Tough CEO Loves Potently

The car stopped at the door of the villa. Qin Ziyu got out of the car with a man in his arms and went directly into the bedroom. He carefully put Gu Zheng on the bed and straightened her messy hair. "We're home. It's OK."

Gu Zheng grabs his finger suddenly, and her eyes are gradually focused. She looks at Qin Ziyu in a dazed way, and tears come out drop by drop.

"It's me! I killed my father. It's all me... " She was shaking all over and talking intermittently.

Qin Ziyu reached out to hold the man up and let her lie on his chest.

"Cry, just cry out." Qin Ziyu gently stroked Gu Zheng's back. He was not good at cajoling people. He just instinctively thought that this might make her feel more comfortable. "Gu Zheng, you cry."

This sentence seems to open the valve of Gu Zheng's emotion. She cried out with a cry and held Qin Ziyu's shirt on her arm with her fingers: "I'm not good. It's all me. I killed my father!"

I killed Dad!

This evening, Gu Zheng repeatedly said this sentence. Qin Ziyu had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask. He just let her rely on it quietly.

"Guzheng, it's all gone."

I don't know how long after that, Gu Zheng's cry gradually decreased, from sobbing to sobbing, and finally gradually quieted down, but his fingers still clung to Qin Ziyu's arm and refused to let go.

"Xiaozheng." Qin Ziyu whispered. She didn't hear the response for a long time. She lowered her head to find that she had gone to sleep. Her eyes and nose were red. She looked very pitiful.

Perhaps the backlog of emotions in the heart is too long, so a vent will be deep sleep in the past.

Qin Ziyu carefully put the person on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her, and sat down with a tight frown, looking at her obviously haggard face.

He looked at her quietly and wiped the wet tears off her face with his fingers. His eyes were heavy.

He had an idea in his heart that he would circle her in his sight and never let her be so sad as today.

Gu Zheng sleeps very deeply. She keeps dreaming that she is walking barefoot in the ice and snow. The heavy snow is pressing down with despairing massiness.

She has been walking, has been walking, but how can not walk out of this cold despair.

She fell in the snow, desperate to think, this time must be frozen to death.

This is just a cold dream, but she can't help it.

"Xiaozheng."

At the same time, holding her warm voice in his face, like a warm spring.

"I've been there all the time."

She recognized that this was Qin Ziyu's voice. In peacetime, it was indifferent and totally different. It was warm and people wanted to rely on it.

Gu Zheng looked up at his near face, stretched out his fingers to describe the outline of his facial features, and murmured: "Qin Ziyu, is that you?"

How can he have such gentle eyebrows? Such a pity look?

Qin Ziyu caught the little hand on his face and said, "otherwise, who do you think it is?"

Gu Zheng suddenly wakes up with a voice full of anger. Her chaotic vision gradually becomes clear. She looks at Qin Ziyu and murmurs, "I have a dream."

"Dream of me?" Qin Ziyu was suddenly in a good mood. He bent his mouth and looked at Gu Zheng's red face. Knowing that he had guessed right, he said happily, "Sister Zhang has made porridge for you. Get up and have some."

Gu Zheng sat up on the pillow, looked at the hot eight treasures porridge on the bedside table, and shook his head: "not hungry."

She felt that her heart was full and her stomach was full. She couldn't eat anything at the moment.

"You have to eat." Qin Ziyu put a spoon in front of Gu Zheng and said, "open your mouth."

If at ordinary times, Gu Zheng will be obedient, but now just cried, suddenly came to the bottom, stubborn will not head to one side: "you eat."

"Are you sure I eat it?" Qin Ziyu playfully stirred up the corner of his mouth, looked at Gu Zheng, his eyes flashed a touch of essence.