I seem to be really stupid. It doesn’t matter who Ji Minmin is, or when Jun Changqian will find a girlfriend, as long as he doesn’t chase me away, it’ll be fine. Don’t I care about staying by his side?
I opened my eyes and looked at him. For the first time, I didn't use the wrong title: "Uncle, tell me a story."
Jun Changqian's eyes flashed slightly, as if there would be some undetectable changes in his expression as soon as I called him.
Jun Changqian smoothed my long hair on the bed and began to preach in a deep voice: "Once upon a time, there was a boy who was sent to a foreign country at a young age by his mother who thought he was a good excuse..."
He used to tell me stories, most of them were Grimm's fairy tales, with the ending of the prince and princess living happily together. But today's story is clearly not a fairy tale, because there is a strong storm in the depths of his eyes.
shadow.
I didn't interrupt, and I didn't care about what he was going to say. I just felt a slight pain in my heart, and I really wanted to get up and hug him, touch his dark eyes, and dispel the shadow in his eyes that was so thick that it couldn't be removed.
After all, I didn’t do that. I closed my eyes. His voice was low and beautiful, as beautiful as a cello. Coupled with the faint fragrance of gardenia and the hypnotic and soothing effect of hot milk, he was telling a story that had not yet reached the end.
I had already fallen asleep. I remember an impressive sentence I heard before falling asleep: "The little boy was attracted by her eyes, and from then on..."
When I woke up in the morning, Jun Changqian was not in the room. There was a note on the table, saying that he asked me to stay in the hotel. He had visited the construction site and would come back to pick me up for lunch.
There was a piano, books, TV, CDs, and many other things for me to entertain myself in the room, but I just sat cross-legged on the floor and stared at the big floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.
It was almost accurate. Half an hour after I got up, someone knocked on the door and the hotel brought breakfast. He said it was from Mr. Jun. Jun Changqian’s meticulousness is beyond the reach of ordinary people. He even connected my biological clock.
Everything is clear.
After breakfast, I sat back in front of the window. The ginkgo trees outside the window began to shed their leaves, and they were covered with golden leaves. The weather was fine, and the sunlight fell on the whirling leaves, creating layers of shimmer.
I didn't want to do anything, so I just sat there blankly. It wasn't until Jun Changqian came back that I realized that half of my arms were slightly numb from holding my chin.
Jun Changqian came in talking to Yu Bei, "I want information from that era. The sooner and more the better."
Yu Bei said: "It's really strange, Julie. It's just a hotel built in W city. Is it necessary to do so much? It's the city of the Pharaohs, and it needs to be decorated according to the decoration design of that period..."
Jun Changqian didn't answer his complaint and walked straight towards me. His voice was lighter than before, but still had a hint of reproach: "Why are you sitting on the floor again? City W is cooler than City S.
The floor is cold, do you want to catch a cold?"
I pouted, grabbed his forearm and stood up, only to find that my feet were numb and I couldn't even stand steady.
Jun Changqian sighed: "How long have you been sitting here? Since you got up in the morning?"
You know, but you still ask? My feet felt like they were being bitten by several ants, and they felt extremely uncomfortable. Jun Changqian’s big hands held my feet, and he slowly massaged them from toes to calves, while saying, “I wanted to take you out for dinner, but I’ll go there in the afternoon.
From the Undersea Paradise, it seems that you need to rest more now."
