Gu Nianchen's face turned gloomy, but he regained his composure in just a moment. He pinched her cheek and chuckled: "It doesn't matter, don't worry."
It was obviously no different from usual, but her natural sensitivity still made Cen Zhiqiao notice something strange. She pursed her lips, clenched her hands tightly, and said nothing.
Gu Nianchen knew that this expression was a manifestation of the panic in her heart. If it was normal, he would definitely comfort her, but today, his heart was so heavy that he was unable to deal with her at all.
What was originally a very happy meal turned out to be boring, and when we got home, it was already past nine o'clock.
Gu Nianchen didn't say another word until Cen Zhiqiao went straight upstairs.
Qiao Qiao felt very frustrated. She thought about the matter over and over again, but she still couldn't figure it out. She didn't know what the problem was.
Standing in front of the window, the street lights at night were dim, drawing the shadows of the occasional pedestrians passing by. She stood for a moment, and suddenly heard a slight knock on the door. She did not look back, still maintaining her original posture, not moving at all.
Didn't move.
Gu Nianchen looked at her from a distance. That back view fascinated him so much that he couldn't help it. He took two steps forward and held her in his arms. The warm touch made him manic.
My heart is slightly relieved.
Only then did Cen Zhiqiao come to her senses and struggled subconsciously. However, the man's strength was so great that he did not give her any room to resist. She could only be annoyed by being hugged by him, but her mouth did not give in easily: "Gu Nian
Chen, please let me go, aren’t you going to stop talking to me?”
They were obviously angry words. Gu Nianchen understood clearly and immediately laughed: "You are my wife. If I don't talk to you, who will I talk to?"
"Tch!" Cen Zhiqiao sneered: "Stop trying to confuse me with sugar-coated bullets. Now you want to talk to me. I'm sorry, but I won't serve you anymore. Go away!"
He didn't expect this little girl to have such a bad temper. Gu Nianchen was slightly startled, and then hugged her tighter, "Then I'll take care of you, Miss."
With a low sigh, the restless person in his arms twisted around, and the friction made him want to move. He simply lifted her long hair, placed his lips on her smooth and white neck, and then groped upwards.
Cen Zhiqiao's body trembled inadvertently, and he managed to calm down and push him away: "Slap me and give me a sweet date. Gu Nianchen, you really think I am a three-year-old child."
"Qiao Qiao." Gu Nianchen whispered hoarsely, as if he didn't notice her struggle. With such an affectionate call, Cen Zhiqiao was startled and turned her head to meet his eyebrows, which were three parts tender and seven parts cold. Everything seemed to be...