Another way to return

Chapter 103

There was still fine rain in the sky.

Nian Tong narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Junyao, who was immersed in the bright light and looking towards her not far away - he was wearing a tailored and slim DOLCE&GABBANA suit, holding the car keys and mobile phone in one hand, and tucked into his straight trousers with the other. In the pocket, behind him is the ostentatious Lamborghini, with a posture that has just parked and walked towards the door of Sbrb, calm and elegant, forming a beautiful scenery in the hazy night.

Even though he has been with him day and night and has already experienced the fatal charm of this man, Nian Tong still can't help but stare blankly.

It seemed as if a century had passed before Gu Junyao walked towards her again.

As he approached, the familiar breath quickly surrounded his body.

Looking at the indifferent Junrong, Niantong swallowed a bit awkwardly, trying to explain, "I—"

"Let's go upstairs first."

Gu Junyao interrupted her and went straight into Sbrb.

Nian Tong was stunned, looking at the back of Wei An who was striding in, his lowered eyes swept over the injured hand covered by the long sleeve, and followed him in.

*
Walking through the hall, seeing Gu Junyao waiting for her, his sad face brightened, and he walked quickly, and the uninjured hand naturally wrapped around his arm.

Gu Junyao looked down at her, and looked away without changing the expression on his face.

After entering the door, she took off her clothes and went into the bathroom. Nian Tong stood in the living room, staring in the direction of the bathroom in a daze.

She felt that he was angry with her, but she didn't know why he was angry with her.

Is it because she is with Lu Heng, or because she didn't call him all night?

Until Gu Junyao came out of the shower, Nian Tong didn't even think about why he was angry with him.

She wanted to ask, but Gu Junyao's expressionless face made her not know how to speak.

*
"Don't you always go to bed early? What are you doing in such a daze? Go take a shower and go to bed."

A voice that was so calm that no emotion could be heard rose.

Nian Tong calmed down and looked at Gu Junyao who was boiling water in the open kitchen to make coffee.

She noticed that every time he came back to work, he would go to the kitchen to boil water and make himself a big cup of bottomless black coffee without any sugar or milk.

Just thinking about it, Nian Tong could feel the strong bitter taste rolling in his stomach.

She thought he only drank tea, but coffee was essential.

*
"I went to see the wedding room today." She didn't answer.

But after a while, Gu Junyao hummed lightly.

"It's beautiful and dreamy, it feels like being in a fairy tale world."

"Ah."

"The wedding dress is also very beautiful. I always thought that Vivienne Westwood's design would be exaggerated and rebellious. I didn't expect it to have such a dreamy side. Lian Rong really has a unique vision."

"Ah."

The almost indifferent perfunctory made Niantong frowned, took a deep breath and walked over.

"I received a call from my elder brother when I was trying on the wedding dress, asking us to go home for dinner, but I thought you didn't have time at night, so I went back alone."

"Ah."

"...I hate hearing the syllable um."

Gu Junyao paused for a moment, turned off the fire without any haste, turned around, looked at Nian Tong calmly with her deep black eyes, and said calmly, "Then what do you want to hear?"

Nian Tong bit her lip, and several clear teeth marks immediately appeared on her lower lip.

"Don't you ask me why I'm with brother Lu Heng?"

"Why do you ask? You are childhood sweethearts, it's normal for you to have contact with each other and make an appointment to meet and have dinner."

"If you really think so, then why this expression?" His expressionless attitude made Nian Tong a little angry, "Uncle Gu, don't deny that you are angry with me, I'm not a fool."

"Then why do you think I'm angry with you?" Gu Junyao asked her back, his tone was still so flat that Nian Tong couldn't tell whether he was admitting that he was angry or denying it.

Seeing that she was silent, Gu Junyao turned around and continued making coffee, and then walked towards the desk next to the French window with the hot coffee.

His lukewarm attitude made Niantong helpless.

*
After standing there for more than ten minutes, Gu Junyao seemed to have devoted himself to his work and did not look at her again.

Niantong felt uncomfortable, and wanted to pester him like usual and ask him to hug her and whisper in her ear to coax her.

But in the end not.

She said that she wanted to change, and would no longer allow herself to be as childish as before, pestering him to comfort her whenever she felt aggrieved.

What's more, she wanted to hide the hand injury from him. He didn't know it at all, so he couldn't blame him for not caring about her.

*
He obediently went to take a bath, lay quietly on his side on the soft bed, stared at the focused face without blinking, his thoughts were wild, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

And it wasn't until he couldn't feel the two eyes staring at him behind him that Gu Junyao closed his eyes and leaned back, with a tired face and a long breath.

In fact, even he himself didn't know what he was angry about.

Or maybe he wasn't mad at her at all, but at himself.Angry at myself for why I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw that girl getting off Lu Heng's car.

He didn't think he was jealous, but that scene did make him feel bad.

I kept calling her at night but no one answered. I called Lian Rong only to find out that she had returned to Mu's house.

She thought she was at Mu's house all the time, but she didn't think she was with Lu Heng.

He found that this girl seemed to be affecting his emotions more and more.

What a terrible find.

He hummed displeasedly, opened his eyes and turned around, and saw Nian Tong sleeping on his side as usual, with one hand hanging out from the edge of the bed and drooping.

Frowning unconsciously, he got up and walked to the bed, and when he was holding her hand and was about to put it under the quilt, the glaringly white bandage around his wrist made his pupils shrink, and a trace of ice-cold flashed across his eyes.

(End of this chapter)