The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 70 The Lonely Gu Mo

Zhang Lailai did not drive away.

Gu Mo threw the keys on the coffee table and hung his head decadently.

The room was empty, only the messy slippers proved that she had been here. Gu Mo bent down to pick up the shoes under the table, and the other one was on the edge of the sofa. He walked over without saying a word. Lost on the sofa.

Thinking of her bare feet, I feel distressed and irritated. I don't want to restrain her, but I can't wait to put her feet in my arms to warm them up and get rid of her willful bad habits.

She is still the same as before, she hasn't changed at all, people always worry about her and feel sorry for her, and she just pats her butt like a normal person and leaves, it was like this back then, and it's like this now.

He was really afraid of this feeling, and left without warning, without telling himself where she had gone, or when she would come back.

Put her slippers neatly on the shelf, right next to his own slippers, two pairs of shoes, one big and one small, gave him the illusion that she would come back at any time, only when she was there, the house would A little bit of popularity makes him feel alive and not alone.

He habitually went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. There was a desk by the window, and the cabinet underneath was also locked. He opened it, and there was a notebook and a pen lying alone inside.

He took it out from the cabinet, it was a thick book, and he had already written more than half of it. He opened it, laid it flat on the table, and continued to write. He has the habit of keeping a diary since he was a child. He writes when he is happy and when he is sad. , Write them all down, so that you can remember clearly.

Especially about Zhang Lailai.

Without thinking about it, he filled in the year, month and day, and wrote in correct italics:
I saw that ring today, it is very beautiful, just as I imagined, I don't need to look at her expression at that time, she must be crying like a child, she threw herself into his arms, thinking that she got everything.

But he didn't love her at all, and she didn't know it yet.

He is the most hypocritical person in the world. The so-called marriage and the so-called promise are thinner than a piece of paper. He loves fame and wealth more than anything else, and he loves himself more than anything else. Don't try to get love from him.

No, he didn't deserve love at all, let alone her.

Gu Mo put down his pen and habitually flipped through the front. The first page of the note was written when he was 8 years old. The handwriting was not good-looking and a bit immature. He still remembers what happened that day very clearly. For a long time, he felt that he didn't need to keep a diary, and he could remember every detail.

Slide your finger lightly, and read the past word by word:

October 10th was cloudy and rainy

Today is my birthday, she forgot again, feeling as depressed as the weather, I stopped in front of a store, looked at a piggy bank inside the glass, it was a pink pig, very similar to her, couldn’t help but I took a few glances.

She tugged at my collar and asked me why I didn't leave, but I didn't speak, and pointed to the piggy bank inside.

"How old do you still like this kind of thing?"

That's what she said at the time, in a very impatient tone, and then she pulled me into the store by my collar, pointed at the pink piggy in the glass, "Boss, I want this, wrap it up for me. "

She must not know how happy I am, that was the first birthday present she gave me, although she didn't know it, but I will cherish it forever.

After reading it, Gu Mo couldn't help laughing out loud. At that time, he didn't know many characters, and some of them still used pinyin. The immature brushstrokes were more of the innocence of his youth, and he was still with Zhang Lai. The sense of grievance that Lai ignored.

"I have been a troublemaker since I was a child." Now that I think about it, I was bullied by her a lot back then. I sighed and opened a page in the middle. It was written by him when he was 12 years old.

September 9, the sun is like a fire

She and I have just come to school for a few days, and we are not familiar with the place. There are always tall people bullying me here. When she is there, she is a bit more restrained. When she is not, she corners me and takes all my money.

I have never cared about these things, money is nothing to me, but they have tasted the sweetness of me, and today they threatened me, if I can't pay 2000 yuan tomorrow, they will poke a hole in me .

I don't like people threatening me the most, and I don't like the feeling of someone slapping my face with a knife. I looked at him fearlessly, like watching a clown, "Try?"

Maybe it was because my eyes were too embarrassing. He became so angry that he kicked over the table next to him and kicked me in the stomach again.

The so-called gentleman's revenge is not too late for ten years, so let them be proud first, and the winner is the one who can have the last laugh.

"What are you doing!"

When I lost consciousness, I heard her voice, she picked up a broom and hit them like crazy, and then stood in front of me, with an angry look like never before, "Who dares to move a finger of Gu Mo! I want you to look good!"

With her back to me, her whole body was tense, like a wolf on alert. She must not have known that I was smiling so proudly that I couldn't get up after being beaten.

At that time, what I thought in my heart was not about being saved, but: Zhang Lailai, you still said you don’t care about me?

His fingers caressed the paper, reluctant to turn it over. Gu Mo's eyes gradually became deep, but tender like water. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep breath, and the smoke was lingering. No one knew what he was thinking. What, he closed the notebook casually, locked it in the cabinet, and got up.

The smoke was burning at his fingertips, almost reaching his fingertips. He looked up at a painting on the wall, lost in thought. The two people in the painting smiled so innocently, without any malice, and they were completely different from the present one. Besides, he didn't know why he and Zhang Lailai came to this point, it was like God was playing tricks on him.

But it doesn't matter, fate will always be in his own hands, take his time, he is not in a hurry.

He poked out the cigarette butt, set up a stool, took down the painting, hid it behind the wardrobe, and then dialed a number, "Hello, where are you?"

There was only a slight rubbing sound on the other end of the phone, and there was no reply to his words. For the cheerful Zhang Lailai, it was almost impossible. He suddenly missed her being so angry that she was full of vitality.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah." She responded softly, feeling very depressed.

Gu Mo was inexplicably hot. He wanted to light a cigarette but held back. He just pulled off his tie a little, "You forgot to drive the car away. I'll drive it for you tomorrow."

"No need." Her voice was a little hoarse, more alienated, "You keep it to yourself."

Gu Mo was silent for a while, his eyes were deep, "I'll drive over for you tomorrow, that's all."

He hung up the phone involuntarily, he really didn't want to hear her rejection again, his chest throbbed with pain.

(End of this chapter)