On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, the commander-in-chief came back with Mrs. Si and the children.

The commander-in-chief said to Gu Qingzhou and Si Mu: "Don't run away from both places, just live here during the New Year."

Gu Qingzhou's face was smiling.

Si Fangfei glanced at her.

Simu said: "Okay."

Gu Qingzhou didn't look at him, just said to Si Xingpei: "Then Amu lives here, I'll go back to the new house. Dad, I accept the bed."

The commander-in-chief's tolerance towards Gu Qingzhou was almost to the point of doting, and he immediately said: "New Year's Day is a lot of work, so sleep well. Since you recognize the bed, don't move it."

Si Fangfei lowered her eyes and remained calm.

Mrs. Si tutted: "How much can you recognize the bed..."

"Children have their own habits!" The commander-in-chief immediately said.

It didn't come to an end.

Although Simu agreed, Gu Qingzhou couldn't live, so naturally he wouldn't either.

The two went back in the same car, Gu Qingzhou sat alone with arms folded, and the whole person fell into darkness.

Si Mu sat beside her and could smell the fragrance in her hair, and he was ups and downs in his heart, but he couldn't calm down at all.

"...I know you can't speak." Simu said suddenly.

Gu Qingzhou returned to God.

She knew what Simu wanted to say.

She and Si Xingpei have not yet been able to tell the commander-in-chief.

Gu Qingzhou yearns for family affection. The Si family has given her family affection, except for the old lady who is the commander-in-chief, and she takes care of the feelings of the commander-in-chief.

Therefore, she could not speak.

"You think too much. We plan to talk about it after the new year." Gu Qingzhou said lightly, "Si Mu, he and I are already engaged."

Simu said nothing.

When the car arrived at the new house, it started to rain. The cold rain in winter, the qiu branches everywhere rustled, and the coldness penetrated into the bottom of the sleeves.

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

Simu stepped forward suddenly and took the umbrella.

He and Gu Qingzhou stood under the umbrella curtain on the same side. The orange lights of the street lamps at the entrance could not see through the tightness of the tarpaulin umbrella, and it was dark under the umbrella.

They stand side by side.

Simu and Gu Qingzhou are very close, and when they enter, they can smell her breath - a little warm rose fragrance.

Gu Qingzhou didn't flinch.

"Gu Qingzhou, you used to be my fiancee!" Simu said word by word.

Gu Qingzhou's face darkened slightly: "Then what?"

"Then you fell in love with Si Xingpei. You were at fault first." Si Mu said.

Gu Qingzhou pursed his lips.

She did think so.

But slowly, she got used to the guilt, and she didn't make fun of herself like this anymore.

It was her mother who had agreed with the Si family.

New school newspapers often criticize one thing: arranged marriages.

Gu Qingzhou and Simu had an arranged marriage. Those who have studied the new school of free thought say it is a bad habit.

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

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

If Simu is a bitter master and insists on grabbing someone who hurts him, then it should be counted on his parents, Gu Qingzhou's mother, and the past era.

Simu, who has been in Germany for five years, should be more fashionable than Gu Qingzhou, and know more about freedom and democracy.

He was pretending to be confused.

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

Her eyes got used to the darkness. In Gu Qingzhou's sight, the outline of Simu's cheeks was clear, but she just couldn't see his expression.

"You don't admit it." Simu said coldly, "Even if you don't admit it, you are wrong."

After a pause, he said, "I used to be wrong."

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

You can be his fiancée, and of course mine. Gu Qingzhou, I adore you, I want to get you! "

After all, he hurried Gu Qingzhou tightly.

The umbrella was thrown aside.

The rain fell on Gu Qingzhou's face, which was cold and damp, just like Gu Qingzhou's mood.

In the damp, there is uncontrollable anger.

"...It's really interesting." Gu Qingzhou let Simu hold her, but her voice became quiet. She said slowly, "Simu, you're really interesting now."

Simu's arm was even harder.

Gu Qingzhou said, "Do you like me as a person, or do you like my body as pure and clean?"

Si Mu said nothing, his tall body tightly wrapped Gu Qingzhou's softness.

He seemed to work harder, wanting to hold Gu Qingzhou tightly and not allow her to speak any more.

Gu Qingzhou laughed out loud: "Si Mu, are you proud of your actions?"

Simu finally said, "I pursue what I want, and I am naturally proud."

"Sure enough, you don't even have the most basic self-esteem." Gu Qingzhou said.

Simu wanted to say something, but suddenly felt someone approaching, he turned his hand back, and immediately hit an adjutant with his elbow until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

The adjutant was suddenly attacked and fell to the ground.

Simu clenched Gu Qingzhou's hand: "Do you want people to attack me?"

Gu Qingzhou frowned with anger.

She shook his hand away.

Sim didn't let go, and pulled her into his arms again with a force.

He lowered his head and stroked her cheek gently.

The cold rain was like fog, drifting in their sight, and Gu Qingzhou's blue silk was covered with a thin layer of rain, like ice dispelling gauze.

Gu Qingzhou closed his eyes slightly.

Open it again, and the cold light is absorbing.

Simu did not retreat.

When his hand brushed her cheek, he lifted her chin.

The two looked at each other.

His hotness collided with Gu Qingzhou's indifference and gloom.

The orange street lamps cast light into Gu Qingzhou's eyes, and her broken light shines brightly.

Gu Qingzhou smiled: "Si Mu, I'm disgusted with you like this."

"It's okay, you will like me in the future." Simu said.

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

Then there was a pain in the neck.

Simu's eyes darkened, and his hands were still tightly around Gu Qingzhou's waist.

Her waist was so slender that Simu could wrap it around with one hand. The fabric of the coat was soaked with water droplets, slippery and soft.

Simu felt that he was vigilant enough, how could he...

He wanted to take a look, but fell down.

Gu Qingzhou pushed his hand away and threw himself into the arms of the person behind him.

She stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck hard, and buried her slender body into his tallness.

She sighed softly.

Si Xingpei's breath was the same as before.

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

Gu Qingzhou still hugged him tightly, her voice lowered, and she said, "You are back!"

This sigh was unprecedentedly solemn and gratifying.

Si Xingpei nodded.

The two cars sped away.

The night is shrouded, and the raindrops under the street lamps are like silk threads, woven obliquely and densely, wanting to paint a magnificent brocade.

Gu Qingzhou kept holding Si Xingpei, refused to let go, and didn't even ask questions.