Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

    His jaw was tight, his hand holding the records was tight, and his voice was cold, “No, my house is close.”

    He pursed his lips and handed the bag in his hand to Cheng Chu. His hard voice seemed a little aggrieved, “Yours, the record.”

    This must have been bought for her by the boy. She held it in her arms so preciously just now.

    The sour gas seemed to fill the nasal cavity in an instant, making Gu Miao’s heart twitch.

    Cheng Chu stared blankly at the record in her hand, and after a while, a hint of clarity flashed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

    She put the bag into Fu Xun’s hand and said to him, “You go to the car and wait for me first, and I’ll have a few words with him.”

    “Okay.” Fu Xun took two bags of records and walked a few steps then turned around and said, “Hurry up, I’m in a hurry to eat, I’m starving to death.”

    “I know, I know.” Cheng Chu was helpless.

    Hearing the intimacy in the girl’s words, Gu Miao’s eyes seemed to be filled with wind, and it became colder.

    On the cold street, only a few pedestrians in the distance walked slowly.

    Cheng Chu raised her eyes, the watery peach blossom eyes seemed to have reflected sunlight.

    “Is your house really close?” she asked softly.

    Gu Miao nodded, he would walk for half an hour, which was quite close to him.

    “Okay.” Cheng Chu nodded clearly, “Then I’m leaving.”

    Looking at the girl’s back, Gu Miao lowered his eyes a little helplessly.

    Never had he felt so disgusted with his pathetic pride as now.

    They are going to be separated next semester, shouldn’t he cherish every second he spends with her?

    The ridiculous jealousy and inexplicable self-esteem are no match for saying a few words to her.

    A few plum blossoms were planted at the end of the street. When the desolate winter wind blew, the fragrance with a slight bitterness in the tranquillity slowly spread out.

    Gu Miao stared at the girl’s back, and his lips moved silently down.

    But before he could say anything, the girl turned her head.

    The winter sun shone into her bright peach blossom eyes.

    She looked at him and smiled slightly from the bottom of her eyes, “That was my cousin just now.”

    “What, what?” Gu Miao asked in disbelief after listening to her words.

    “Didn’t you hear it?” The girl waved at him, the two small dimples on her cheeks looming: “Don’t be unhappy, see you at school tomorrow.”

    Until her figure gradually disappeared, Gu Miao came back to his senses. Only then did he realize how high the corners of his mouth had been raised.