ask you to say it now" really left Su Yutong speechless.
She didn't want to dwell too much on this with him.
He just said quickly: "About what happened that day, I just want to say one thing. I did not have an affair, and I did not have a cold war with you. Time is really running out."
Still so calm.
Nie Chuhang frowned and stared at her without letting go.
"Mommy..." Little Lucky's shout also sounded outside the door.
Su Yutong couldn't bear it anymore. She lowered her voice and glared at him, "What do you want?"
She was already like this, so what else could he choose?
Do you have to have trouble with her?
Nie Chuhang curled his lips in great discomfort, and said awkwardly: "I want you to look at me squarely!"
"I'm looking at you now!"
After saying this, she raised her voice and shouted: "Lucky wait, mommy will get up."
She wanted to get out of bed, but Nie Chuhang still pulled her, "That's not what I meant."
"Let go. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later."
"Then take the initiative to kiss me now!"
Su Yutong's movements were stagnant, as if she couldn't believe his request, but sometimes his stubbornness really resembled Little Lucky's occasional stubbornness.
Feeling annoyed, she leaned forward and kissed him on the corner of his lips, and then left quickly without him stopping her.
It's just a kiss, what does it count?
She could bear whatever he did to her every day, let alone just a kiss.
She felt disdainful, quickly packed herself up, went out, and took little Lucky to wash up and make breakfast.
But in the room, Nie Chuhang reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, but he was still dissatisfied. This was obviously perfunctory.
This woman is so well-behaved and unusual that it makes him feel like a dormant little lion, ready to attack him at any time. Why does he have this feeling? Maybe it is the so-called sixth sense of men?
…
Su Yutong didn't go to that player gathering, even though Xiao Tian desperately told her that Gu Meiren had already made her clothes and was just waiting to style them.
She just went around as a staff member.
In the lively scene, she silently made herself invisible.
On this day, Nie Chuhang was too busy and he couldn't care about her. Su Yutong hid in the corner and watched Bai Tian'er standing closest to him in a white ancient costume.
She curled her lips, and a flash of indifference flashed in her eyes. She even had a feeling that Bai Tian'er would come back to him immediately.
At least, push her away.
She didn't want to stand in that position anymore. Nie Chuhang would never know what she was pretending to be.
Her arms suddenly tightened, and before she could react, she was already being pulled towards a room.
The person in front of her was wearing a white suit, elegant and handsome, as bright as the washed blue sky and white clouds. He was looking at her with his lips pursed without saying a word.
Su Yutong tilted his head and said with a smile: "Young Master Gu, you are so handsome today, but why don't you wear ancient clothes? I remember that your cosplayer is His Highness from the Paradise Hall, right?"
"Since you won't participate, why should I wear those clothes again?"
Gu Shaojie asked back, his brows never relaxed, and his tight lips were also his behavior when he was unhappy.