Yunshu has been particularly clingy in the past two days. Zhou Jingmo has been in and out of Qingquan Mountain villas, and it is unblocked. Some people living with Qingquan Mountain have a heart of observing that they can see him three times a day.
The people who live in this place are also of the same class. With the intentional publicity of some people, I have heard about what happened at Yongjing Club that day.
I originally thought that after Ning Siyu had a fuss, Zhou Jingmo would get rid of this little lover, but I didn't expect that he would even take it even more.
"That little lover is so charming?"
"Just kidding, do you think ordinary people can take Zhou Jingmo? Even if it is not for Ning Siyu, he has never been very interested in women. Ning Siyun really wants to introduce someone to him.
He's here."
"Ning Siyu got the ironclad this time, right? Even Ning Siyun didn't get any benefits. With such a drag on her sister, I think he might as well recognize Ning Zhixia as her own sister, and he can still show off.
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"Who are you going to piss off the three of them to death? Hahahaha!"
"Zhou Jingmo hid so tightly. I haven't seen that woman even if I live here."
"Maybe you'll see it soon, I'm not saying he's going to the sports car event in Qiyin Mountain? It's not like gambling in a car, it's fun to bring a woman, and not everyone is like Wen Jinnian's boy
The oil and salt don’t get in.”
"If you really bring it out, it probably won't matter. Didn't Ning Siyun also bring that star to the past two years? In the end, he just said he was just shoving. Do you think Zhou Jingmo would be moved by a lover? Just having fun?"
"It's really not important not to bring it out, it's easier to throw it away..."
Black Cullinan threw these inaudible rumors behind him and stopped outside Hall 7.
Before getting off the car, Zhou Jingmo asked an irrelevant question: "Who is Hall 3?"
When I was passing by just now, I saw someone coming in and out of Hall No. 3 moving things.
Assistant Zuo: "The big star of the Jiang family."
Jiang Lu.
Zhou Jingmo said "um" and asked just this question, and got off the car and entered the villa.
When the people in the living room saw him coming, they didn't move, but the clear and lively eyes immediately stared at him.
Zhou Jingmo couldn't help but curl his lips and waved to her: "Come here."
Yun Shu still didn't move and stretched out her hands to him.
"So cute." Zhou Jingmo frowned on his face and preached, but his body walked over and reached out to pick her up.
"When I wake up in the morning, I'm waiting for me?" He asked, holding the man, holding him.
Yun Shu: "Well."
The surveillance camera was so bright that it was so smooth that it seemed that she had never seen it before to coax her to say it out.
Her head was still buried in his arms. Zhou Jingmo could not see her reaction, but only listened to the sound and extended it, and then gently stroked her hair like a poked flesh in the center of the head.
"Climbing. The previous dance teacher started to come back to class tonight and cheer up. He lies like this every day and hugs his legs, and his legs will deteriorate."
Yun Shu: "Where is the shooting?"
"I'm still thinking about this? I thought you didn't want to go anymore. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll let Assistant Zuo send you over and I'll change your place."
"Aren't you going together?" Yun Shu frowned, laying in his arms, stretching her fingers to scratch the collar of his shirt, and drilling into the tightly wrapped gap.
Zhou Jingmo held her finger, grabbed the hand and pulled it in front of him: "Want to let me accompany you?"
His narrow eyebrows and eyes staring at people feel like he is not angry, but he is also very intoxicating when he is gentle.
Yun Shu said "yes" and said in a low voice: "I am the only one who goes out or comes back."
"No, Assistant Zuo and Aunt Qiu don't count?"
"Not count."
Her arms were softly climbing up to his neck, looking tangled.
Zhou Jingmo's heart was so hot that his breathing became a little worse.
The two hearts stick to the clothes through the flesh, giving people the illusion of mutual communication when beating.
His palm fell on Yun Shu's back waist, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the zipper sewing on the skirt at the position of the tailbone.
Such a pitiful little thing is to put it in his arms to get a moment of comfort.
"Tomorrow night, pick you up at the shooting hall, don't you always make a fuss about going out? The place you went this time is very lively." He said gently.
Yun Shu pursed her lips from an angle that he couldn't see and smiled slightly: "Okay."
"Satisfied? Can you come down?"
"No." He didn't even take his hand away, and he said these high-sounding words, as if she was really clingy to her one-sidedly.
A man who speaks right and wrong.
After complaining in her heart, she leaned on his shoulder, thinking in a good mood what good things would be done this time, and the smile on her face had never been gone.
Aunt Qiu secretly took a photo in the kitchen, and had no time to appreciate it, so she immediately put away her phone and pretended to continue working.
There were a lot of surveillance monitors in the living room, and she knew that she didn't dare to do this.
But she looked at the situation of the two people in the living room and thought worriedly that it would be Mr. Gu's turn to express his feelings to each other. Her job is probably over. It's better to give Mr. Gu a blow before the end.
...No, I'm giving Mr. Gu a kind intention to persuade him with pictures and truth.
With the melancholy feeling of being laid off tomorrow, Aunt Qiu cooked several meals in a particularly sumptuous way, and while cooking, she also expressed her final sigh for Mr. Gu who was unaware of it.
When she was dealing with seafood during dinner, she thought that these expensive things were sent by Gu Xingze, but because she did not take credit, she was treated as a gift from Zhou Jingmo. She felt as sad as having a verbal son.
The next day, I prepared breakfast. The dried scallops wontons were very popular with Yunshu. She burst into tears in her heart, feeling that Gu Xingze's intentions were like impurities washed away by the water flowing on the dried scallops, and they couldn't even be lifted on this dining table.
When Zhou Jingmo was involved in lunch, she felt even more uncomfortable. Seeing that Zhou Jingmo was drinking a bowl of mushroom soup specially stewed for Yun Shu, she almost cried for Gu Xing, who was far away from home.
Mr. Gu, give up, your food is eaten by others, and the people you like are owned by others.
Her discomfort was a little obvious. Yun Shu thought she was feeling uncomfortable, and she was worried that she gave her a day off and asked her to go back and have a good rest.
Aunt Qiu took off her apron and walked out of the villa, stood at the door and looked up at the sky, feeling sad that she was expelled in advance.
Yun Shu watched her leave at the door before returning to the dining table. She plucked the rice around and without taking a bite.
Zhou Jingmo didn't like to see her distracted and worried about others, and looked unhappy: "Eat seriously."
Generally speaking, his tone is cold, much like a steady and self-sustaining elder coaching his younger generation.
Sometimes Yun Shu thinks, isn’t anyone really going to offend him when he speaks to people like this?
She thought about something in a mess, and she put away her worries, had a quick meal, and was sent to the shooting hall.
Before the two separated, she asked, "When will you come to pick me up?"
Zhou Jingmo lowered his eyes and smiled at her: "It's not like picking you up from school. Is it OK at seven o'clock?"