The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

After Gu Changling left, Yunwei breathed a sigh of relief and held onto the table.

At that moment, she didn't know what to do?

Only threats can be used.

In fact, she knew that as long as he insisted, it would be difficult for her to fight him. After all, this was too incredible, and he was indeed "Gu Changling."

Her moves were not clever at all, but luckily he gave in in the end.

It's just that this time he compromised, but what happens next?

After all, he is the male protagonist of the original work, and his experience is completely different from that of Aring. What should she do?

How should we face it?

Yunwei went back to her room in despair. She didn't eat much dinner. For the next few days, she stayed shut up and was in a negative mood.

More and more, I like to sit in the courtyard and stare at the pile of gadgets given by Aling in a daze.

Or sometimes she would draw a picture with a pen, but she would not finish it for a long time, leaving only a pool of ink stains, as if falling on her heart, forming a mark.

Rushiruhua is worried about her, so she can only bring Anruo over often, because only Anruo can make Yunwei smile and be as gentle as before.

But when Gu Changling came to see An Ruo, her smile faded.

Regarding the children, Yunwei did not prohibit Gu Changling from visiting them.

It was also selfish, because she could tell that at least he really liked An Ruo.

I hope he can, for An Ruo's sake, not force her...

When they met again, their family of three did not have the harmony and warmth they had before. Gu Changling hugged Anruo for a while and then left.

Yunwei was left alone, holding An Ruo, lying on the rocking chair, and fell asleep together.

She is now becoming more and more plain, like stagnant water.

It was as if all changes in scenery could no longer tug at her heartstrings.

Gu Changling came over, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face and the child's pink face, and sighed softly.

The sigh floats thousands of miles away in the wind...

Yunwei's negativity prompted Mengrao and a group of friends to take turns visiting and caring.

And she always smiled and said it was okay, but everyone could see that she was unhappy.

But he didn’t say it.

Mengrao was impatient, so he took Weiwei to drink, planning to use the wine to talk things over and find out what was going on between them.

Yunwei really needs to get drunk. It's best to be so drunk that she doesn't know the reality. It's better to be so drunk that she just wants to stay in the memory of Aling.

She didn't refuse Mengrao's invitation. Not surprisingly, she was drunk.

But Ye Mengruo didn't say anything, because she fell asleep directly without making a fuss. She was so quiet even after being drunk that it made people feel distressed.

Yun Wei couldn't remember how she got to her room or how she slept. She only knew that she had a dream that night.

I dreamed about something very far away.

It was one day when she was playing chess on a lake tour with her brother, but she happened to be bumped into by Aling.

He was very angry, blocked himself between his arms, and said, "Do you need me to remind you, Princess, how you promised me at that time?"

She didn't fall in love with him at that time, she just felt that he was so angry because she had damaged his reputation and hindered his promotion.

Now that the scene in the dream reappeared, Aling was holding her oppressively. Looking at her, Yunwei found that his palms were clenched tightly, his long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the last remaining light of the sunset was still in his pretendingly impatient eyes, fragile and tiny.

It turned out that Aling had cared about her at that time.

Facing his aggressive questioning, Yun Wei's eyes suddenly turned hot.

Even though it was a dream, the person in front of her was really her A Ling.

She didn't say like the scumbag she did at the time: You misunderstood. King Jing and I just played a chess game. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it.

But when he was about to retreat, she suddenly hugged his waist, hugged him tightly, greedily smelled the smell of his arms and felt his temperature.

Crying and shouting: "Aling, Aling..."

Gu Changling was stunned, with surprise in his eyes.

Looking down, he saw her obediently nestled in his arms, sobbing softly, as if she had encountered a huge sadness.

His eyes softened for a moment, but remembering just now, he pulled away from her angrily and asked sarcastically: "What is the matter with, Princess?"

That evil smile and suspicious look made Yunwei miss her.

She cried and shook her head, "Nothing happened, I just...miss you very much."

"I really, really miss you..."

Knowing that it was impossible to turn back time, knowing that this was a dream, Yun Wei couldn't help but pour out her heart to him in the dream.

Gu Changling was silent, stretched out his index finger, caught the tears on her cheek, and rubbed it on his fingertips.

Looking at the wet fingertips, there was a hint of sarcasm, "It seems that the princess has been lonely recently. It's a pity that the subordinates are not the servants you have outside. I'm afraid the princess has the wrong person."

Yun Wei knew that at this time, he still thought that he had a male favorite and was very flirtatious, so he said this deliberately, not wanting her to notice his feelings and be despised again...

After being together for so long, Yunwei could capture the meaning of every expression on A Ling's face.

So she didn't expose it, but followed his words and said, "Well, I'm a little lonely, and Mr. Gu noticed it."

Gu Changling sighed slightly, looking serious.

He pushed her away completely, but still said the same words as before, "If the princess really wants to reconcile, please stay calm during this period of time."

"I don't want a next time."

Even the tone is the same.

Yun Wei really wanted to rush over and hug him, but she also knew that even if she did, it would be in vain.

So he didn't move, and he hummed obediently and said, "I understand."

Gu Changling turned around and walked away. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist, a tall figure and a straight back.

She usually wears green clothes, which are simple and plain. Under the ray of setting sun, the blue clothes are blown by the wind, transforming like mist, and are about to disappear from her sight.

Yun Wei looked at it, tears falling again.

How can I see you again, Aling...

She squatted down on the spot, covering her face and crying, but suddenly, a warm force fell on her head.

As soon as Yunwei raised her head, she watched him go and come back.

Squatting down, his eyes were level with hers, with a faint smile on his lips and a restrained nostalgia.

Then he pinned her hair back, placed a kiss on her forehead, and said softly and resentfully: "Do you really want me to leave?"

That look was all too familiar to Yun Wei.

It's Aling!

Her eyes widened, and when she was about to hug him, she suddenly woke up from her dream before she could touch him.

The room is empty.

Only the moonlight was bright, projecting in from the exquisite flower windows and forming a slanting diamond shape.

It was indeed a dream.

Yunwei felt unspeakable sadness in her heart.

She covered her face, her hands were wet, and was about to get up when she suddenly heard a voice, "Are you awake?"

She was stunned, looked up, and found a figure sitting next to the bed.

The man was bathed in moonlight, and the frosty light fell on his long, long hair, shining brightly section by section.

Yun Wei couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she saw him reaching out and touching her face, as intimately as before: "What dream did you have that makes you so sad?"

The fingertips were slightly cool and the tone was doting, very much like him.

Yunwei didn't dare to move or speak.

She was afraid that this was still a dream. She was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth...A Ling would disappear.

"Vivi..."

Gu Changling saw that she had been looking at her blankly and called her.

Yun Wei didn't respond, so he held her in his arms and kissed her tears away, patiently and tenderly.

The familiar kiss, the familiar fragrance of ink, the familiar call, "Weiwei, Weiwei..."

It all made Yunwei feel more and more that this was a dream.

Only in dreams can I see Aring and hear his gentle and loving voice.