God!my wife is a man

At the end of the day, he hardly stopped busy planning, holding meetings, and discussing in groups.Even at noon, Murong Qi came over to invite him to dinner, but he politely refused.He didn't want to, and didn't dare to stop himself, afraid that once he relaxed, he would keep thinking about the intimacy between the man and the woman in his mind, afraid of guessing, but even more afraid, what if, if that was the truth, what would happen to him. . . . . . .

The documents in his hand were scattered on the ground with a crash, falling one by one, floating, without roots or fall.Fragile sunlight shone in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, but it couldn't generate a trace of heat in the cold room.Gu Xijun stared at one place in a daze, a little absent-minded in his vision, but more dejectedly at a loss.

After a while, he seemed to turn around from a daze, looking at the documents that fell on the ground somehow, with unspeakable fatigue under his calm face, he squatted down, quietly picked up the documents, and put them on the desk superior.

Gu Xijun sat on the chair, looked down at the paper carefully with his head lowered, and the fingers holding the pen were slender and fair, either drawing on the document or putting it aside, until the office door was knocked lightly a few times, It was only then that Gu Xijun withdrew his gaze from the manuscript that he had read so many times but still didn't write down much content.

"I guess you haven't had lunch yet." The man opened the door, with a gentle smile in his handsome brows, and he smiled with his eyes bent.Putting the food box in his hand on Gu Xijun's table, he poured water while opening the package. "Come on, eat it. These are your favorite snacks when you were in school, as well as crab roe buns and seafood porridge." He raised his head and smiled softly. "I just don't know if you still like it after so long." When he said this, Murong Qi's voice suddenly dropped.

"...I, like it very much." After a while, he said softly, his delicate face was so white that it was almost pale, and the drooping eyelids were so messed up under the direct sunlight that people couldn't help but want to hurt pity.

"That's good." Murong Qi curled his mouth and sat on the chair opposite Gu Xijun. "Just right, I also miss the taste of that time, let's eat together?"

"Okay." Gu Xijun nodded, raised his hand and put a crab roe bun in his mouth, took a bite, the thick soup tasted very good, just like the time when he and the person in front of him secretly ate happily under the gazebo with a sweet smile.It's just that the taste is still the same, but why does it seem to be empty in my heart. . . . . .

The eyelashes drooped, and the falling arc trembled slightly, and the mottled light leaked all over the ground, and it just fell on the surface of his eyelashes, fell to the corner of his eyes, and scattered all over the ground Shi Shiran, shattered and injured.

When going back at night, Gu Xijun was in Murong Qi's car. After arriving at the military area, Murong Qi drove away after watching Gu Xijun get off the car and disappear into the dark sight.

Xijun, I like you, I have always liked you. At that time, because I couldn't resist my father, I had to leave.But now it's different, I have the ability and status, so, can I still hope that you can belong to me again.

Even with that kind of shady means.

"Why did you come back today? Didn't you stay with Xiao Qi for one night?" Jun Yumo couldn't help being surprised when he saw Gu Xijun come back.And the two little tails following him had already rushed straight over, hugged Gu Xijun's leg, and showed their little teeth sweetly.

She smiled dotingly, even though the exhaustion spread to the end of her eyebrows, Gu Xijun still smiled, holding the two children's little hands, warm and soft, he couldn't help but soften the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Well, I have work to do, so I can't stay in...xxx City for a long time." His words paused slightly, and his eyebrows were lowered to cover his expression.

"You can't patronize work and make your body tired." With a sigh, Jun Yumo couldn't help feeling a little distressed. "You have been strong since you were a child, and you try to do everything as perfect as possible, but you, gentleman, you can't use your youth as your capital to mess around."

"Father Jun, I'm fine." Sitting on the sofa with Jun Yumo, Gu Xijun looked at Qi Xiaobei and Qi Xiaonan who were playing, but her head rested on Jun Yumo's shoulder.

"Jun'er, what's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?" Seeing Gu Xijun leaning on him weakly, Jun Yumo lowered his head and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, Father Jun, just feeling tired all of a sudden." Shaking her head lightly, Gu Xijun buried her head in Jun Yumo's arms.

"You're a real kid! You don't know how to take a break when you're tired." Rubbing Gu Xijun's forehead lovingly, Jun Yumo sighed. "Why, Xiao Qi is willing to let you come back?" Jun Yumo didn't know the reason, and looked at Gu Xijun who was buried in his arms with a smile, and then her body froze for a while, and then the other party was slightly more buried in his arms, Thinking that the child was shy, Jun Yumo smiled. "Xiao Qi is a real kid, so why can't I keep you? Should I say that kid listens too much to you or is too stupid."

Gu Xijun listened, but didn't speak.

Played with the child for a while, and did not put the two little buns to sleep until around ten o'clock. In the bathroom, Gu Xijun was standing under the lotus, dense water poured down from the top of his head, flowing down his black and wet hair. Sliding down, the continuous water flows from the ear, like a rapid torrent, along the body as if hidden in a thick fog, all the way straight down.

Gu Xijun tilted her head slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a swallow's tail with her breath, the wet eyelashes were clinging to water droplets, but the small water droplets seemed to be slowly, unwilling to leave, unwilling to be lonely. go.The moist heat hits the face, a layer of pink is applied to the cheeks, like honey, as if water will drip out in the next moment, and the pale pink lips are pursed very lightly.

When I turned my eyes away, I saw the red rope that was put aside, the color was still bright red, but it didn't make it unbearable because it was worn for a long time, but it showed a bright color.

He remembered that that day, there were two dimples on the smiling cheeks of the man, and then he wrapped the delicately woven red rope around his wrist. . . . . .Once wrapped, it lasted for three years.

He remembered that that night, in the dark cabin, under the penetrating moonlight, Qi Changyin hugged him, softly comforted him who was crying, and then said that he liked him. . . . . .In such a cold winter, he suddenly blushed, his cheeks turned crimson, and his heart jumped several times because of his words.

In my mind, it was that person's gentle smile at that time, and the warm tones seemed to be able to melt the cold wind in winter. "It is precisely because I cherish you that I am willing."

In the ear, who is speaking softly, and whose heartbeat is chaotic because of this sentence.

Fingers gently rubbing against the wet bathroom wall, the white tiles are filled with a shattering coolness in the hot air.

"I like Xijun, so I've always been willing." He stretched out his hand, the corners of his eyes crooked with a smile, and his delicate fingers passed through the layer of cotton-padded jacket, sticking it to his chest.

His eyes passed through the crowd of people coming and going, and penetrated into the restaurant. What he caught his eyes was talking and laughing with another female, leaning close together, intimately. . . . . .

Drops of water flowed down the chin along the water flow, falling swiftly, fell, and shattered to the ground.

His eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were hurt.

. . . . . .

When getting off work in the evening, Qi Changyin was still sitting quietly in the office alone. The junior staff in the department did not dare to touch the angry face when they saw the adult's expression was silent. Still deadpan!

I took the initiative to go to Head Qi's office after looking for it!

Walking alone on the tree-lined path, the night wind blows, it is obviously summer, but it can't help but make Qi Changyin's cold bones feel cold.

The bustling streets, the laughing crowd, passed by one by one, passing through his eyes one by one, but there were no such people in his sight.

When I got home, I closed the door, the dark room, the lights were not turned on, the curtains on the windows were still closed, and the moonlight slipped in slightly, but it still couldn't stop the darkness in the room.

Throwing the coat on the sofa, Qi Changyin sat powerlessly, leaning her head up on the edge of the sofa, her tie hanging loosely around her neck, and two buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, her absent-minded eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, the black The lamp in the roof of the pupil is faltering.

He remembered that the turquoise jade pendant engraved with the word "cherish" with a rough knife technique had been placed in the drawer of the bedroom of the two of them, silently and silently.

If Xi Jun didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask, but it's just that he was a little uncomfortable psychologically.

Gradually, he thought it was his own imagination, it was just a small jade pendant, maybe it was a gift from Xijun's friend, that's why Xijun cherished it so much as before.

He slowly forgot, and slowly left the existence of that jade pendant in the inconspicuous corner of his heart closed by glass windows, dusty, covered with a layer of dust, locked, and forgotten.

Then, that woman named Murong Qing suddenly appeared, like breaking a glass window that had been covered with dust for many years, breaking in suddenly, knocking down the tranquility. 'The word is unusually dazzling.

Is that person still living in your heart? . . . . .

He suddenly laughed, his pale face coughed out of laughter, shattering the peaceful night.

"Qi Changyin, you are really a third party." In the room, his voice sounded alone, desolate and invisible.

"I'm so unwilling, why was Murong Qi the one who met you first, and not me? Why, we got married for the first reason, the way you hate the most?"

if no children;

without that paper marriage contract;

stay together without accidents;

gouged some

In your heart, you can hate me. . . . . .

His jaw was tense, but his half-down eyes were looking deeply at the watch on his wrist, and his fingers were rubbing against each other. The coolness of metal permeated slightly, but it made Qi Changyin calm down.

"I don't want to let go of your hand...Even if you hate me all my life, I don't want to let go..."

I don't believe it, you have no affection for me at all?

Even if it is a little affection, I will tie you by my side.

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