Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

It's winter again.

The sea city at the beginning of January was extremely cold, and the howling wind seemed to hold a knife. Several birds flew past the gloomy sky and screamed.

In the spacious and clean office building, men in straight suits walked through the chaotic latticework. Many people stopped their work and greeted respectfully: "Hello, President Jiang."

The man nodded friendly.

When his figure gradually moved away, several programmers in plaid shirts were surprised: "In this direction, I shouldn't go to Mr. Gu."

"should be."

"I'm not going to fight again, because of technical problems last time, President Jiang's voice almost broke the sky."

"To be honest, I am more receptive to President Jiang who is a little more emotional. I am really afraid of President Gu's cold face."

"But Mr. Gu seems to be in a good mood these days. He smiled at me yesterday and scared me to death."

"Aren't you kidding me, I can scare to death just by listening."

"No, eh, eh, let's not say, someone is coming."

Jiang Xing quickly walked to the closed office door, curled his fingers, and knocked hesitantly.

"Please come in." The voice inside the door was very deep, slowly floating out, wrapped in the cold of winter.

Jiang Xing pulled out a smiley face and opened the door, "Hehehe, good morning, President Gu."

Gu Miao only thought it was other subordinates, but didn't expect it to be Jiang Xing who had just had an argument with him a few days ago.

He glanced at Jiang Xing and said nothing.

Jiang Xing licked and smiled, with a flattering expression on his face: "Mr Gu, I was wrong. Last night I suddenly had an inspiration, and I feel that what you said is not wrong."

Gu Miao said in a low voice.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Xing, then added: "It's okay."

"Fuck, I'm so easy to talk today." Jiang Xing was still standing by the door. Hearing what he said, he hurried in and sat down on the chair opposite to Gu Miao, whispering: "I'm telling you. Did you prepare for the press conference? This is your first appearance as a CTO. You must be solemn."

He said Hu Tianhai, and after he finished speaking, he felt a little thirsty, and asked, "Is there anyone to drink?"

Gu Miao pressed the phone and said to the secretary outside: "Bring in some drinks."

Jiang Xing was completely shocked by his behavior, and stiffly asked: "Are you insane today? It's so good to me."

Gu Miao pursed her lips and touched her nose embarrassedly, "I beg you for something."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Xing suddenly became interested.

Gu Miao coughed, "I, there is an important thing in a few days, I lack a piece of clothing."

"What's the matter with me? It's just this mess, okay, it's on my body, I've already said it, your scrupulous shirt should be changed."

After Jiang Xing finished speaking, he suddenly reacted to something and said, "Eh, but what is the important thing."

There was a smirk at the corner of his lips, and he said half-jokingly and half jokingly: "Are you going to pick up a girlfriend?"

The floor of this office is high, and the dazzling winter sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Xing looked at the stern and rigid Gu Miao on weekdays, lowering her head, her eyelashes trembled in embarrassment.

He froze, just thinking that he was going blind.

After a while, he said in disbelief, "Fuck, it won't be true, when will you have a girlfriend?"

Gu Miao squeezed the pen in her hand, and met Jiang Xing's surprised eyes with a smug smile on her always stern face.

"always have."

On this day, the single dog Jiang who accompanied Gu Miao to choose clothes said that his world had collapsed.

In mid-January, the severe winter has come.

Gu Miao woke up before it was dark, and almost immediately opened his eyes, the mist in his eyes disappeared.

This day has finally arrived.

He put on the clothes he had selected a week in advance, drove himself to the airport.

The airport was cold and deserted at five in the morning, and the howling wind came in with the opening and closing automatic doors.

Three hours before the plane landed, Gu Miao was sitting in the McDonald's next to the airport.

In the cold winter, the coffee in his hand gradually became cold, but he lowered his eyes, and his dark eyes burst with light, as if a fire was burning.

As time passed by, passers-by couldn't help but glance at this man wearing a neat suit and sitting in a McDonald's.

He combed his hair neatly to the back of his head, revealing a smooth and full forehead, sitting on a small seat with his legs slightly bent, and he can see the perfect body proportions.

At eight o'clock, facing the bright morning light, he stood up and solemnly straightened his suit, his dark eyes still shining in the bright day.

The crowd followed, and he stood upright in the waiting area, looking forward.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant.

Gu Miao heard her own heartbeat, beating slowly and regularly.

Until he was in the crowd and saw the shining girl at a glance.

She was wearing a loose off-white sweater, her delicate cheeks gleaming in the airport lights.

Gu Miao heard her heart stagnate for a moment, and the emotion she missed next was like scorching lava pouring out of the ground, rushing wildly around.

The girl raised her head, looked across the crowd, and met him.

She smiled and opened her arms, like a small cannonball wrapped in honey, crashing into Gu Miao's hot arms.

The honey melts along with the temperature and flows into the cold, lonely heart.

He held the girl in his arms, and for a moment, his eyes were red.

"Back." He kissed her hair and murmured.

The girl raised her head, her eyes filled with glory.

"Hmm." She kissed his lips on tiptoe, and said vaguely, "Never go again."

The airport crowds in the early morning, and the travellers returning home, with kind hearts, witnessed this pair of embracing young people.

"Have you had breakfast?" Gu Miao asked without squinting while holding the steering wheel.

Cheng Chu said: "Not yet."

The heating in the car was blowing slowly, and the temperature was very suitable, and it didn't make people feel dry.

A paper bag was stuffed in her hand.

Gu Miao said, "I just bought it, so you can pad your stomach first, and I'll cook it for you at noon."

Cheng Chu opened the paper bag and found potato cakes and porridge. She lowered her head vaguely to eat, and asked, "Shall we go to your new home?"

Gu Miao's hands holding the steering wheel tightly, "Yes."

I don't know if she will like it.

Cheng Chu tore open the bag of potato cakes, and a scent filled the car.

The holly trees on the roadside were lush and lush, and she looked at the streetscape of the fast-going trees, but her heart beat faster and faster.

this road......

Gu Miao's car drove very steadily, with almost no bumps, but her hands still trembled uncontrollably, and half of the potato cake fell on the clean beige sweater with a small piece of oil stains.

"Wipe it first." Gu Miao handed over the tissue, in a concerned tone, "Why don't you feel a little lost? Didn't you sleep well?"

"It's okay." Cheng Chu smiled perfunctorily.

The black Mercedes-Benz business car speeded all the way through the bustling streets, gradually quieting around.

The winter wind was blowing gently, and he stopped the car.

Cheng Chu got out of the car and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar villa in front of him, with complicated emotions in his heart.

This is the villa where they lived together in the previous life.

Gu Miao led her in expectantly.

The living room is very large, and sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting clear shadows on the smooth marble.

In the corner, is an antique wooden piano.

For some reason, Gu Miao felt that the girl's hands were a little cold.

He quickly ordered the nanny to turn the heating higher.

"I'll take you upstairs to see." His calm voice was a bit of anticipation.

Stepping on the wooden floor, there was a muffled noise.

Everything is like a previous life.

The man's warm body temperature slowly spread to her through the skin he was getting along with.

Cheng Chu felt his cold body, and gradually recovered his warmth.

The corridor was a bit long, and Gu Miao pushed open the closed door, "This is the room for you."

Those painful memories that were long gone seemed to be back in my mind for an instant.

"Then what about you, where do you sleep?" She stood in front of the door without moving, as if she was not curious about everything, she just looked at Gu Miao and asked.

The man was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, pointing to the one at the end of the corridor.

"There," he said.

Cheng Chu pursed his lips and said, "I don't want to sleep in this room."

"Then you look at other rooms, you can live in whatever you like."

Cheng Chu interrupted him, "I want to sleep in a room with you."

The man seemed to be pinched by his throat, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"Follow, sleep with me, one, one room?" He stuttered, his voice getting harder.

The girl lifted her eyes, her peachy eyes that were clear and lingling filled with light, "Brother Miao, I'm afraid."

His heart stopped for a moment, tremblingly stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, then lowered his throat, softly comforted, "What are you afraid of, I am here, don't be afraid."

He saw that the girl was really scared, not just a joke to him as usual.

The corridor was very quiet. Gu Miao hugged the girl into his arms. He closed his eyes and his voice was restrained dumb, "If you are really scared, just stay with me."

Not a big deal, a big deal, he just endured it.

His solid and powerful arms encircled her, and those hidden cold memories, like frost meeting the sun, diminished slightly at this moment.

Cheng Chu stretched out his hand and hugged him back, feeling the hot body temperature, and his uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Don't be afraid, she said to herself, everything is different in this life.

Cheng Chu came back early, and her family still didn't know about her return, but friends already knew.

At noon, Lu Qiuqiu and Ji Mingyue sent a message and asked her to go to the concert tomorrow night.

Gu Miao was cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard the news, her hand holding the spatula paused.

She had just arrived a few hours before making an appointment.

The man lowered his eyes, his slightly solemn face revealing an obvious low.

Cheng Chu wrapped his waist amusedly, "Or you go too."

The corners of his lips were hooked happily, and immediately responded "OK."

"Don't you have to look at any arrangements, is the CTO schedule so loose?"

Gu Miao smiled and responded, "No."

Regarding your business, no need.

Cheng Chu smiled and rubbed his back, "I feel like you are a bit overbearing president now."

Gu Miao pursed her lips and asked unnaturally, "You, what do you think?"

"what?"

He paused, his ears filled with a faint pink, and his voice lowered: "Just, that's me now."

The girl's Qing Lingling's voice swayed in the warm air, it was clearly cold like running water, but it seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of sugar.

"I like all of them."

Gu Miao only felt that her heart was held by one hand, and her breathing stopped.

But the girl didn't seem to notice his abnormal heartbeat, and continued: "Whether it is Miao, who was shy in the past, or Miao, the overbearing president, I like it."

He was slicing potato chips, his hands trembling, almost cutting to fingertips.

The girl didn't notice, she chuckled low, her clear voice was cheerful, "But I think Brother Miao is still that brother, and her ears are always red and shy."

"Well, how can it be?" Gu Miao sensed the abnormal temperature in his ears, but still insisted on sophistry.

"If I don't admit it, I will kiss your ear." The girl groaned.

His trembling heart completely lost control and throbbed like crazy.

Well, it seems, not to admit it, it's pretty good.

But is this a bit shameless? He lowered his eyes, embarrassment in his dark eyes.

The girl didn't wait for him to speak, so she stood on tiptoe and kissed the base of his ear.

In the cold winter, the warm wind with sweet fragrance blew through Gu Miao's ears.

He completely lost his heartbeat and surrendered.

"Don't admit it yet?" The wind whispered in his ears quietly.

"Accept, admit."

The girl finally won, and smiled and let go of him, "Just admit it sooner."

The weather outside the window was just right, and the dining room was quiet. Gu Miao looked back at the smiling girl, a long-lost sense of satisfaction flooded heavily in his heart.

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