Gu Cici even forgot that she was here to put the "baby" and unconsciously walked around the water pavilion.

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at her and followed.

The butler looked at the opened trunk and then looked at Mr. Lu who left.

Chen Guangyao signaled him and the servants to help get things and look less.

Gu Cici stood in the plum forest, his fingers streaked across the rough plum stems and fell on the buds that were about to bloom, and his eyes were like snow blooming.

Lu Zhiyuan was obsessed with it for a moment, and immediately took off his coat and put it on her, but it was still cold: "There is a flower room inside..."

Gu Cici didn't move: "My family's inkstone washing pond tree... Lu Zhiyuan, is there a study room behind..."

"……have."

"Can I go and have a look?"

Lu Zhiyuan saw the starlight that was coming from her eyes for him, spreading under his feet and surrounding him: "Let's go."

Gu Cici stood in front of the window of the pavilion, with a whole arch, door and window view, a large area of ​​lake and water, and a wonderful scene of plum blossoms. From this perspective, it was so beautiful that it was lingering.

Gu Cici unconsciously took off his shoes, knelt on the imperial concubine who was standing beside him, covered her silk quilt on her legs, lay on the window and looked out. In the warm room, outside the window with a gentle cold wind, except for a little light on the water surface, everything was mysterious and enchanting in the dark: "If it snows, it will definitely be more beautiful..."

Lu Zhiyuan sat on the other end of the collapse, and when she saw her, she forgot to answer, she looked even better.

Gu Cici also tilted his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

The girl lay on the windowsill and looked at the person in the window seriously.

Lu Zhiyuan is quiet like a plum forest inside the window, clear and steady.

Gu Cici waved his hand and signaled him to come over.

Lu Zhiyuan moved a little closer and planned to listen to her.

Gu Cici waved his hand again, letting him get closer.

Lu Zhiyuan is a little closer.

Nearly, ancient Cici pushed him to the soft collapse behind him, like silk screens slowly wrapping around his prey, sensing his existence, and trapping in a corner of his place.

When Lu Zhiyuan thought of the scene in the car, his breathing was a little rapid. He unconsciously put his hand on the switch beside the couch, turned off the light in the room, and closed the open viewing window one by one. The study room fell into darkness, and Lu Zhiyuan's tension was relieved a little.

Gu Cici felt a little dark, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it at the position he had just stopped.

Some of the lights turned on, and the study room became bright again, and Gu Cici slowly kissed him.

Lu Zhiyuan responded emotionally, and stretched out his hand again after several rounds and turned off the lights.

Gu Cici didn't like to be black, so he clicked his hands and unbuttoned his two buttons.

Lu Zhiyuan's breath was unstable and he responded enthusiastically. He placed his other hand accurately on the switch, pressed it out without hesitation, and placed the person under him.

The ancient lyrics are lit again, but it is not very bright, it is just a hazy light.

Lu Zhiyuan put his hand on again, pressed the dead, and separated the person in the bed.

While Gu Cici responded, he took him to the edge of the couch and opened it again.

The lights in the study were turned on and off, and Lu Zhiyuan's breathing was painful and enthusiastic. It seemed that someone kept saying, "It looks better when the lights are turned on." "Yes, turn on the lights."

In the end, Lu Zhiyuan suppressed the fear in his heart and no longer lit the lamp that was pressed on Mie Ci.

In the darkness, Gu Cici was stunned for a moment in his trembling trembling, stretched out his hand and turned off the lamp in secret. He seemed...

Lu Zhiyuan helped her turn it on, but his voice was not loud: "It's okay...you're afraid..."

Gu Cici pressed him again, she didn't like it anymore, she had already touched it, a lot, a lot, and he felt very uncomfortable, but she could feel that he didn't want to stop.

Lu Zhiyuan wanted her to kill herself in an instant, and she stabbed her from her heart. She could pull it out wherever she wanted. As long as she was willing to kill him and die in her hands, she could live forever in her heart. She could do whatever she wanted to do to him...

The spider formed a web under the corridor and accidentally caught a huge creature. The spider hesitated for a long time whether to put it on, but it was hungry and moved its legs closer to it, slowly spit out silk, carefully tied it, and captured it accurately. In its painful struggle, it couldn't bear to hug it. If it got closer, it would be less painful...

Get closer.

Closer.

It's fine.

Look, it's okay.

...

"You're really going." Grandma Song sat in the study unhappily.

"Go." Song Guoshu's name is Moshan. He opened the rice paper, prepared the pen and ink, opened the mobile phone, and drew the painting of ancient Cici.

Grandma Song was so angry that she would go, so she would not be able to go. She accepted the Lu family’s girlfriend as her apprentice. She said it was a girlfriend, and she was not afraid of making people laugh: “Forget it, it’s over here.”

"Wanwan lost without any wickedness." Song Moshantou did not raise her image.

Grandma Song looked at the old man in surprise.

"Objectively speaking, a very talented child."

Grandma Song understood, and the old man said so, so he must be very powerful that Zheng Qiu compromised and asked for a supplement: "I didn't say that the other party has no talent. What I mean is that since you are taking apprentices, what's the difference between one more and one less? It's okay to bring Wanwan with you."

Song Moshan took the time to look up at her: "What's the difference between someone asking me to collect one more and one less?"

Grandma Song said: "We Wanwan are not incapable of making any moves... I admit that they are indeed a little worse in talent..."

"So, just hold it like your eyes at home, don't beg for more..." Song Moshan drew halfway, and suddenly felt a feeling, and spread another piece of rice paper and sprinkled it.

On the balcony downstairs, Song Yue politely and respectfully told his sister-in-law and brother about what happened today: "That's the matter. Wanwan will definitely not be able to hide it. It will definitely spread when the time comes. If the spread is not accurate, my sister-in-law and brother will comfort her at that time."

Song Xing held his wife's shoulder.

Ye Man nodded: "Well, didn't you say you didn't learn dance?"

Song Yue didn't understand: "It's true that art is not good, and it's true that everything changes will not be separated from the sect. The old man said it's good in art."

Song Xing knew it was very good. The old man didn't praise anyone easily: "Wanwan has us here. You are staying at home tonight and haven't been back for a while. Mom misses you."

"I have something to do."

"Why are you so much trouble?"

"I really have something to do. Let's leave first. Don't tell mom that I've been back. Thank you, thank you--"

Ye Man leaned into her husband's arms and sighed: "Wanwan knows, don't comfort her without any bottom line, as if someone did something wrong. This kind of thing depends on fate, so that she can know that there is still a mountain high."
Chapter completed!