Secret love becomes a marriage

"See you, brother and sister..."

"Goodbye." Ji Zimo wants to raise her claw and wave it at Yi Yi. She finds that the empty claw doesn't know when it has fallen into the hands of the man sitting next to her. She can only loosen the claw covering her mouth and swing it at her.

"Sister-in-law, go back and apply some ointment on your mouth..." it was easy to look at Ji Zimo's red and swollen lips, but she couldn't help it. She told her to go back and apply the medicine.

"Yes." Ji Zimo took back his easily waved claws and covered his mouth: "thank you."

"Bye." Yi shook his head and waved to Ji Zimo.

Her voice fell, and the car flew out like an arrow off the string.

Ji Zimo's eyes fell on them all the time. He didn't take back until their figure completely disappeared. When he took back, he stared at Gu Shubai.

But the man didn't respond at all. He leaned against the seat sofa, his head was slightly lowered, and a little long bangs covered his forehead. From her angle, he could only see his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips.

His long legs folded, his hand holding her hand on his knee, playing with it, very focused.

Ji Zimo watched him turn his hands over and over again. He was very helpless. He didn't know how much he had seen. He could play with her hands so much every day.

"Professor Gu." she raised her hand and pushed him.

"What's the matter?" he finally had a reaction and looked up from her hand to her face.

"No." he looked at it, but Ji Zimo was a little embarrassed. He couldn't speak, and a word sounded for several seconds.

"Say."

"Just, don't kiss me in front of so many people in the future, and don't kiss me like this." but after playing mahjong for a long time, her mouth was swollen.

"Well, why?" he tilted his head, as if puzzled by her words.

Ji Zimo was angry when he heard that. He dared to ask why.

"My mouth is swollen!" the words rushed out without going through my brain. After that, I found what I said and my heart jumped.

"Yes." his reaction was still cold.

"You..."

"It's beautiful, but it can be swollen a little more." until this sentence, it seems to be his style. However, Ji Zimo's heart is not proud of his style in the face of her.

"No, not in the future." she turned her head and forced herself not to look at him and stick to her position.

"Continue tomorrow."

"Hey..." this man, why did she talk to him, but he didn't listen and just said it himself?

Tyranny, dictatorship, dictatorship, Qin Shihuang!

……

"I'll go upstairs later. There's something else."

In the evening, after dinner, Ji Zimo plans to go upstairs to take a bath and sleep.

Gu Shubai shouted.

"What else?" Ji Zi Merton stepped down and looked up at Gu Shubai.

"Come here." he stood on the sofa and waved to her.

Ji Zimo was absorbed, but he turned and walked towards him: "what's the matter, Professor Gu?"

"Do you know the 'heart of beauty'?" the child came to the front, Gu Shubai raised his hand, took her body and let her lean against his arms.

"The heart of beauty?"

Ji Zi silently recited and remembered that it was easy to say on the card table today.

"I don't know." but she heard it easy today. She hadn't heard it or seen it before.

"Yes."

"What do you mean?" he asked her if she knew what it meant. After hearing her answer that she didn't know, why did he give such an unfathomable "um"? And then nothing. What does that mean?

"Nothing." after Gu Shubai answered, he stopped talking. He put his hands on her shoulders, gently forced her to turn around and let her back to him and nest in his arms.

"Professor Gu, there's something wrong with you." no, it's very wrong. Ji Zimo frowned: "what's the matter with you? Don't always talk..." half said, let people guess, okay?

Before Ji Zimo finished his sentence, he suddenly felt a little cold on his neck.

"Huh?" she wondered, pausing her voice and looking down.

He saw an amber pendant around his neck, an amber heart-shaped pendant hanging with a woven red rope.

"Is this?" Ji Zimo turns and looks at Gu Shubai. He has a vague guess in his heart, but he doesn't dare to confirm it.

……

"The heart of beauty."

Ji Zimo lay flat on the bed, raised his hand to the clavicle, touched the pendant in his hand, and said its name in his mouth.

Then there was silence. Her eyes fell far away. It seemed that she was distracted. It took a long time to move again. She first gently turned over, then raised her hands to the back of her neck, untied the red rope on her neck, and the heart-shaped AMBER PENDANT lost its imprisonment and slid down.

Before she turned back, she held all the falling pendants in her hand and looked at them carefully with the light at the head of the bed.

It looks blue at first, and gradually gives birth to some purple.

It is Dominica Lamper, which is produced in the Greater Antilles Islands in the Caribbean. The most precious amber, with a price of tens of thousands per gram, is still the general market price. There is no market for high-quality Dominica Lamper.

And this one in her hand.

Fully transparent and impurity free Lamper.

Priceless? She's not sure. It's always valuable. It's inevitable.

But why did he give it to her? And why did he act again after he gave her this thing?

The answer he gave was that she was his wife.

At that time, because the impact was too great, she didn't think about it. Now she thinks again... It's not a day or two for her to be his wife. He never said anything before.

So it's because it's easy today. He did it after they said that? Is it his heart? Would he not have done so much without their words? Who was this originally for?

Ji Zimo turns to look at the man lying next to him.

The night is deep.

Out of the window, there are no whistles of summer insects on summer nights in big cities. It is also in a luxurious community. There is no car whistle in the street, and the voice of people is noisy. It is very quiet. This silence is very suitable for memory to go back and let her trace the source a few hours ago.

……

"The heart of beauty."

Looking at the pendant on her neck, she turned back and asked him what it was. He replied, "the heart of beauty."

"Beauty's heart?" the doubt in his heart was confirmed. Ji Zimo then asked, "why do you give it to me?"

"Huh?" he said softly, in a tone of doubt and affirmation.

But what's the answer?

"What I asked was why you gave it to me. What did you say: 'HMM.'?"

"Good looking." he didn't answer at all. His eyes slid down from her forehead to her eyes, nose, mouth and chin, and finally fell on the pendant in the center of her clavicle. His slender white almost enchanting hand touched her neck, close to the amber and said: good looking.