Sir,Your Wife Escape Again

On the 26th of December, the commander-in-chief came back with his wife and children.

Si dujun said to Gu Qingzhou and Si mu, "don't run in two places. You can live here for the Chinese New Year."

Gu Qingzhou's face is smiling.

Si Fangfei looks at her.

"Good," said smoot

Gu Qingzhou didn't look at him, but said to Si Xingyi, "ah mu, live here. I'd better go back to my new house. Dad, I know the bed. "

The governor's tolerance of Gu Qingzhou was almost to the point of doting on him. He immediately said, "there are many things to do during the Chinese new year, so we should sleep well. Now that you know the bed, you'd better not move it. "

Si Fangfei lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Mrs. Si tut said: "how can you recognize the bed..."

"children have their own habits!" The governor set up a horse road.

It ended in nothing.

Although Si Mu agreed, Gu Qingzhou would not live, so he would not.

Two people take the same car to go back, Gu Qingzhou arms alone, the whole person into the dark.

Sima sitting beside her, can smell the fragrance of her hair, floating in the heart, even completely static.

"... I know you can't talk." Said smoot suddenly.

Gu Qingzhou revives.

She knew what smoot was trying to say.

Up to now, she has not been able to tell the governor about her relationship with Si Xingyi.

Gu Qingzhou longs for family affection. In addition to the old lady, she is the commander of the Department. She takes good care of the feelings of the commander of the Department.

So, she can't say it.

"You think too much. We're going to talk about it after the new year." Gu Qingzhou light, "Si mu, I and he have engaged."

Smoot has no words.

When the car arrived at the new house, it began to rain. The cold rain in winter, everywhere of Qiu branch rustle, cold meaning Qinru sleeve bottom.

When Gu Qingzhou got off, the adjutant came over with an umbrella.

Suddenly, smoot stepped forward and took the umbrella.

He and Gu Qingzhou stood under the same umbrella curtain. The orange light at the door could not penetrate the tightness of the oilcloth umbrella, and it was dark under the umbrella.

They stood side by side.

Sima and Gu Qingzhou are very close to each other. When they enter, they can smell her - a little warm rose fragrance.

Gu Qingzhou did not flinch.

"Gu Qingzhou, you used to be my fiancee!" Every word, every word.

Gu Qingzhou's face sank slightly: "and then?"

"Then you fell in love with Si Xinghe. You made a mistake first." Simudo.

Gu Qingzhou pursed his lips.

She did think so.

But slowly, she got used to the sense of guilt, she did not do so cheap himself.

It was her mother who made an agreement with the family.

One thing is often criticized in the newspapers of the new school: arranged marriage.

Gu Qingzhou and Si Mu are arranged marriages. Those who have studied the liberal ideas of the new school say that this is a bad habit.

She is an old-fashioned person, but she accepts it.

She is not in debt, she is the victim of arranged marriage.

If Si Mu is a sufferer and wants to catch someone who hurts him, it should be his parents, Gu Qingzhou's mother and the past era.

After five years in Germany, Simao should be more fashionable and know more about freedom and democracy than Gu Qingzhou.

He pretended to be confused with understanding.

"I'm not wrong." Gu Qingzhou raised his eyes.

Eyes adapted to the darkness. In Gu Qingzhou's eyes, the outline of his cheek was clear. She just couldn't see his expression clearly.

"You don't admit it." Smoot said coldly, "even if you don't admit it, you are wrong."

After a pause, he said, "I was wrong."

Without waiting for Gu Qingzhou to say anything, he continued: "Gu Qingzhou, you were wrong, I was wrong, we can even out.

You can be his fiancee, and you can be mine. Gu Qingzhou, I love you, I want to get you

After that, he hooped Gu Qingzhou tightly.

The umbrella was thrown aside.

Rain fell on Gu Qingzhou's face, cold and damp, just like Gu Qingzhou's mood.

In the damp, there was anger that could not be contained.

"... that's interesting." Gu Qingzhou was held by Sima, but her voice quieted down. She said slowly, "Sima, you are really interesting now."

Smoot's arm was harder.

Gu Qingzhou said: "do you like me, or do you like my body clean and clean?"

Sima is speechless. His tall body tightly wraps the softness of Gu Qingzhou.

He seemed to exert himself more, trying to hold Gu Qingzhou tightly and forbid her to speak any more.

Gu Qingzhou said with a smile: "Si mu, are you proud of your behavior?"

Simu finally said: "I pursue what I want, naturally proud.""Sure enough, you don't even have the most basic self-esteem." Gu Qingzhou road.

What else did Sima want to say? Suddenly he felt someone approaching. He hit an adjutant with his elbow and made him black and blue.

The adjutant was suddenly attacked and fell to the ground.

Si Mu clenched Gu Qingzhou's hand: "do you want people to attack me?"

Gu Qingzhou's eyes frowned with anger.

She shook off his hand.

Si Mu does not let go, a force pulls her into the bosom afresh.

He lowered his head and stroked her cheek.

Cold rain like fog, in their line of sight, Gu Qingzhou's green silk covered with a thin layer of rain, like ice disappear yarn.

Gu Qingzhou closed his eyes slightly.

Open it again, it's cold.

But smoot didn't return.

His hand, brushing her cheek, raised her chin.

Two people look at each other.

His hot, hit Gu Qingzhou's indifference and gloomy.

The orange streetlights put the light into Gu Qingzhou's eyes, her broken mang Yingying shines on people.

Gu Qingzhou smile: "Si mu, I'm sick of you like this."

"It's OK. You'll like me later." Simudo.

After that, he bent over and wanted to kiss Gu Qingzhou.

Suddenly, there was a pain in the back of the neck.

Si Mu was black in front of his eyes, and his hand was still tightly around Gu Qingzhou's waist.

Her waist is very thin, and she can ring it with one hand. The fabric of her coat is wet and soft.

Sima thinks he is alert enough, how can he...

he wants to have a look, but he falls down.

Gu Qingzhou pushed his hand away and threw himself into the arms of his descendants.

She stood on tiptoe, forced to hook his neck, his slender body, buried in his tall.

She sighed softly.

The breath of Si Xingyi is just like in the past.

"Drag it down." Si Xingpei whispered to the adjutant behind him. After that, he hugged Gu Qingzhou and carried him to his car.

Gu Qingzhou still hugged him, her voice was lower, she said: "you're back!"

This exclamation, unprecedented dignified and gratified.

Si Xingyi nodded.

The two cars sped off.

Night shrouded, the rain under the streetlights, like silk thread, obliquely dense weaving, want to draw a magnificent brocade.

Gu Qingzhou had been holding Si Xingyi in his arms. He refused to let go, and even did not ask.