Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

The night in the sea market is deep and silent.

Gu Miao lay on her back on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her frowning eyebrows revealed a feeling of intoxication.

Outside the window was a cold and lonely night. This was the second night he had dreamed of a girl in a row.

The hazy and beautiful dream is like a fluttering cloud, and he is lying in it, blood spurting almost comfortably.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning entered the room. Gu Miao opened her eyes, feeling the wetness under her body, and closed her eyes almost disgustingly.

The kiss that was touching that night seemed to be carved into his soul.

He almost forgot how he got home that day. He only remembered that in his dream that night, he did something even more extreme.

The water in the sink was rustling, and his hands had lost consciousness because of the hard scrubbing.

Looking at the sheet in his hand, a sense of self-loathing shame quietly filled my heart.

Blue veins floated on the back of his cold white hand, trembling slightly, he just wanted to slap himself severely.

Every action and every breath in the dream seemed to be a blasphemy against the girl.

He hated such uncontrollable dreams, and hated the indulgent and shameless self in the dream.

The bathroom door was severely smashed twice, "Okay, have you stayed inside for so long, don't others need to go up?"

"Okay, okay." Gu Miao tidied up a few times, and hurried out.

On the second day of the New Year's holiday, Cheng Chu slept until noon.

The maids at home are all on vacation, and parents and brothers are also busy. They have been away from home for several days. Cheng Chu flushed a glass of honey water, turned on his mobile phone, and prepared to order takeaway.

She is a bit difficult to choose, and after a long time, she still can't make a decision.

Sitting on the small balcony on the second floor, bathing in the afternoon sun, Cheng Chu stretched out comfortably.

"Bow." A dog barked quickly.

Cheng Chu lowered his eyes and saw that in the garden on the first floor next door, three puppies were vying for something, chasing each other, biting, and making a mess.

Within a few seconds, Lin Qifeng rushed in in his pajamas, grabbed the necks of two of the puppies abruptly, and shouted, "Be quiet, whatever the noise is."

The two puppies were strangled by the back of Destiny's neck and fluttered on all fours, while the puppies on the ground stuck out their front feet and kept pulling on his trousers, groaning in their mouths, very wronged.

Fortunately, it was quiet.

Cheng Chu poked his head out and shouted at him: "Did your little lake give birth? How come there are so many more animals?"

Lin Qifeng raised his head, the noon sun was dazzling, he squinted slightly, and said loudly: "Yes, I have three little bunnies, and I can't wait to demolish the house every day."

The two little yellow golden retrievers were still fluttering. Cheng Chu said, "Is the golden retriever so lively?"

"Who knows, it may have changed." Lin Qifeng gently put down the two golden retrievers. Xu learned a lesson. The three little golden retrievers are no longer noisy, and run away as quiet as a chicken.

The three puppies are still small, not knee-high, running with little short legs, very cute.

I don’t know what flowers were planted in the garden of Lin Qifeng’s house, and the fragrance was fragrant. Cheng Chu looked at his bird’s nest-like hair and said, "You just got up?"

He scratched his head, sleepy eyes, "How do you know? Sleeping soundly, awakened by these three puppies."

Cheng Chuyang raised the phone in his hand, "Would you like to order takeaway, to order."

Half an hour later, the two were sitting in the small garden of Cheng Chu's house and eating a small spicy hot pot.

Lin Qifeng's mouth was greasy and his mouth was so hot and swollen. He caught a chopsticks and his belly, as if thinking of something, his hands were suddenly stagnant.

"Um, I'm sorry." He clamped the hairy belly into the bowl, and his tone was low.

"What?" Cheng Chu was still chewing beef, and his words were vague.

Lin Qifeng scratched his head, "It's Song Xinyu's thing, I'm really sorry, I guess she is causing you trouble like this because of me."

"Oh, it's okay, it's not all because of you, we both had a holiday." Cheng Chu didn't care.

"It seems that there is another boy in your class who is getting tired. Next time I look for a chance, I will apologize to him, but what's your situation with him? He actually fought for you." He joked.

The strong scent of the hot pot overwhelmed the fragrance of the flowers in the garden. Cheng Chu looked at the rising bubbling pot and couldn't help but remember the unexpected kiss that day.

In the midwinter night, his lips were hot like fire, printed on her cool cheeks, causing her heart to beat wildly.

She looked at the young man's panicked face, tried to hide her panic, clenched her fists and trembled slightly, almost finally stabilizing her mind.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, her face flushed involuntarily.

"What's the situation, don't you two really have anything?" Lin Qifeng looked at Cheng Chu's flushed cheeks and exaggerated.

"No, don't ask." Cheng Chu lowered his head, his face almost buried in the pot.

It's just a kiss on the cheek, why do you panic? At the wedding in the previous life, they even received kisses.

Although, it was forced...

"Okay, don't ask." Lin Qifeng drank a coke, lay on his back in the seat, and sighed while looking at the three mad dogs in the garden.

"If you have a situation, you must tell me." He rubbed his temples and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you want a dog?"

The New Year's Day holiday passed very quickly and passed in a blink of an eye.

The students seem to have not recovered from the aftermath of the holiday, either lying on their seats to make up for their sleep, or copying homework with their heads buried.

In the early morning the classroom was sunny, and when Cheng Chu came in with his schoolbag on his back, the classroom was already full of people.

"Good morning Chu Chu." Rosici peeked her head from the job pile.

Cheng Chu smiled, "Good morning, Cici."

She turned her head back and said to the young man with her head down, "Gu Miao, good morning."

The morning wind blew a corner of the curtain, and the young man's hand holding the pen stiffened, his ears were already red.

He didn't even dare to look up, his voice trembling, "Morning, good morning."

The girl put down her schoolbag and sat down slowly, the light scent of her body still smelled of coldness in midwinter.

Gu Miao's heart shrank, her face buried lower.

He thought of that lovely kiss, of the tossing and turning of several nights.

He did not dare to look up at her, for fear that he would not pay attention.

The classroom was noisy, and he heard the girl move the chair, and slowly approached.

The air around him seemed to become thinner, and Gu Miao clenched his hands, only feeling that his whole heart trembled.

What is she going to say?

There were some shy hopes in Gu Miao's dark and heavy eyes, which were bright, like a mouse that had eaten rice grains.

He felt the fragrance floating in the air getting closer, so close that it almost stuck to his uneasy heart.

Maybe only a few seconds later, or maybe a few minutes later, when he felt that he was almost nervously unable to breathe, he heard the girl Qing Lingling's voice saying--

"Gu Miao, can you lend me a look at your chemistry homework?"

The wind in the classroom was so cold that Gu Miao's clenched hands suddenly let go. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and silently pulled out the chemical paper from the drawer of the desk.

"Thanks."

The girl lowered her head, with a few strands of shredded hair adorning her small white porcelain face, watching intently at the chemical work in her hand.

Gu Miao felt like her heart had collapsed, and those shaky hopes gradually disappeared with the small hole in her heart.

He closed his eyes mockingly, his heart bitter.

Why can't I help thinking about what I should not expect?

The classroom was hustle and bustle, and the winter wind blew against the window, and it seemed to hit his heart again and again.

He remembered that night, the girl covered her face and looked up at him, with surprise in her eyes.

There seemed to be a soft touch that shattered his heart on his lips, his body was stiff, and all the words choked in his throat.

For a long time, the girl looked at him who was at a loss, smiled nonchalantly, and said: "Oh, it's okay, it's an accident, let's go quickly."

She downplayed it, as if it were an ordinary thing, like a cool breeze in winter or yellow leaves falling in autumn.

But she didn't know what that meant to herself.

Gu Miao pursed her dry lips, lowered her head unconsciously, looking at the English book lying flat on the table, without saying a word.

"After reading, thank you." Yingbai's slender knuckles held the test paper and handed it to him.

Gu Miao's black eyes were closed, shoulders dropped, and the paper was silently picked up.

"What's the matter with you, unhappy?" Cheng Chu asked, holding his head.

Gu Miao shook her head.

Someone opened the window a little, and the cold wind blew in slightly with the fresh smell of dust.

Cheng Chu smiled, put his head on his arm, lay on the table, and looked up at him.

The girl’s eyes were clear and lingering, like the sweet mountain spring water in summer, shiningly reflecting his shadow.

"Don't be unhappy." Her long, butterfly-wing eyelashes trembled slightly in a delicate tone.

Gu Miao lowered her gaze and looked at her, only feeling that there was a piece of candy in her mouth, so sweet that his heart melted.

To like her is one's own business, all the sweetness and bitterness can only be hidden in my heart.

He didn't expect to have any response, so what kind of anger is he now? Gu Miao thought a little self-deprecating.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled forcefully, "No, not happy."

Cheng Chu looked at him, only to think that a strong smile was worse than crying. She pursed her lips, turned around and took out a plastic box from her schoolbag, and handed it over, "Here you are."

The plastic box seemed to be overflowing with cold, and Gu Miao's fingertips trembled, and she lowered her eyes to see a few mango pancakes neatly packed in the box.

"I made this, how do you taste it?"

She did? Gu Miao looked at the plastic box in her hand, crackling in her heart as if countless fireworks exploded.

There was a burst of footsteps in the corridor, and Cheng Chu raised his face and smiled, "You should like to eat mangoes?"

She remembers that in her previous life, the fruit that the nanny in the family bought most often was mango.

Gu Miao raised her eyes in disbelief, and asked in a low voice, "You, what do you know?"

A few rays of sunlight in the morning reflected on the girl's little white face, she propped her head with one hand, and Crescent Smile's eyes were shining, with a bit of sly: "I just know."

"Oh, eat it quickly. I made it for the first time. I don't know how it tastes like?"

She took out a delicate small box from her schoolbag, took out the fork from it, and handed it to him.

"Try it quickly." The girl raised her face, hope flashed in her tender peach eyes.

She always seemed to be able to control his mood so easily, and a few words made him live and die again.

The delicate fork was shining in the sun, and Gu Miao lowered his head and took it obediently.

The taste of mango pancake is very good. The sweet mango flesh neutralizes some sweet cream.

This is not a difficult dessert, and Cheng Chu uses the most expensive ingredients.

But Gu Miao felt that this was better than any delicacy, and better than anything he had ever eaten.

The sweet smell seemed to flow down the throat into his stomach, and gradually penetrated into his heart. Those who are suffering from gains and losses, helplessness and loss just now are like winter snow shining in the warm sun.

The book on the table was blew by the wind and made a few soft noises. Zhou Ran suddenly looked out and said with a smile, "What are you eating?"

Cheng Chu looked at his grinning face, a little helpless, "Mango pancake, do you want to eat it?"

"Chuchu, I want to eat too." Rosici followed.

Gu Miao's hands were tight, and her dark eyes stared at the two of them calmly.

But the two of them seemed to completely ignored his eyes, took the box from his hand, and ate the remaining mango pancakes together.

He pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Chu, his grievances seemed to overflow from his black eyes.

"Next time I will make it alone for you." Cheng Chu whispered while pressing his voice.

The sweet scent of cream was in the air, and Gu Miao's ears were red, and the dark eyes flashed with contentment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend.

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