Mr. Gu's heart loves her since ancient times

Chapter 37 The Nightingale and the Rose

The night sky exploded with rumbling thunder, and the summer rain fell. The transparent raindrops hitting the glass were like a layer of fine rhinestones rippling.

In the bedroom, Gu Yan was sitting at the desk and typing on the keyboard.

Chu Yin sat on the edge of the big bed not far away, leaning on a pillow on his waist, threading needles and threads with his hands flying.

Every time she embroidered a few stitches, she raised her head and glanced at the man. She didn't know how many times she looked over, but she suddenly looked into the man's dark eyes. Chu Yin quickly looked away, as if she felt guilty after doing something wrong. little child.

The man's low and melodious laughter sounded in her ears, and half of her face went numb with embarrassment, secretly complaining that she was not living up to expectations.

The shy look of the little woman made Gu Yan feel happy. He turned his eyes back to the colorful numbers on the screen. Being interrupted by her, the turbulent thoughts just now became much more relaxed.

Looking at the sky, Chu Yin locked the embroidery pattern in his hand and went downstairs into the kitchen.

On the gas stove, the water was tumbling, she held a wrist flower, and a handful of dried noodles spread out, forming a regular circle, softening a little in the boiling water.

The noodles tumbled and tangled together.Chu Yin stood waiting by the side, not at all impatient, and his eyes were soft and sweet.

Turn off the heat and take the tray upstairs.

"Mr. Lang, please have a rest."

Chu Yin placed two bowls of noodles on the small table and walked quietly behind Gu Yan. Two soft little hands squeezed his shoulders, and Gu Yan's tight muscles gradually relaxed.

After a while, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He led her to the table. He glanced at the two bowls of noodles on the coffee table that looked very good, and Gu Yan raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he raised his eyelids, he saw the little woman looking at him with shining eyes, with a contradictory expression of "I don't want to be discovered by you, but I can't help but want to be discovered by you."

As the aroma spread, Gu Yan curled his lips, raised his chopsticks, took a large mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and made a rare grunting sound that could not be called elegant.

Seeing that he was enjoying the meal, Chu Yin grinned, straightened his sleeves, and picked up his chopsticks.

There is a poached egg lying on the top. The noodles in the soup are fragrant, smooth and soft, and the texture is chewy the moment you suck it into your mouth. The green lettuce is also appetizing.

"Is it salty?"

Gu Yan shook his head, chewing something in his mouth without saying anything, and looked at her with an appreciative smile at the end of his eyes.

The two of them sucked on the noodles. At the end of the meal, Gu Yan found an extra poached egg at the bottom of his bowl. He raised his fingers and caught a glimpse of the little woman's red neck.

"I have to go now."

Gu Yan wiped his mouth, looked at the time on the phone screen, and picked up his coat.

Chu Yin felt anxious and blurted out without thinking: "It's still raining outside."

"It's okay, Xiao Zhou is here to pick me up." Gu Yan didn't care much, and made a gesture to call Xiao Zhou, but Chu Yin snatched the phone.

"It's so late, Master Xiao Zhou also wants to accompany his family..."

Hearing this, Chu Yin pouted and his eyes wandered. The man's eyes dimmed and he started to tease her again.

"That's right. It's not easy to torment him late at night, so..."

After a pause, under the little woman's expectant gaze, he continued to add: "Then take a taxi back."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little woman lowered her head in despair. The light shone down from above and hit her white chin, making her jaw line tense.

After being stiff for a few seconds, she handed the phone back to him, turned her back, puffed out her cheeks and looked out the window angrily, her muffled voice seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth:
"...Your Majesty, go slowly."

The air became quiet, and Chu Yin's ears stood high. She expected to wait for the sound of the door closing, but two strong arms wrapped around her slender waist from behind.

The man's chin rested on the crook of her neck, and he lightly sniffed the sweet smell on the little woman's collar. His voice was low and hoarse:

"Then, I'm not leaving tonight?"

Chu Yin's back stiffened as soon as the crisp cold fragrance came closer to her, and his tingling breath came to her ears, causing her little heart to start pounding again.

After a while, she pursed her lips, barely restrained the corners of her mouth from rising, and hummed softly:
"what ever."

Facing the scorching gaze on the back of her head, the little woman hurriedly walked to the door, twisted the doorknob, and went out without looking back.

Before the door slammed shut, a man's proud chuckle could be heard vaguely in his ears.

Chu Yin was secretly embarrassed, and smiled as he walked, thinking that if he did that at night, he would definitely need a white handkerchief. There seemed to be a piece of white brocade cloth in the locker downstairs.

When she got off the spiral staircase, she found Qiao Yunshu sitting at the kitchen table, drinking glass after glass of wine.

Her clothes were soaked by the rain, and her curly hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. Her eyes were staring blankly into the void, as if she didn't care about her embarrassment.

"You...what happened?"

Chu Yin frowned, walked to the sofa with small steps, picked up a blanket, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

As if she just felt the movement around her, Qiao Yunshu raised her empty eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were red and her eyelids were a little swollen. She had obviously cried a lot.

Maybe it was because he learned the truth from Gu Yan and knew that he had misunderstood Miss Qiao these days, or maybe it was because she looked so miserable that Chu Yin felt soft.

She walked to the gas stove, turned it back on, poured the remaining rice in the refrigerator mixed with oil into the pot, cracked in two eggs, and sprinkled in a handful of enoki mushrooms.

Before taking it out of the pot, I also added a big spoonful of Laoganma meat sauce. The spicy smell instantly dispersed the condensed loneliness.After a while, a plate of Lao Gan Ma's enoki mushroom fried rice appeared in his sight.

The strong salty fragrance stimulated Qiao Yunshu's sense of smell. She raised her head and looked at Chu Yin blankly. The next second, tears fell down without warning.

Her crying frightened Chu Yin. She had never seen Secretary Qiao show such a fragile side. Without that bright vitality, her nose felt sore.

After a little hesitation, Chu Yin put his hand on her shoulder, Qiao Yunshu hugged her waist suddenly, buried her head on her belly like embracing driftwood in the sea, Chu Yin froze for a moment, her hands froze mid-air.

"Don't cry...don't cry..."

Under the dim light, Qiao Yunshu cried silently and urgently. Gradually, Chu Yin softened his body and hugged her back, patting her back skillfully and silently comforting her.

After Qiao Yunshu calmed down a little, Chu Yin took out a tissue on the table and handed it to her. He also sat across from the bar and asked with a frown:

"What happened to you? Who bullied you?"

Qiao Yunshu took the tissue and blew her nose, poured another glass of wine into the cup, and handed it to Chu Yin. Her beautiful eyes were stained with a layer of fog, with a hint of bitterness, and her voice was hoarse:

"Come on, try it."

A white porcelain wine cup half the size of a palm was filled with transparent white wine. Chu Yin took a sip curiously, and her throat felt like it was on fire, making her cough.

Qiao Yunshu glanced at her, as if she thought she was useless, but the string that was tense all the way relaxed inexplicably, and the desire to tell was aroused in her heart.

"Have you heard the story of the nightingale and the rose?"

Seeing the little girl shaking her head, Qiao Yunshu poured another glass of wine, and said to herself:

"Once upon a time, a boy fell in love with a princess. The princess asked him to pick a red rose in the ice and snow, and promised him to dance.

The boy talked to the big tree every day, complaining that God was unfair to him, but a nightingale on the tree heard his thoughts.

The nightingale gradually believed in love and fell in love with the boy. It braved the wind and snow and flew to the ends of the earth to find roses for the boy.

It's a pity that all the roses withered, and only one said to it: If you want me to open up, you must soak it with your heart and blood, and use your singing voice to stimulate..."

As she spoke, Qiao Yunshu's voice paused, but Chu Yin instantly understood that she was talking to herself, her watery eyes gradually filled with tears, and she asked anxiously:

"What happens next?"

Qiao Yunshu drank a glass of wine, with a smile hanging from her eyes, but her voice was cold:

"Then, that silly nightingale pierced her heart on a rose thorn, and dyed the rose red, only for the boy to get what he wanted...

Overjoyed, he went to the princess with the rose, but the princess rejected him on the grounds that he was not worthy of him.

The boy became so angry that he threw the rose on the ground and stepped on it.

Crushed into pieces..."

After listening to the story, Chu Yin couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. He felt regretful and angry.

This boy is so nasty!Neither did she understand Nightingale's love, nor did she cherish the love of others in exchange for her life!

It turns out Miss Qiao is so affectionate...

Chu Yin burst into tears and unconsciously held Qiao Yunshu's hand. Her pink lips trembled and she murmured: "Poor little nightingale... you have been wronged..."

Hearing this, Qiao Yunshu looked at her, her slightly upward narrow beautiful eyes filled with emotions that Chu Yin couldn't understand.

She slowly took out her hand, poured a glass of wine, drank it down in one gulp, and put it on the table with a bang, her voice hoarse:

"I am not that nightingale."

Chu Yin blinked and understood immediately.

Yes, Nightingale is so humble, and Miss Qiao looks like the aloof princess at a glance.

Thinking about it, she must have felt guilty for ignoring other people's thoughts, which is why she is so sad now...

Thinking of this, Chu Yin held her finger again, tightened it, and encouraged:

"If you don't like the other person, it's normal to reject him. On the contrary, he ignored Nightingale's efforts, which is really..."

After a pause, Chu Yin furrowed her eyebrows and thought hard for half a minute before recalling a scene from a recent TV drama. She puffed up her cheeks and uttered two words angrily:

"Scumbag!"

When the air became quiet, Qiao Yunshu looked over and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, her expression tinged with bitterness and shame.

"I'm not a princess either."

She raised her head and took another sip, then raised her sunflower-like eyelashes to look at Chu Yin. Her red and swollen eyes could no longer shed tears, like dry wells.

"I'm that scumbag."

Chu Yin choked.

(End of this chapter)