The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 2 Gu Mo Seven Years Later
Gu Mo.Just by looking at the name, he knew that he was a quiet kid, but after thinking about it, he must be a withdrawn kid who was sullen and introverted, with extremely low self-esteem. Back then, Zhang Lailai had this kind of cognition, and Gu Mo had the same cognition. Staying here for more than ten years, the greatest pleasure every day is to tease this boring baby, steal his favorite things, destroy his favorite things, and bully him. Knowing that the brat had resolutely transferred to another school, even nine cows could not come back. Zhang Lailai was very sad for a while without this follower, but now that brat dared to come back, she was a little awkward that's it.

Mentioning Gu Mo reminds me of those years when I was young and ignorant, and I really feel nostalgic. I miss the time when Zheng Lang, Song Yunqian and her were together in college.

Zhang Lailai narrowed her eyes slightly, and licked the milk at the corner of her mouth like a cat. Leaning against the window sill of the studio, the setting sun refracted on her side face, which actually outlined a beautiful curve.

"Is the milk delicious?" A hoarse and magnetic voice suddenly came from the door, as if he had caught an inevitable prey, which made people feel the creepy coldness.

Zhang Lailai looked back in surprise, and met a pair of indifferent eyes, hidden in the depths of his eyes were unknown mysteries, no emotion could be seen on his sharp-edged face, his facial features were stiff, and his nasal bone was as straight as Zhang Lailai's The ancient Greek stone carvings on the painting, unknowingly, make people look fascinated. The corner of his mouth has a dark arc, a straight suit, and slender legs. He doesn't have the sense of abstinence of the elite, but looks Lightly picked, the well-proportioned suit is also casually worn.

Zhang Lailai was stunned, "You are..."

"Gu Mo." He announced his family name without hesitation, his eyelids were half closed, and he seemed to be careless.

It turned out to be this brat!I haven't seen him in seven years, but he looks like a human.Zhang Lailai began to grind his teeth secretly again, eager to move, "Don't you know that you have to knock on the door before entering someone's house?"

Gu Mo's expression didn't change a bit, he just raised his hand and pointed to his feet, "I haven't stepped in yet, besides..." He raised his hand and knocked twice, and said in that flat tone : "Knock now."

Zhang Lailai's cheeks puffed up with anger.

"Lai Lai, Gu Mo is not an outsider, so what if he enters your house." Zhang Lailai's mother, Lu Yuan, heard the voice coming upstairs, and looked at her with slightly reproachful eyes, "Gu Mo is me, okay?" Easy guests, don't bully them like you did when you were a child."

Zhang Lailai rolled his eyes.

"You child." Lu Yuan sighed helplessly, "My friend Ma is coming soon, you must have a lot to say after not seeing each other for so long, let's catch up slowly, and I will ask Aunt Chen to come up and call you when it's time for dinner .”

As she spoke, she pushed Gu Mo in regardless of Zhang Lailai's wishes, "Gu Mo, you come back after a long time, just stay at my house, I've already told your family, that's it It's settled." After speaking, he seemed afraid that Gu Mo would regret it, and quickly closed the door.

Gu Mo didn't speak, the tall figure made the whole room look oppressive, Zhang Lailai laughed "hehe" twice, and said something sarcastic: "I didn't even go back to my own home, so I couldn't wait to come to my house, it's really me Damn good son."

"Yeah." Gu Mo actually responded, and continued slowly: "My aunt's kindness was hard to turn down, and she stopped me halfway. I probably dreamed of having a son, but she gave birth to a daughter."

Zhang Lailai puffed his cheeks, poked the drawing board hard with the pen in his hand, and didn't care about this kind of person.

The room is full of paintings, piled up with shelves, and the room looks crowded, only the side of the French windows is tidy and tidy. Looking out at a glance, Zhang Lailai is sitting in front of the French windows, holding a pen in his hand. , as if holding the whole world.

Gu Mo took two steps forward, stood behind her, looked at the painting in her hand, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyelids were still half-drooped, looking careless, "I didn't expect you to choose to paint."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Lailai looked up at him provocatively, "My ideal since I was a child was to be a young man of literature and art, either writing abstracts, or painting landscapes, occasionally sipping small tea, never worshiping foreigners. "

There was a deep color in the long and narrow eyes at some point, "I remember when you were in the third grade, you were punished by him for drawing a hundred portraits of an old man in art class because you doodled. I can't draw anymore."

She frowned suspiciously, "Is there?"

Gu Mo looked at her back, and said quietly: "Yes, your memory is really bad."

Because of his words, Zhang Lailai fell into the memory for a short time. His left hand propped his chin, and his long nails made his fair skin sunken. They were as delicate as shells, and his facial features were more delicate than those shown in the portrait. Zhang Lailai was in peace. Lai seemed too beautiful to be real.

Gu Mo was inexplicably upset. He reached into his pocket to find a cigarette, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Miss." The person who came in was Aunt Chen, who was holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, "The noodles are ready."

Zhang Lailai looked at her a little strangely, "Why do you think of cooking noodles?"

"It's not Miss you..."

Gu Mo suddenly interrupted her, "Aunt Chen, put down the noodles."

"Hey, good." Aunt Chen put the noodles on the table, and said to Zhang Lailai with a smile, "Miss, are you hungry? Eat while it's hot. I'll go down and pour you a glass of warm water."

The smell of the noodles penetrated into her nose, immediately whetted her appetite, and started to eat. While thinking about Gu Mo and the others having a big meal outside, but she could only eat noodles, she immediately turned her grief and anger into strength, and ate harder up.

Gu Mo stood quietly behind her, just staring at her, with no expression on his face, but there was a concentration in his pupils that ordinary people didn't know.

Seeing that the bowl of noodles was about to bottom out, Gu Mo said abruptly, "Are you a pig, eating so fast."

Zhang Lailai was choked all of a sudden, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time, "You! You..."

It just so happened that Aunt Chen brought a glass of water and quickly stuffed it into her hand, saying worriedly: "Miss, don't eat so fast, it's not good for your stomach."

Zhang Lailai gulped down two sips of water, full of resentment, "Aunt Chen knew it would be bad for my stomach, and my mother is just like a normal person, playing mahjong down there."

Aunt Chen babbled while helping her clean up the dishes, "Ma'am is also worried about your stomach problem, so she rushed back in such a hurry, Miss, you should really pay attention to your diet..."

Zhang Lailai lowered his eyelids and let out a casual "hmm".

(End of this chapter)