The Sweetest Marriage: Gu Shaospreads Sugar Addiction

Gu Xiuye ​​had a panoramic view of Mo Jingchen's actions, and felt a sense of strangeness.

He didn't like Mo Jingchen following behind Mu Qingge.

He also didn't like the way Mu Qingge smiled at Mo Jingchen with his eyebrows bent.

Lu Wenwen had been standing beside him the entire time, so she could naturally feel that Gu Xiuye's eyes had hardly left Mu Qingge's body.

She didn't understand why Gu Xiuye ​​paid so much attention to Mu Qingge even though she had already forgotten about her!

"Xiu Ye, the crown of Louis XIV over there is very beautiful, shall we go and have a look?"

She grabbed Gu Xiuye's wrist, trying to drag him to another European medieval exhibition hall.

Gu Xiuye ​​frowned, a little unaccustomed to Lu Wenwen being so close to him.

But he thought again, Lu Wenwen is his fiancee after all, if she refute her face in front of so many people, it will not be good.

Then Lv Wenwen dragged him to another exhibition hall.

Mu Qingge's peripheral vision was always on Gu Xiuye's body, and he raised his eyes the first time Lu Wenwen pulled him away.

The back view of the two leaving side by side hurt Mu Qingge's eyes.

Mu Qingge only felt that her chest was congested, almost making her unable to breathe.

She didn't want others to see her embarrassing side, resisting the soreness in her eyes, and pushed open the balcony door.

Standing on the railing of the terrace, the lights of Wanjia have been lit up, dotting the night sky of the city like stars one by one.

Mu Qingge sniffed, tears rolled in his eyes, and he was almost out of breath.

A tear flowed down the cheek, fell on the railing, and soon dried up and disappeared.

In the past, Gu Xiuye ​​would never let Lu Wenwen approach him, let alone let her hold his wrist.

Although he knew in his heart that it was because Gu Xiuye ​​didn't remember her, Mu Qingge still felt extremely uncomfortable.

Her face was pale, she bit her lower lip tightly, her hands were tightly clutching the neckline, her knuckles were white.

All the internal organs were churning and stirring because of the pain in the heart, and the tears fell uncontrollably.

With a "click", the patio door was opened.

Mu Qingge immediately turned her face away, pursing her lips tightly, not wanting others to see her embarrassing face.

Pretending to inadvertently raise his hand, he wiped away the tears on his face.

"Do you want to wipe it?"

A familiar voice came from behind, Mu Qingge turned his head in surprise, his tear-filled eyes met Gu Xiuye's.

Gu Xiuye ​​held a handkerchief in his hand.

A flash of panic flashed in Mu Qingge's eyes, and he wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately: "No need, it's just that the wind is too strong, and the sand blinds my eyes."

Her voice was like a sour stone, and it was very difficult to pronounce words.

Gu Xiuye ​​looked at the peaceful leaves without making any noise, and did not expose her.

"Wipe it off." Gu Xiuye ​​stuffed the handkerchief into her hand.

Mu Qingge's heart ached from being stabbed, and he was almost suffocated with grief. He stiffly took the handkerchief from his hand and wiped away the tears.

"Thank you, may I clean it for you?"

When she said this, her heart was very uncomfortable.

She never thought that she would become so unfamiliar with Gu Xiuye.

"No need." Gu Xiuye ​​took a step forward and stood side by side with her on the terrace, looking into the distance with his deep eyes, "Should I know you?"

Mu Qingge lowered his head, and tears fell down like a flood that opened the gate.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, making her speechless due to the soreness.

"Maybe I've seen it..."

Her voice was soft, suppressing sadness.

Mu Qingge's heart ached from the pain, and she relied on the strength of her elbows to keep her from falling down in front of Gu Xiuye.

She couldn't stay by Gu Xiuye's side any longer, and she was afraid that she would lose control for a while, so she would tell him all the memories he had lost.

"Mr. Gu, I'm leaving first."

Just as Mu Qingge turned around, Gu Xiuye ​​grabbed his wrist.

"Why are you crying?"

"Mr. Gu, what are you doing here if you aren't with your fiancée?"

Just when Mu Qingge was about to be unbearable, Mo Jingchen's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Gu Xiuye ​​looked up at Mo Jingchen, his eyes turned cold.

"President Mo, why are you here?"

There was some hostility in his tone that he didn't even notice.

"I saw that it's very lively here, so I came over to have a look." Mo Jingchen raised his chin without giving in, "I didn't expect to see Mr. Gu pestering others."

Only then did Gu Xiuye ​​let go of Mu Qingge's hand, and the tip of his tongue touched the back molars.

"President Mo's is quite wide."

Hearing the hostility in Gu Xiuye's words, Mo Jingchen took a step forward, separating Mu Qingge and him.

"After all, it's my ex-wife. I'm afraid she will be bullied, so naturally I have to take care of her."

The smell of gunpowder between the two was getting stronger and stronger.

Mu Qingge lowered her head, she wanted to stop Mo Jingchen, but she was afraid that Gu Xiuye ​​would see something.

So he could only keep silent and not participate in the affairs between the two of them.

Gu Xiuye ​​asked through Mo Jingchen, "Is he really your ex-husband?"

Mu Qingge gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

Mo Jingchen made a mocking smile, and looked at Gu Xiuye ​​mockingly: "Mr. Gu, when I came here, I saw your fiancée looking for you, don't you need to go over?"

Gu Xiuye ​​originally wanted to ask Mu Qingge about her existence in the part of his lost memory.

But Mo Jingchen looked at him like a thief, and didn't intend to leave Mu Qingge's presence.

He could only grind his back molars, cast a cold glance at Mo Jingchen, and strode away.

After Gu Xiuye ​​left, Mu Qingge breathed heavily, grabbing the clothes on his chest, like a drowning man who managed to get ashore.

Mo Jingchen took a step forward, trying to support Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge felt his movement, and took a step back with force to prevent Mo Jingchen from approaching her.

"President Mo, I don't seem to have any relationship with you anymore."

Mo Jingchen flashed a trace of injury quickly, but he couldn't show it, the hands that wanted to support her stopped in the air for a while, and then slowly put them away.

"I didn't mean anything else, I just saw that you didn't seem to want to talk to Gu Xiuye, so I came here."

When he was telling a lie, his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.

Mu Qingge calmed down, and smiled sarcastically: "When did you know that Gu Xiuye ​​lost his memory?"

Mo Jingchen was startled, then laughed: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

"If you didn't know that Gu Xiuye ​​had lost his memory, would you dare to come in and choke with him?"

Mu Qingge's eyes were full of sarcasm.

Mo Jingchen was also particularly indifferent, shrugged his shoulders, and handed over the jewelry box that he had been pinching for a long time.

　"This is for you."

"No need." Mu Qingge refused without even looking at it.