President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

When Gu Shaoqian returned to the room, Su Yimo had slept, but she didn't sleep well, so the moment Gu Shaoqian entered the door, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Wake you up?" Gu Shaoqian looked at her painfully, and even his walking became much lighter.

Su Yimo shook his head at him, slowly got up, took the small book and pen on the head cabinet and wrote: "no... what did you talk to Shen Hao?"

"When did you start to care about things between Shen Hao and me?" Gu Shaoqian went to the bed and sat down. He raised his hand and gently touched her cheek with his fingers.

"I'm not for sweetness, otherwise who cares what you two smelly men talk about!" Su Yimo pouted and looked at him from time to time with complaining eyes.

"We didn't talk much, just sat down and had a drink." He saw her wronged face and told her the truth.

"Qian, what exactly do you mean by the punishment you said today?" She looked at him curiously and wrote in the small book. She thought that he could not really let them pick up things, nor could it be as simple as just to create a chance for them to meet alone.

"Well... I can't tell you." In fact, he didn't know what Shen Hao wanted to do. Shen Hao just asked him to do so without explaining the reason to him.

Su Yimo clenched his hands, beat him gently on his chest, and then wrote quickly in his small book: "hum... You hate it!"

"I hate it?" Gu Shaoqian grabbed her hands with both hands, and then the small book and pen in her hand fell on the quilt. His hand controlled her hands and made her unable to move, let alone pick up the small book and pen on the bed.

Su Yimo's hand was controlled by him. She could not speak or write. For a time, all her grievances rushed into her eyes, and a tear fell down without warning.

"Baby, how do you... Don't cry..." Gu Shaoqian looked at her tears. Don't mention how distressed he was. He quickly released her hand and wiped the tears on her face with his thumb.

Su Yimo didn't look at him either. She was crying silently. She doesn't know how her tears swell and fall easily. Maybe it's because she's in front of him, so she doesn't need to hide. All the happiness and sadness, all the happiness and sadness, all the joy and disgust were revealed in front of him.

Gu Shaoqian watched beside him. He was distressed and regretted that he had done something wrong to make her cry. "Mo Bao, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't hold your hand or let you write... Will you forgive me a lot?"

Su Yimo looked at Gu Shaoqian's cautious look. There was nothing to complain about. Slowly she stopped her tears, picked up a small book and pen and wrote: "then you can't make me cry again in the future!"

"I promise I'll never make you cry again!" When Gu Shaoqian finished, he found that there seemed to be too many things he promised her. It can be seen that his life is about to be controlled in the palm of her hand. When he sees that she doesn't cry or get angry, he dares to say what he thinks, "Mo Bao, I promise you, can you also promise me one thing?"

Su Yimo looked at him suspiciously, as if to say, "what's the matter?"