Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

After Lu Shi left, Gu Jingchen sat on the sofa without saying a word.

After a while, Gu Jingchen took out the cigarette from the drawer.

After lighting it, Gu Jingchen took a sip and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The smoke was dense, Gu Jingchen lit a cigarette casually, and lowered his head to think about something.

Only one light was turned on in the living room, and Gu Jingchen was smoking slowly, completely unaware that someone was coming.

"Master, it's time to go back to rest."

It was the butler who spoke.

Seeing the housekeeper, Gu Jingchen turned around and said in a low voice, "housekeeper, is Nanzai asleep?"

The housekeeper nodded, "Just fell asleep, the young master is very good."

Gu Jingchen snorted, "then go to rest."

The housekeeper sighed, "Young master, smoke less, my wife will definitely have nothing good to eat when she knows you."

Gu Jingchen put the cigarette **** aside, "you go to rest first, I'll be back in a while."

The housekeeper nodded, "Then go to bed early."

After speaking, the butler left.

Glancing at the cigarettes he had not finished smoking, Gu Jingchen pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Relapsed today.

Gu Jingchen laughed, but his expression was even more lonely.

After calling Mu Qingmo, Gu Jingchen couldn't help feeling depressed.

There is no other reason, Gu Jingchen just feels sorry for Mu Nansheng.

Thinking about facing Nan Sheng in the future, Gu Jingchen could only hide from her about the substitute, but Gu Jingchen didn't dare to go up.

Worrying about seeing Mu Nansheng's first face, Gu Jingchen could not help telling Mu Nansheng all the facts.

Reason occupied Gu Jingchen's heart. In order not to make himself too impulsive, Gu Jingchen smoked a cigarette.

Sitting quietly in the living room, Gu Jingchen didn't come back until the sparks from the cigarette **** disappeared.

I looked at the time, it was ten o'clock.

Turning off the light, Gu Jingchen stepped up the stairs step by step against the darkness.

At this time, according to Mu Nansheng's biological clock, Mu Nansheng was already asleep.

Opening the door softly, the dim yellow wall lamp reflected on it. Looking at the curled up body on the bed, Gu Jingchen's cold and hard heart was softened all of a sudden.

Just as he was about to walk over, Gu Jingchen suddenly thought that Mu Nansheng couldn't smell the smoke, so he turned around and went to the bathroom.

After a simple shower, Gu Jingchen came out after making sure that he had no smoke smell.

Carefully lifting the quilt, Gu Jingchen lay in.

In the quilt, Mu Nansheng lay on his side, revealing his profile, and was sleeping soundly.

Adjusting the sleeping position, Gu Jingchen's nose was pressed against Mu Nansheng's eyebrows, smelling the faint fragrance of Mu Nansheng's body, Gu Jingchen's depressed mood was swept away.

The light from the wall lamp came over, and a faint light circle surrounded Mu Nansheng, and the contours of his face became softer.

With a contented sigh, Gu Jingchen pinched Mu Nansheng's earlobe and lowered his voice: "good night, Mrs. Gu."

As soon as the wall lamp was turned off, Gu Jingchen lay on his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with Mu Nansheng's shallow breathing.

Gu Jingchen slept lightly, and frowned when he vaguely heard a rustling sound.

Before he could react, Gu Jingchen only felt that his arms were wrapped around his waist.

Looking sideways, Mu Nansheng had messy hair, buried his head in his arms, and hugged his waist tightly with his hands.

This kind of behavior is very similar to Nanzai when he was a child.

Nanzai is a little over two years old. Although he is very young, the child is very dependent on his mother from birth. At that time, Mu Nansheng didn't like Nanzai and didn't hug him.

At that time, Gu Jingchen was very busy with work, and he had to help clean up Mu Nansheng's mess from time to time. For the children, Gu Jingchen was still doing his best to take care of them.

Every time Nanzai was disliked by Mu Nansheng, Nanzai had to let Gu Jingchen coax him all night long when he went to bed at night.

It is also this posture, the performance of insecurity.

Gu Jingchen hugged Mu Nansheng distressedly, kissed Mu Nansheng's forehead, and his voice was a little worried: "I didn't sleep, little rascal!"