Mr. Gu's heart loves her since ancient times

Chapter 50 Tell the Truth

Hearing the sound, Chu Yin turned around and saw a man who was not short, blinking his mung bean eyes and grinning at her, showing eight big teeth.

Lin Yaozu took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, looked at the woman opposite with her eyes shining, and said excitedly:

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still look like you were when you were a kid."

Chu Yin's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the other person's expression, could he know the owner of this body?

Childhood sweetheart?
It’s just this aesthetic...

After thinking about it, Chu Yin sat down and decided to test her voice first, so she came up with an ambiguous attitude and smiled:

"You haven't changed much."

Hearing this, Lin Yaozu beamed. Sure enough, she still remembered him. She recognized him so easily, and her heart felt like a deer again.

"After we separated that year, I have been looking for you and worried about you. They didn't lock you up or beat you again, right?"

Chu Yin was startled, and then began to think about it. The original owner must have had an unfortunate childhood and was often abused by her parents. However, this sweetheart left her because of the move, but she has always cared about her.

So affectionate...

Thinking of rejecting him, Chu Yin felt a little guilty, and the smile on his face was slightly reluctant, and he whispered:
"The past is all over..."

Seeing the girl pretending to be strong made Lin Yaozu worried. He suddenly held her hand and tightened it, with a hint of urgency in his tone:

"I am now the young master of a wealthy family. From now on, you will no longer have to live a hard life. We..."

Chu Yin was startled, and instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but reason kept her frozen.

Since this person was the childhood sweetheart of the original owner, he should have a proper farewell. After thinking about it, she shook her hand and gently patted the back of the other person's hand.

Suddenly, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped, and she instinctively trembled, but she still spoke after deliberation:
"What happened in childhood, no matter how happy or painful it is, is a given, but people have to move forward, and memories don't have any power. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Lin Yaozu moved his lips, but did not make any sound. Feeling unwilling to do so, he stood up suddenly and stepped on the stool next to him.

Under Chu Yin's surprised gaze, he lifted up his trouser legs, and a similar light blue tattoo was embroidered on a dark ankle:

0115.

"But I will never forget those days, and I wouldn't be able to survive without your company."

A man's chattering voice came to her ears, but Chu Yin didn't listen at all. She stared at the numbers in a daze, and her heart sank.

It's actually a couple tattoo, they really are a couple...

Seeing her dumbfounded, so cute, Lin Yaozu forced a smile, stretched out his hand to pat the top of her head, and suddenly felt the surroundings were chilly.

"Today is too hasty, it's my fault, I should give you time to get used to it..."

As he said that, he turned around and left Huxin Xiaozhu, turned around and complained about the hotel's air-conditioning system. Isn't the electricity bill free?It's too cold...

After waiting for a while without seeing Gu Yan, Chu Yin went back disappointed, took off his makeup, took a shower, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa watching TV dramas and doing embroidery.

After a while, the door opened. Chu Yin put down the embroidery support and walked over to take the man's coat.

She was sensitively aware that the temperature lingering on her husband was a little low today, as if she had regained the indifferent and distant feeling she had a few days ago.

What made him unhappy...

As soon as Gu Yan came in, he waited for her to take the initiative to explain. After handing her the coat, those little hands came to untie his tie. It was clear that the touch he was used to usually made him inexplicably irritated today.

After enduring it, but still unable to hold it back, he tilted his head slightly to avoid her hand, pretending to be casual and said: "Going out today?"

Chu Yin didn't notice his strange movements, and nodded obediently, and the man's deep and hoarse voice came from his ear:

"Did anything interesting happen or meet anyone special?" The word "special" was very clear.

Chu Yin paused with his fingertips and shook his head.

Gu Yan felt a chill in his heart. He was in a rare hurry to take a shower. He pulled her to sit on the sofa, looking at her with a pair of black eyes, and his tone was strangely gentle:
"I've never asked you about your past, would you like to talk about it?"

At this time, the TV series was performing a scene where the fox demon was nailed to a wooden stake after his identity was revealed, and was about to be burned to death.

The plot, which was originally a fiction, fell into Chu Yin's eyes, but it made the strings in her mind tense.

How to explain to him...

She wrinkled her little face and asked uneasily: "Does Mr. Lang believe the theory of possession?"

Seeing that she changed the subject, Gu Yan's eyes dimmed, but he still replied patiently: "It's all strange words, why should you believe them?"

The air was quiet, and the little woman let out a disappointed sound.

After a while, she took a long breath and plucked up the courage to ask back, "What does Mr. Lang want to know?"

The light above her head shone on her plain white profile, and Gu Yan found that her face was paler than before today, and her long eyelashes were trembling, which was obviously due to a guilty conscience.

Gu Yan frowned, hugged her from behind, shook her slightly, and casually mentioned an innocuous topic:

"Where did you study before and what was your major?"

Hearing this, Chu Yin relaxed slightly, thought for a while, and a smile flashed in his light eyes:
"My father invited me to teach at home, and he read the Four Books, the Five Classics, the Book of Songs, and the Women's Commandments..."

Did you hire a private tutor to study at home?
Gu Yan raised his eyebrows and suddenly became really curious. He played with a strand of her long hair with his fingers and asked in a low voice: "Where is the work field?"

Hearing this, Chu Yin felt a little disappointed. This world had completely overturned her understanding. Women could actually compete with men. Whenever she saw Secretary Qiao at work, she was extremely envious.

"I wasn't good at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, flower arrangement, and dance at first. I imitated other people's looks, but I gradually understood..."

The little woman spoke eloquently, and Gu Yan noticed that her fair face was glowing with a furry glow, and her eyes seemed to be brighter than before when she talked about this topic.

It turns out that she majored in performance, or in the field of classical culture...

No wonder she plays the guzheng beautifully and speaks elegantly...

Somehow, a row of red bellybands in the closet suddenly flashed through the man's mind.

Premier Gu straightened his cufflinks, thinking about the possibility of investing in a costume drama for his little girl, and getting a leading lady to practice her skills.
After laying the groundwork for a while, Gu Yan lowered his eyes and naturally asked the question he wanted to know most:

"What is your relationship with the Lin family?"

...Which family is the Lin family?

Chu Yin shook his head and said sincerely, "I don't recognize him."

Gu Yan looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly moved closer, stretched out his hand to smooth her long soft hair, and said in a coaxing voice:

"Don't worry, tell me the truth."

As long as she tells him the truth, he won't pursue the past matters.

Hearing this, Chu Yin held his hand, tried to convey her sincerity with her eyes, slowly shook her head, and paused word by word: "I really don't know him."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the smile on Gu Yan's mouth gradually faded. He didn't get angry, but he stopped looking at her. He picked up a book and flipped through it, and the air gradually solidified.

The next second, a pair of small hands climbed up to the hem of his shirt.

"Lang Jun..."

(End of this chapter)