Chapter 181

Huo Zhi and Xiaolan transplanted some outdoor osmanthus seedlings into potted plants, and Xiaolan moved them indoors.

"Madam, these sweet scented osmanthus are so fragrant. The whole room is filled with the fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus. It's so beautiful!"

"Well, your young master, he likes osmanthus tree best!" Suddenly realized that he took the initiative to mention him, immediately silence.

"Madam, young master, in fact, he doesn't know his wife. If young master knows his wife's kindness, he will regret it!" Xiaolan finally understands that his wife is always thinking about him, but she thinks it's really unfair to him.

"Madam, master mubai is a good man. Forget about master mubai and start over with master mubai."

Mubai? Huo Zhi thought of Mu Bai's words that day: Huo Zhi, go to France with me, stay away from some people, some things, you will slowly sink down, calm down, do back to Huo Zhi who was still elegant, OK?

"Madame? Are you listening, ma'am? " Xiaolan suddenly found that his wife's expression is not right, light call, pulled back Huo Zhi's line of sight.

"Xiaolan, I want to go to the study and have a seat."

Get up and leave, pace the study.

Sitting at the tea table, her mind calmed down. Just now, she blurted out three words of Gu Junqing. Just a few words, but the words hit the sharp heart, shocked, moved, distressed, and finally turned into majestic tears.

Huo Zhi sobbed, but I don't know why, for that failed marriage? For not being my mother's daughter? For the baby?

It's hard to say that the chaos of the unknown road is winding around her, circle after circle, and the scissors are still in disorder.

There are some tea stains and broken foam in the tea. She never lets Xiaolan do these things. Xiaolan has a rough heart. She can't learn how to wash, cook and cook tea, and she doesn't know how to wash the tea table. All these are made by herself.

When she is upset, cooking tea is her favorite thing to do. As usual, she changes into a blue gown, inserts a bamboo hairpin, turns her hair into a bun, fires, puts on the pot, washes the tea and cooks the tea. The process starts one by one.

Busy for a long time for a long time, with the dense fragrance of tea scattered, heart also followed calm.

A cup of tea in the hand can relieve the sadness. For the time being, I forget the ups and downs in my heart. My heart is calm and indifferent.

She sat down with her back to the door and looked up at the picture on the wall. The slim girl, wearing a hat, bent down to pick up the flowers on the ground. This picture is her self portrait. That year's things were like the grass flying in the sky. That year was her happiest day. It was the beautiful day when she first met Gu Junqing. Secret love grew up.

It's true that secret love gives people a strength. She spends her youth in secret love. She can walk alone without holding hands. She can miss each other even when she doesn't see each other.

Today, she loves Gu Junqing for many years, but he never looks back at him.

There are footsteps coming behind, in addition to Xiaolan, who will miss her!

"Xiaolan, I want to have a rest. If I want to be alone, go and have a rest, too!"

Behind a contrary to the usual, for a long time can not hear the echo of Xiaolan, may be left it!

He lowered his head, looked at his stomach and stroked it repeatedly. It was her baby, the baby with his blood flowing, and also the most intimate little person in the world after that. When he thought of it, his eyebrows would send out intoxicated smile and charming maternal light.

Suddenly, caught off guard, a pair of men's black shoes appeared in the line of sight. They were very high-grade and exquisite. Only Gu Junqing could wear such shoes.

She raised her head and looked at him coldly. In a daze, her hand touching her stomach was fixed in place, as if stuck, unable to move.

His aura is very strong, strong to meet each time, although she is cautious, but flustered, today is still the case, no promise, no progress.

He didn't speak, she didn't dare.

What he is good at is silence. What she is good at is keeping him silent and not disturbing him.

So from the moment he sat down, she bowed her head again and said nothing.

Xu is in order to cover up the inner confusion, Huo Zhi holding the large tea cup, one by one to taste the tea, as if in front of him this person does not exist.

Gu Junqing was slightly angry. He didn't know what she was thinking. What he hated most was her face, which was neither cold nor hot, and could not be calm any more. There was no waves. He couldn't see what she was thinking.

In fact, at this moment, she didn't know what she thought of him in her heart, and she didn't want to think about it. He sat opposite her, but her heart was empty, cold and sour. Then, he was empty in front of her

Slowly, he finished the big cup of tea, but he didn't speak. But she couldn't wait, so she stood up and wanted to go.

"Where to?" He finally asked.

"Restroom!" She answered in a short, clear, unemotional way. Drink so much water, of course, to the bathroom!

"Wait!" He said.

She stops, wait, just don't look back, she is afraid of a look back, will want to language tears first flow, these days she always want to cry, very fragile."Why don't you tell me when you have a baby?" He asked.

Huo Zhi slightly pondered, "you won't like it. You won't like the baby born by a woman who makes you nauseous. It's useless to say more." With that, she did not stop and walked away.

Gu Junqing sat at the tea table by himself, straight.

After waiting for a long time, Huo Zhi didn't come back. He touched the wall of the teapot and it was cold.

I took a small cup, poured out a cup of residual tea and tasted it slowly. Finally, I frowned slightly and put the tea down.

He had never looked at her study carefully. Today, when he saw it, he was surprised to find that there was a strong smell of books. She must have come here often, not to put on airs. There were so many books on the shelves. Gu Junqing began to doubt whether she could read them?

I picked out a Book of Nalan Ci, but found that it was the trace of reading many times. I continued to look for it. No book really felt like I had read it. It was really not a show.

I suddenly remembered that the Dragon Boat Festival had let him see the information about Huo Zhi. She was a top student in Qingcheng University. She was a recommended graduate student with excellent academic performance. He once worked as a visiting professor in Qingcheng University. She happened to be in the Department of finance. Why don't you remember her?

Shaking his head, he continued to look through the bookshelves and found out the rules. The bookshelves are divided into financial knowledge, art knowledge, music knowledge, foreign language knowledge, literature knowledge and novels.

It seems that she is a woman who likes reading. To tell you the truth, there are fewer and fewer women reading now. Most people are holding a mobile phone or facing a computer. They sit all day, all night, chatting and playing games. In the virtual world of the Internet, they run happily. Few people can sit down and read quietly. It seems that, as the Dragon Boat Festival says, they are right She knows too little.

As soon as he closed the bookcase, he hit something with his elbow and fell a pile of books, which almost hit him on the head.

With a frown, he squatted down to pick up the books, guzheng Guoji, the techniques of abstract painting and the charm of small Arabic languages. He picked them up one by one and put them away. A thick and colorful Song Ci was scattered. He picked it up and opened the title page. He was stunned:

at the end of the title page, there was a neat line of small words: Gu Junqing, Huozhi.

Why does this book have its own name? I'm quite confused. When I open the book on one side, the title page is full of words: Gu Junqing, Huo Zhi.

With a frown, he opened the bookshelf and picked up a layer. He was surprised to find that each book was his own name, standing side by side with Huo Zhi's name, just like a marriage certificate.

Who gave her the courage to use her own name?

Looking up at the whole bookshelf, Gu Junqing noticed that on the top of the bookshelf, there was a thick pile of paper, so he didn't write his name at work, did he?

Unable to bear curiosity, he stepped on the stool and took advantage of his long arm to pull down a pile of paintings and open them. It's just that the paintings are different from ordinary ones. The contents of the paintings are the same. He only drew one person: himself.

In this way, she has been painting herself for a long time, because she is different from herself in different times, different stages, and different appearances. Just when she saw her devotion, the door opened.

Four eyes are opposite, two people all Leng, half a day Zheng is bleary ground can't say a word.

Huo Zhi is completely scared, but Gu Junqing is shocked.