Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

In the early spring of March, the sea market faded from the cold of winter, and the small flowers on the street bloomed quietly.

Cheng Chu held his first recital after graduation.

She told her assistant Xianxian to leave tickets for her family and friends.

Spring is just right.

Gu Miao, dressed in a straight suit, sat in the most conspicuous position of the concert hall.

The long sound of the piano is flowing.

He looked at the dazzling **** the stage, the dark eyes fell into the light, his eyes were gentle as the spring breeze blowing in March.

Fu Rong looked at the young man aside from time to time, only feeling that the admiration in his eyes was about to overflow.

When she left the scene, she asked tentatively: "How do you think this girl plays?"

"Very good." Gu Miao nodded with a smile.

Fu Rong's patrolling gaze looked him up and down, until Gu Miao's hair was erected.

He coughed and asked politely, "Auntie, what can I do for you?"

Fu Rong smiled inscrutablely, and shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay, what does the young man do."

Gu Miao only thought this aunt was a little strange, but politely replied: "Working in a game development company."

Fu Rong nodded, not sure whether it was satisfied or not.

"Have a girlfriend?"

"Who is in the family?"

Gu Miao pursed her lips and replied stiffly: "There is no one, just me."

He suddenly remembered that Jiang Xing once said that some elderly aunts like to introduce people to people.

His eyebrows jumped, and he quickly added: "I still have a fiancee."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the smiley face of the aunt in front of her collapsed, and almost all the remaining words were squeezed out of her mouth.

On the other side, Cheng Chu didn't know what happened.

After the concert, she had to accept many interviews from the media. When she came out after removing her makeup and changing clothes, the sky was already high with a bright moon.

The information on the phone is almost exploding. Many classmates and teachers sent congratulatory text messages, even Rosie, who hadn’t seen her for a long time, sent text messages.

Cheng Chu responded one by one, but the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.

"When did you have a fiance, take him home tomorrow and explain clearly."

After returning home during the Chinese New Year, Fu Rong's anger disappeared. She seemed to have forgotten about it, and she never said anything about seeing her parents.

The wind on the spring night was very warm and came slowly.

Cheng Chu was sitting in the coffee shop next to the concert hall, and suddenly his hands were stuffed into a warm paper cup.

"Hot cocoa." Gu Miao looked at her and said softly, "I'm afraid you can't sleep with coffee at night."

Cheng Chu took a sip and held the cup wall tightly.

"I'll tell you something."

Gu Miao said softly, "Go ahead, what's the matter?"

Cheng Chu pursed her lips, "My mother asked me to take you home tomorrow."

"Take, take me?" The man's voice trembled, like an ant on a hot pot, nervously spinning around in front of the seat, "What do your parents like, and what does your brother like? What if they don't like me? "

"You stop." Cheng Chu stopped the anxious man, warmly exhorting: "It's okay, my dad and my brother are both easier to talk, the key is that my mother is a bit difficult."

He sat down, his hands shaking nervously, "What should I do?"

"It's okay. She likes bags and jewelry. Tomorrow we will go pick a few together. Follow her when you talk to her. It should be fine."

The spring night is very comfortable, but Gu Miao stayed up all night.

He gazes through the night, looking at the bright moon hanging high outside the window, his heart is gradually filled with anxiety.

He has no relatives, and rarely has the experience of getting along with his elders. In his lonely life, Cheng Chu's only bright color. So he couldn't imagine what would happen if the relatives she relied on didn't like him or prevented them from being together?

Until Gu Miao took the girl by the hand and walked into the solemn and cold villa, the nervous tremor in her heart couldn't stop.

He still remembered that one night many years ago, he was embarrassed by the girl's hands and walked here nervously.

Bright lights are reflected on the marble tiles.

Fu Rong sat on the chair gracefully, only touching one-third of his hips, glanced at them obliquely, did not get up to greet them, and had a cold tone: "Here."

Gu Miao's breath suddenly stopped.

Isn't this the aunt who sat next to him yesterday?

He recalled what he said yesterday, wishing to slap himself severely.

Fortunately, Cheng Ruohai hurriedly greeted her to make the rounds, "Come on, I heard you are coming, your mother told auntie to make the dishes long ago."

"Hello, uncle." Gu Miao said hello quickly.

"Eh, okay, okay, this young man looks very energetic." Cheng Ruohai smiled kindly, "Where do you work?"

"Creating entertainment." Gu Miao replied respectfully.

Cheng Chu quickly added, "Gu Miao is amazing. She became CTO last year."

Cheng Ruohai praised: "Creative entertainment, not bad, not bad, it went on the market the year before, right, you became CTO at such a young age, your future is limitless.

He paused, then turned around and asked Fu Rong cautiously, "You said that, right?"

Fu Rong snorted coldly, without speaking.

Cheng Yue looked at Gu Miao carefully, then walked over and said in a deep voice, "Let’s eat first."

Today's food is indeed very rich.

Cheng Ruohai drank the wine that Gu Miao presented and drank in full swing.

Gu Miao calmly put a few peeled shrimps in Cheng Chu's bowl.

The table was quiet, but not awkward.

Fu Rong didn't speak much, but just watched silently.

The dishes on the plate gradually emptied, and the dissatisfaction that hung between her eyebrows was erased.

After the meal, Gu Miao carefully accompanied Cheng Ruohai to speak, while Fu Rong listened silently.

Only then did she know that the child really had no relatives and was lonely and helpless, relying on her own efforts to reach her current position.

Fu Rong was born rich and wealthy, and she grew up with Cheng Ruohai's childhood sweetheart, and was spoiled by her husband and son for a lifetime, so she started doing things on her own.

But her face was cold and warm, listening to Cheng Ruohai and Gu Miao's question and answer, her cold heart softened completely.

I don't know when it started raining outside, and the pouring rain was carrying a strong wind, as if to clean up this noisy city.

It was getting late, and Gu Miao knew that it was time to get up and leave.

But Fu Rong first said: "It's raining too much outside, or else I will be here tonight."

Gu Miao was dumbfounded, standing still, not knowing how to answer.

He looked at Cheng Chu questioningly.

The girl nodded slightly to him.

"Thank you auntie." Gu Miao agreed carefully.

The villa was quiet at night.

The rain outside the window gradually diminished, and the drifting drizzle hit the window diagonally, and then quietly meandered down.

Gu Miao was lying in the guest room, and the quiet atmosphere relaxed his hanging heart a bit.

The phone shook.

It was a message from Cheng Chu.

"Brother Miao, are you asleep?"

He quickly replied "No"

But there was no answer from the other side.

In the quiet room, the door made an impenetrable sound.

Gu Miao suddenly sat up.

"Chu Chu? Why are you here?"

The moonlight outside the window came in obliquely, and Cheng Chu raised his index finger and gently "hush" at him.

The girl's dexterous figure sneaked in like a kitten, and got into his quilt.

She hugged him squishyly and nudged gently.

In the night, the girl's voice was mixed with honey-like sweetness, "I'll be with you, I must be nervous today, I'll clear it up for you."

As she said, she leaned forward, her white lotus root arms softly wrapped around his neck, and the hot and humid kiss enveloped him like warm water.

Gu Miao couldn't help responding to her.

Some time ago, they were busy preparing for the concert, and the two hadn't made each other for a long time. Now they get together, and the undercurrent of love spread silently.

The air seemed to become hot and humid.

"It's not good." He stopped abruptly, and muttered in a suppressed voice, "This is at your house."

A ray of moonlight fell in, and Cheng Chu clearly saw the sweat on the man's forehead and the blue veins on his pale neck. He gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to go any further.

"It's okay, let's keep your voice down." Cheng Chu said softly.

His eyebrows twitched, his scarlet eyes closed, "I didn't wear a condom."

Cheng Chu became angry, "Why don't you bring it."

He possessed and kissed the girl's eyes and apologized lowly, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Chu twisted his face depressed, the cold sweaty face blushing, **** and sultry.

The moonlight tonight is very gentle.

Gu Miao lowered her eyes and looked at the girl in her arms.

She was still panting slightly, her straight nose was adorned with sultry sweat, and her bright peach eyes were hazy and lazy.

The man's Adam's apple rolled violently, touched the girl's face treasuredly, and called out hoarsely, "Chuchu."

There were a few cocoons on the palm of his hand, and they brushed Cheng Chu's soft cheek, numb.

The girl shook her lips and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Before she could react, the man's tall body retracted into the quilt.

The skirt of the silk pajamas was lifted up, and before she could stop her, the pleasure spread from her tailbone to her body like an electric current.

There was lingering heat and humidity in the air.

The feeling was strange and irritating, Cheng Chu didn't dare to make a sound, so he bit his lip and panted silently, but the back of his feet was uncontrollably tightened, and the sheets under him were gradually squeezed into a mess.

The drizzle outside the window stopped at some point.

The girl was sweaty all over, lying on her back weakly on the bed, her eyes blurred and blank.

The dim light from the garden reflected in, and Cheng Chu's chest rose and fell, his hands and feet numb as if he had passed electricity.

The man didn't know when he got out of the bed, his cold face was full of sweat, and his thin lips were crystal clear and moist.

"Chuchu, is it comfortable?" He touched the girl's face, panting, and asked in a low voice.

The girl's delicate face was already blush, she covered her eyes, suppressed the shyness in her heart, and nodded.

"Just comfortable."

He took the tissue from nowhere, and said softly, "I'll wipe it for you."

"No." Cheng Chu was too embarrassed to look at him, turned over and got out of bed anxiously, "I'm going back to my room, you go to bed early."

There was a carpet on the ground, as if she had stepped on cotton, her feet felt sore for a moment.

Gu Miao stretched out her hand to help, but she was evasively avoided.

The room calmed down, and Gu Miao looked and touched the roots of her red ears, and her heart was about to jump out.

I don't know how long it took before he closed his eyes in the chaotic heartbeat.

The next day, he was woken up by the alarm clock.

For the first time staying at Cheng Chu's house, he was afraid that he would have a bad impression of getting up too late, so he set the alarm clock to half past six.

Gu Miao's steps were very light, and even if she stepped on the wooden floor, there was no sound.

The sky outside was still gray, but the restaurant on the first floor was already faintly lit.

Gu Miao was a little upset, but felt that she was still up late. He was about to go downstairs when he heard Cheng Ruohai's low voice.

"What do you think of Gu Miao?"

The tableware in the restaurant made a soft, crisp sound.

Fu Rong's voice was very flat, "It's okay."

Gu Miao's fingertips trembled, and intense fear surged in her heart.

I don't know when the sky outside the window is getting brighter.

He heard a few small footsteps, and then Fu Rong's voice came.

"What I made today is crab noodle soup dumplings, please change them quickly."

The aunt’s voice was a little frightened, "Madam, don’t you like crab noodle soup most often?"

Fu Rong paused, and his voice gradually slowed down, "I heard Chu Chu said that the kid is allergic to crabs, so go make some vegetable buns."

It rained last night, but today is a sunny day.

The bright morning light shines through the window, and a ray of light is reflected under Gu Miao's feet.

He stood blankly, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, he stood in the dark like this, but he heard the cold words of his cousin and aunt.

The birds shouted outside.

He heard Cheng Ruohai say: "Hey, you are a tofu heart with a knife mouth."

Fu Rong hummed lowly.

Cheng Ruohai continued: "This kid is good, don't always show your face to others, you know?"

Gu Miao's fingers trembled slightly, and her dark pupils tightened for a moment.

The sun is very warm, accompanied by the crisp and melodious birdsong, as if the winter is no longer cold.

He held his breath, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

The restaurant is very quiet.

Fu Rong's voice gradually became a little gentle, "I see, sooner or later I will belong to the family."

Enthusiasm filled Gu Miao's eyes for an instant.

It was fine after the rain, and the air was full of the smell of sunlight.

When he was a teenager, he often felt that he was abandoned by the world, and sometimes complained about the injustice of the sky, causing him to lose his relatives and live in this world alone and helplessly.

Until that bright moon appeared, illuminating his dark heart.

The humble boy began to dream about being able to become a star, silently by the moon.

Winter in Haishi is very gentle.

Gu Miao stood on the stairs, quietly watching the light in the distance, and suddenly understood.

It turns out that God never treats anyone kindly.

Over the years, he finally became the star closest to the moon, and everything that was lost in the past turned into another way and returned to him.

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