Di Shao, your sweet wife is online

Chapter 47

Early the next morning, the sun shone lazily on her body, which made her very comfortable, and even her mood became lighter.The morning breeze blows, and there is an intimate kiss on the cheek.

After washing up, Gu Wan picked out a white skirt, a light-colored denim jacket, and her usual white shoes.A head of long hair is scattered freely, casually lazy, elegant and generous.

I took the finished book and put it in my bag, took the mask, carried the guitar on my back, and went downstairs.

After breakfast, at Wu Ma's insistence, Gu Wan got medicine on the left side of her face, and then rode a bicycle to the library.With a guitar on her back, three thousand blue silks, blowing in the wind, very beautiful and flamboyant.

The weather cleared up, and there were half as many people reading in the library than when they came last time.

Gu Wan returned the book, carried the guitar on her back, shuttled between the bookshelves, and flipped through the books she liked.

Wherever he goes, there will be quite a stir, the appearance of the beginning, the temperament of the beginning.

Pick out a satisfactory book, find a quiet place, and start reading.

She didn't notice it at all, because of her appearance, those people who really focused on reading books had long been absent-minded, and they were peeking at her the whole time, looking through the books, carefully, for fear of disturbing her.

The book Gu Wan chose was the famous foreign work "La Traviata", which is in English and has no translation.

She read it with gusto. Those who peeked at her thought that a goddess was a goddess, and even the books she read were different.If you don't have a solid English foundation, who would dare to challenge pure English books.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and several batches of people from the library left, and several batches came again.

Anyone who passed by Gu Wan's side was amazed by her naturally elegant and noble temperament, the stunningly beautiful facial features, holding a book in her hand, so elegant that she was beyond the mundane.

It is noble, but it does not show distance. Everyone smiled when they saw it.Even if Gu Wan was obsessed with the book in her hands, she was content with it even if she didn't smile back at them.

As time passed, Gu Wan quickly read a book and digested the contents of the book.

"Besides the fact that your insult is proof that you have always loved me, it seems to me that the more you torture me, the more noble I will be in your eyes when you know the truth." - La Traviata.

The story is fascinating, but the ending of the story is embarrassing.

After closing the book in her hand, Gu Wan lay down on the table. Is love really so noble?

She doesn't understand love, but she sympathizes with the heroine in the book.

I gave everything for you, and what I got in the end was the eternal separation between heaven and man.

Gu Wan felt drowsy, closed her eyes, and took a nap under the lazy sunlight.

When she was in a daze, she smelled a cold smell in the air, mixed with a faint scent of tobacco. This smell was very similar to the smell of Lu Yu's body.

She felt that she was too sleepy and had hallucinations to have such thoughts.

But in fact, Lu Yu was sitting on the chair beside her, took off his suit jacket, and gently covered her body.

You Leng's eyes were full of tenderness and affection, and his eyes fell on the left side of Gu Wan's face. Looking at the faint red mark, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Then, he stretched out his hand, covering Gu Wan's left cheek, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Wan in her sleep felt a chill on her face, followed by a gentle voice.

She couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, she nodded subconsciously, and replied, "Yes."

"They won't be able to get anything sweet." After holding down his hands, Lu Yu looked at Gu Wan's sleeping face with a smile in his eyes, "Wan Wan, I can't bear to leave you anymore."

I miss you like a sickness. In the past years, I never felt thinking about you like this. I'm afraid I'm dazed.

The voices in the ear, vaguely present, caused Gu Wan to sleep unsteadily.

She opened her hazy eyes and looked at each other, then looked at Lu Yu, then closed them.

She actually dreamed of Lu Yu, it was terrifying!
Suddenly, the closed eyes opened again, this time, they were no longer hazy.What came into view was the noble and elegant Lu Yu, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

Remaining drowsy, Gu Wan instantly woke up. Gu Wan raised her head, frowned, and looked at Lu Yu.

The moment she sat up straight, the coat slipped off her body, and she noticed something strange.Stretching out his hand to touch it, he froze for a while, took the coat over, and glanced at it.

Looking at Lu Yu again, he knew it was his coat, the cold smell was obvious.

Is this man caring about her?
Handed the coat with both hands, and returned it to Lu Yu, "Thank you."

"Why are you here?" She thought that after leaving the library last time, she would not see him for a long time, but unexpectedly, she saw him again after a day!
After taking the clothes, Lu Yu smiled tenderly, "Wanwan is here, so I am naturally here."

In this case, Gu Wan didn't know how to answer, and secretly scolded Lu Yu for not playing cards according to common sense, acting like a master in love, "That's a coincidence, I won't disturb your reading, I'll go first."

The lazy sunshine is gone, replaced by gloomy weather.

Gu Wan didn't bring an umbrella, and didn't want to get caught in the rain, so she picked up the guitar, got up with the book, and put it back in place.

Watching Gu Wan leave, Lu Yu smiled dotingly the whole time.

The sky was not as expected, Gu Wan returned the book and walked out of the library, and a heavy rain came as expected.

Standing in front of the library, looking at the heavy rain against her, Gu Wan was secretly annoyed that she didn't check the weather forecast before going out. If she did, she would take precautions and go out with an umbrella.

I reached into my bag to fumble for my phone, and after searching for a long time, I found nothing. I didn’t have my phone with me, so I was really alone and helpless. I could only stay in the library and wait for the rain to stop before I could go home.

"Where are you going, I'll see you off." A deep voice sounded behind him, and in his breath, there was that familiar and pleasant smell of coldness, whoever it was if it wasn't Lu Yu.

This is the first time that Gu Wan recognized a person accurately by distinguishing his voice and smelling his smell!
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing!
Lu Yu stepped forward and stood with Gu Wan. Gu Wan moved her position and distanced herself from him.

The cold voice replied: "Looking back at home."

"If that's the case, let's go." After saying that, a black umbrella opened, and Lu Yu propped it up, covering Gu Wan under the umbrella, closing the distance to her.

Two people, one tall and one lower, held an umbrella together and walked in the rainy sky.

One white and one black, like a picture scroll.

When he came to the car, the door had already been opened, and the man in black was waiting by the side with an umbrella, and the heater in the car came oncoming.Gu Wan stepped forward, Lu Yu stretched out his foot, and the accident happened instantly.

The soles of her feet slipped, and seeing that Gu Wan was about to hit the car door, a big hand grabbed her hand, turned her around, and wrapped her arms around her waist.

The owner of the hand was Lu Yu, the touch was real, and the soft fragrance was in his arms, but he was too thin.

It seemed that, as a fiancé, he had to fatten up his little wife.

The cold, damp and hot breath sprayed on her face, itching, and her waist was still held by Lu Yu's hands, Gu Wan showed embarrassment, stood up straight in a hurry, her face was slightly red.

"Thank you." At the end, Gu Wan explained aloud, "I...the soles of my feet slipped."

"Ok, I know."

It seemed more embarrassing.

　"La Traviata" is a novel written by the French writer Alexandre Dumas. For those who are interested, you can read it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)