After the cold winter wind, a huge rainstorm was brought.

The cold wind blows and heavy rain comes.

The lightning and thunder outside the house gradually stopped in the middle of the night, perhaps because it was blocked by Gu Gongguan’s thick curtains and glass windows.

Jiang Muwan knelt on the bed and went to the phone for Fu Jing.

The two of them took the phone call in just a few words.

During the break when answering the phone, he saw someone standing up and looking bad. Zou Baba's clothes were stuck on the man, and there was no sign of embarrassment. Jiang Muwan took the phone and saw someone coming out of the cloakroom, holding clothes in his hand.

"Where do you go?" she asked, with a hint of concern in her words.

Did Gu Jiangnian hear it?

I heard it.

But this little concern is less——.

The person who walked to the door looked back at her, and when he saw that the person was also dressed neatly, he knelt on the bed, and said coldly and calmly: "Take a bath."

I thought it was peaceful in the second half of the night, but Jiang Muwan also entered the bathroom.

The difference is that Gu Jiangnian and she caringly gave the bedroom bathroom to her and went to the guest room by herself.

She was wet with her body, and the sky was filled with thunder. She stopped her movements. The dark sky rolled in the thunder, and half of the sky was bright. She silent for a moment, trying to calm her mind and resist the fear in her heart; but those things that were buried in her bones since childhood were not so easy to remove?

She is afraid of the dark.

I'm even more afraid of the thunder in the dark night.

The seeds buried in their hearts when they were young cannot be removed until they became true. Not only can they be removed, but the more they restrained them, the more arrogant they will take root and sprout.

Rooted in her heart.

Can't pull it out no matter how.

In the shower room, Jiang Muwan held the wall and trembled all over, and his face turned paler than when he first came.

Slowly, the woman's white forehead hit the back of her hand, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

[Go to die! If you live, you will cut off the incense of our Jiang family]

[You can't blame me, if you want to blame, your mother will refuse to give up her so-called iron rice bowl]

【Sleep here, sleep for a while and everything will be fine】

The water from the shower fell from above her head, which made her look confusing. On the back of her hands, a warm touch came.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

She leaned against the wall, trembling gently.

In my mind, the poisonous woman's words couldn't be dissipated.

It spreads in my mind like a replay.

Gradually, the person leaning on the wall slowly squatted down along the cold wall, trembling and shaking in this small shower room.

[Your mother doesn't want you anymore, she doesn't like you either. If she likes you, how could she keep you at the Jiang family?]

【You see, you were born to be disliked】

"Manman," outside the house, the knock on the door pulled her thoughts back for a moment.

But it was only a moment.

Outside the house, Gu Jiangnian was taking a shower, and heard the sound of muffled thunder and running over in a bathrobe. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Manman," the man called again, a little higher than the previous one.

I reached out and wanted to open the bathroom door, but found that the door was being ripped off inside.

"Manman," he started again, a little more anxious than the previous one.

Gu Jiangnian was anxious that night, with a bit of mania and anxiety. This feeling has not been passed for many years, and Jiang Muwan obviously became one of the few special cases in his life.

He is a chaebol, a capitalist, and a businessman. None of these identities requires him to move his emotions.

But I met Jiang Muwan alone.

He moved his heart.

When Mu Wan saw that he had lost his life, the rain in early April fell into his mind for eight months.

The rain fell from early April until November 21st.

It started on November 21st and the rain just passed.

Many years later, central China was hit by heavy rains and suffered many disasters. Junhua Charity was committed to the reconstruction of the disaster area. At the press conference, someone asked: "Is this rain the longest rainy season Mr. Gu has ever seen?"

Upon hearing this, the handsome and cold face rarely showed a little bit of a hint of warm voice: "No."

The longest rain he had ever seen fell for eight months.

That night, the night watchman downstairs heard a bang from the master bedroom on the second floor.

I wanted to go up and take a look, but I was afraid that the owner would quarrel, so I stopped.

In the early morning of December 24, 2008, the beginning of Christmas Eve.

Gu Jiangnian kicked the door of Gu Mansion's bathroom.

When he opened the door, he was about to squat in the shower room and shivering. The man's heart tightened. When he ran over, he reached out to pick up the bath towel on the side and wrapped the person up.

"Not afraid or afraid, man," the man said anxiously, with the six short words with a strong rush.

"Manman, Manman, look at me," the man reached out and picked up her pale face.

When Jiang Muwan raised his eyes, what was greeted was the man's hot lips. He kissed her gently, and the palm that fell behind him slowly patted him, gently soothing.

The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the lips to the face.

He coaxed his frightened lover like he was coaxing his child.

Gu Jiangnian gave the softest words of his life to this little shrew this night.

Be good at one mouthful, and be treasure at one mouthful.

These words opened a new door to his plain and vulgar life.

In the bathroom; the person who had recovered from his senses raised his hand and hooked his neck and buried his pale and hot face in the man's chest.

Listening to his calm heartbeat.

The big palm was still behind her, and it was still slowly caressing her, one by one, seemingly anxious, but slowly, calm: "The evil one will receive it, but the heaven will not receive it, but the man will receive it."

At this point, the man leaned over and kissed her half-dry and half-wet hair. Then, Wen Liang rang out with a bit of firm words: "Manman can't take it, and I'm there."

The man's calm words exploded in his ears, and Jiang Muwan obviously felt that his heart was beating for half a beat.

The arms that were holding a man's neck froze violently.

The man's broad palm still stroked her, and the slightly thin cocooned fingertips slid across her back, and it felt a little rough.

Seeing that people's emotions stabilized, Gu Jiangnian slowly pulled the person up from the ground, and the place where the big palm reached was cold.

"You have to take a bath, or you will catch a cold." This winter, the coldest days of winter cannot withstand the tossing.

"I don't want to wash it," Jiang Muwan spoke, his voice with a little aggrieved.

"I'll help you wash it," Gu Jiangnian refused to follow her little personality.

The person standing in front of him slowly shook his head, his face full of reluctance.

Although he was reluctant, the hand holding his neck did not release it.

At this time, Jiang Muwan seemed to have recovered from an extreme shock.

It was just a slight recovery, and there was still a long way to go before healing.

"Obe obedient," Gu Jiangnian stretched out his hand and pinched her waist lightly and his voice sank slightly.

Try to use this to prevent Jiang Muwan from being slutty.

If the three simple words "disobedient," were said in the past when they quarreled with Gu Jiangnian, they would have been shaken.

But this day, it was probably still terrifying, and the three souls and seven spirits were about to return to their positions. Gu Jiangnian almost didn't hear such a confident three-word speech.

It was buzzing, like a little bee coming out, lacking confidence.

That night, Gu Jiangnian's low and deep smile sounded in the bathroom, wanting to press her to take a bath.

But I also thought that the pitiful little shrew who is arrogant and domineering in daily life is really heartbreaking.

Look, some people, if you don’t be gentle for a day, they will feel guilty.

Some people are used to seeing your gentle side. If you are no longer gentle that day, they will reflect on themselves and summarize the reasons.

Forget it, forgot it, if you don’t want it, don’t think about it.

The man hugged her with one hand and picked up the shower head with the other.

The hot water flowed down.
To be continued...