Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

The room was silent.

Cheng Yue stood not far away with his hands in his pockets. Through the misty pale smoke, the misty eyes of peach blossoms were indistinct.

Cheng Chu swallowed nervously, and said tremblingly: "Brother, you haven't slept yet."

"Yeah." He lowered his eyes, replied in a low voice, and then said lightly: "Is it your classmate?"

"Huh?" Cheng Chu didn't react.

Cheng Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "Just now, the bicycle was riding fast."

"Yes." Cheng Chu clenched his hands nervously.

It was raining a little bit outside the window, patted the window one after another.

Cheng Yue walked to her and glanced at the bag in her hand, "He gave it?"

"Yes." Cheng Chu pursed the corners of his lips and lowered his eyes, his long, butterfly-wing eyelashes trembled slightly, unspeakably pitiful.

"Can you, don't tell your parents?" Her voice was cautiously tentative.

Cheng Yue was closer to the height of 1.9 meters, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, with a taste of anger and prestige, just standing like this can force people out of cold sweat.

The rain is getting heavier, it slaps on the glass windows, and gradually winds down.

In the cold rainy night, time seemed to be stretched very long in an instant. Cheng Chu heard her nervous heartbeat, and she felt her palms gradually soaked in the sound of rain.

Just when she was gradually giving up resistance, two words floated slowly in the air--

can.

She raised her eyes sharply and looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

Cheng Yue nodded slightly. After a while, he said, "Don't delay your study, protect yourself, and if you do these two things, I won't tell them."

"Okay." Cheng Chu raised his head, his shining eyes were touched: "Brother, thank you."

Cheng Yue's cold heart softened for a while, and he reached out and touched her head, and his voice held up a little majestic: "Next time the driver will pick you up, that kid will ride so fast, it's not safe."

Cheng Chu nodded, smiling at the corners of his lips.

"Did you quarrel with mom today?" Cheng Yue asked.

The corners of Cheng Chu's upward mouth solidified slightly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. She lowered her head and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

"Do what you want." Cheng Yue lowered his eyes, looking at her dark hair, his voice gradually softened, "Mom, I will talk to her well."

The little princess of his family should have a carefree life, do what she likes, and love the person she wants to love.

Under the light of the light, Cheng Yue’s eyes showed indescribable gentleness, “Chu Chu, we all love you. The reason why my mother said that is because she thinks that kind of life is the most comfortable and best, so don’t be with She is angry, okay?"

"Yeah." Cheng Chu's nose was sour, she nodded vigorously, raised her face, and there seemed to be water flickering in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"I love you too." Her voice choked, "You are the best brother in the world."

Cheng Yue smiled softly, a little helpless in his voice: "Okay, why cry, take a good bath, and go to sleep."

The night was deep, Cheng Chu returned to the room and cherished all the dolls beside the bed.

All kinds of Doraemon like a patron saint, watching this girl sink into a dreamland.

On New Year's Eve, when Cheng Chu got up, he received a WeChat message from the monitor.

It is a confirmation form for class exchange.

It says: Since this time the results are up to standard, please choose whether to enter the key class.

The night's rain has not stopped, and the sky is still gloomy. Cheng Chu printed out the pair of application forms and wrote "Yes" in the option of whether to choose to enter the key class.

The last column of the confirmation form requires the parent's signature. Cheng Chu felt that he was not in a hurry, so he only pressed the form under the book, and then went to work on other things.

The atmosphere at home today is very good. Cheng Ruohai, who is often away from home, is sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching TV. Fu Xun is holding a mobile phone while Fu Rong is preparing New Year’s Eve dinner with her babysitter in the kitchen.

After more mediation in the process, Fu Rong was relieved about whether she was admitted to the Conservatory of Music, but she often asked worriedly: "What if you can't support yourself in the future?"

Cheng Ruohai glanced at her coldly, "How much money is lacking at home? What does my daughter want to do, even if she can't earn a penny, it doesn't matter."

Fu Rong just shut up.

The family ate lunch happily and took a leisurely nap. When Cheng Chu got up, it was already dark outside.

She still had the coma after a nap in her head, and walked downstairs in a daze.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was as rich as ever, with a full table.

The family is full of food and drink, lying on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Cheng Chu looked out through the French windows.

The rain has not stopped for several days, the rain is pouring down, and the heavy rain is endless, as if vows to wash away the bustling city.

The phone vibrated a few times. It was a New Year greeting message sent by some unfamiliar friends in advance.

At first glance, it was a group posting, but Cheng Chu settled down and replied one by one.

After replying to those, she discovered that the news from the group had accumulated to 99+.

Some wished "Happy New Year" to each other, and others had their own New Year's Eve dinner.

There was boring singing and dancing on the TV, and Cheng Chu pulled up the news boredly, starting from the very beginning.

It is a message sent by the class teacher——

"Praise the top three in our class for this final exam. First, Ye Feixue, grade 43, second, Cheng Chu, grade 50, third, Hu Zongbai, grade 68."

Cheng Chu's hand holding the phone stiffened, and he lowered his head in disbelief and read it carefully.

Why is there no Gu Miao?

Did he make a mistake this time?

Cheng Chu's beating heart gradually calmed down. Could it be that he made a mistake because he borrowed his own pen?

The loud beloved voice gradually increased, and it was Fu Xun who turned the volume up again.

He turned his head, looked at Cheng Chu who was desperate and asked: "What's the matter with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Cheng Chu stiffened his hand to turn off the phone screen, and shook his head like a cover.

The rain outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is slapped against the glass windows, making loud noises.

"Chu Chu, go and close the window."

Because he felt that the heating room was too hot, Fu Rong left a small slit in the window.

"Okay." Cheng Chu came back to his senses, and walked to the window nonchalantly.

A few strands of rain came in through the window, splashed on her face, and brought a biting cold.

Cheng Chu only felt that the squally rain outside the window seemed to hit her heart for an instant, and the joy and warmth of the New Year were wiped out in an instant. She sniffed, turned her head and said, "You are a little sleepy, go up and sleep first."

"Go to sleep." Cheng Ruohai waved his hand.

Cheng Chu pursed his lips, lowered his head and ran up to the second floor.

The wooden floor made a "bang" sound, and she closed the door and sat down at the table without strength.

Not far away, the Doraemon, which was in a continuous shot, was pulling his mouth, as if laughing at Cheng Chu's stupidity.

She lowered her eyes in frustration, blaming herself in a panic.

If it weren't for her, Gu Miao wouldn't miss the key classes.

The plum blossoms in the garden trembled by the wind and snow, but still steadily bloomed with a bright red.

Cheng Chu pulled out the transfer confirmation form from the textbook, crossed out the "Yes" at the bottom, and then stared at the parent signature column at the bottom and started a daze.

A few minutes later, she knocked on Cheng Yue's door.

"Come in."

Cheng Chu sneaked in and whispered, "Brother, can I ask you something?"

The air seemed to see through the rain outside, with a bit of sticky dampness.

After Cheng Yue listened to her, he pressed the corners of his lips slightly, and did not speak for a long time.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that only a few seconds have passed.

He opened his mouth with a deep voice: "Chu Chu, have you asked that boy's opinion?"

"Huh?" Cheng Chu raised his eyes and looked at him with some unclear eyes.

Cheng Ran sat on the office chair, his handsome face hidden in the dim light, his eyes drooping slightly, making it difficult to see his expression.

But his tone was extremely deep.

"A boy who really likes you is not willing to let you compromise for him. If he agrees to let you give up better things for him, then he is not worthy of your liking."

"But I made him fail the exam?" Cheng Chu raised his head with a look of confusion.

"You should listen to what he thinks." Cheng Yue said slowly.

When I came out of my brother's room, the rain outside had gradually diminished, and a few drops of rain fell on the window, making a small sound.

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

Cheng Chu stood by the window and dialed Gu Miao's phone.

There was a long beep, and the phone was answered in the next second.

The boy's voice had a hint of surprise: "Cheng Chu?"

"It's me." Cheng Chu looked at the night in the garden and said softly, "Happy New Year, Gu Miao."

"You too, yes." Gu Miao's voice passed through the phone line, a little hoarse, revealing indescribable sexy, "New Year, happy."

His tone was extremely sincere, as if to give her all the happiness in the world at this moment.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be caressed by a pair of gentle hands. Cheng Chu's hand holding the phone shook slightly, and after a moment of pondering, she said, "I saw the results, is it because of the pen? Sorry, if it wasn't for me. ....."

Gu Miao never interrupted her. This seemed to be the first time.

He said: "No, because, this, it's me, I didn't play well."

The windows were soaked in rain water, and a few drops of crystal rain opened a path, winding down.

The voice of the teenager seemed to melt in this rainy night, with a slightly moisturized eardrum that slowly pierced through.

She lowered her eyes, her voice was low, "I don't want to go to the key class anymore."

"No, next semester, the opening test, I will be admitted to the key class."

So, wait for me.

When I try to keep up with you, I will become confident, strong and brave, and become as shining as you.

In this way, I am qualified to stand by your side.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: Only by becoming someone as good as her can you be qualified to be with her