Xu Xiuwan put down the cup gracefully and reached out to pat her daughter. However, a vicious like a snake and scorpion flashed through her eyes, "Baby, don't worry, it's almost done."

Jiang Cheng's return home, Gu Ting has not come back yet.

She felt a little depressed, and got into the quilt and covered herself up. What echoed her mind was the thrilling words of roommates and Jiang Yuan.

Before this, Jiang Cheng had never come and thought that they would treat themselves like this.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was simply stupid. My shoulders under the quilt were shaking, and my tears were not agitated.

It’s not because of those people crying, she was so angry that she was so stupid that she cried before.

Click, the sound of unlocking came from outside the door. Jiang Cheng's trembling shoulders froze instantly. She suddenly got up, turned off the bedroom lights quickly, and covered herself in again.

She didn't want Gu Ting to know about such a shameful thing.

As soon as Gu Ting entered the door, he heard the movement from the bedroom. He had a dinner tonight and was back a little late.

When I opened the bedroom door, I saw that the bedroom was pitch black, but I could still see the quilt bulging and someone was inside.

With a bang, Gu Ting turned on the light, strode close to the bed, and shouted in a low voice, "Jiang Cheng?"

"Well, don't turn on the light when I'm asleep." Jiang Cheng's buzzing voice came from the quilt.

Gu Ting stopped, frowned slightly, noticed something was wrong, and asked softly, "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

"Well, no, you are not allowed to ask." Her eyes must have turned red like rabbit eyes.

Gu Ting's brows frowned a little deeper, and his voice unconsciously urged him: "Come out, don't be stuck in the quilt."

Jiang Cheng was stuck in the quilt and didn't move, so it was embarrassing to go out like this.

The more she did this, the deeper Gu Ting's brows frowned. He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull away the quilt covered by Jiang Cheng's head.

When he lifted the quilt, he saw Jiang Cheng's face flushed and his eyes were red. He looked like he had cried. The quilt was torn apart, and Jiang Cheng hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

Gu Ting's heart shrank, and he reached out to pull Jiang Cheng's hand, and his voice unconsciously relaxed, "What's wrong with Miss? Are you bullied?"

It would be fine if he didn't ask. When he asked, Jiang Cheng felt all the grievances and embarrassment in his heart, and tears fell down like a broken thread.

Gu Ting's movements were slightly stiff and moved forward. Jiang Cheng immediately reached out and hugged Gu Ting's waist, buried his face in, and cried without mistake.

Gu Ting's hand hanging beside him tightened, slowly raised it, and then put it down. He heard the person in his arms swallowing and talking about the time he met today.

The more I heard it, Gu Ting's cold and hard face became more ugly, and his eyes hidden under the heavy lenses burst out with a cold light. It seemed that some people lived a very comfortable life.

The person in his arms cried constantly, Gu Ting lowered his head, opened his sexy thin lips lightly, "Look up."

After Jiang Cheng cried, she felt much more comfortable. After discovering her emotions, she had already passed.

Hearing the sound, she slowly raised her head, looked at her with red eyes, sucked her nose and asked, "What's wrong? Can't I hold you and cry?"

Gu Ting did not answer her. He raised Jiang Cheng's small and delicate chin with his clear joints, and suddenly leaned over and printed on her soft and tender lips without warning.

Jiang Cheng's eyes were suddenly widened, "Um..." She subconsciously nudged the man, "What do you want to do?"

"Help you divert your attention." After the words, the man's fingers were embedded with Jiang Cheng's chin and printed them on again.

The moment the lips pressed against each other, the bad emotions in Jiang Cheng's mind were instantly replaced by this strange feeling. She clumsyly learned Gu Ting's movements, pecked the man's lower lip of the stream, and tentatively exploring the tip of her tongue.

These little things like setting fire on a man's body. Gu Ting suddenly stepped up his offensive, bent over and hugged her slender waist, placed it on the bed, and bullied her body.

Jiang Cheng cooperated with Gu Ting dizzyly until the man's hot palm came to her waist. Jiang Cheng pushed Gu Ting away like stress and sat up.

Her eyes were foggy, her lips were delicate and her little face was stained with a slight look, and she looked charming.

Jiang Cheng sat up, took a breath, and lifted the quilt and ran away under Gu Ting's hot sight.

"I haven't taken a shower yet. If you want to take a shower, you can go to bed first."

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When he woke up the next day, Gu Ting was gone. Thinking of the kiss last night, Jiang Cheng's little face immediately flushed, and she hid in the quilt and beaten away.

"Get up? Breakfast is ready, get up and have a meal." Gu Ting's low and magnetic voice suddenly rang at the bedroom door, and the person hiding in the quilt rolling stopped immediately.

Jiang Cheng suddenly lifted the quilt, subconsciously smoothed his hair, glanced at him and asked in a low voice: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Gu Ting's mouth curled up impatiently, his face was happy, "I'm waiting for you to have dinner together."

Jiang Cheng quickly got up from the quilt, her voice was as crisp as an oriole, "This is here, this is here."

This was the first time the two of them sat down to have breakfast. There was a piece of millet pumpkin porridge, a basket of small buns and two egg cakes on the table, and an ordinary breakfast, but Jiangcheng felt that the taste was a bit similar to the taste that he had eaten at his grandfather's house in the countryside when he was a child.

Jiang Cheng said in surprise: "Gu Ting, your cooking is so delicious. Who did you learn how to cook with?"

Gu Ting's meal was like a meal, his eyes were dark, and he replied indifferently, "Eat quickly with my mom, it will be cold later."

Thinking of what he was going to do today, Jiang Cheng picked up his cell phone and looked at it. Mr. Hua was about to start his art exhibition at the Art Center. She stuffed two buns randomly, with her cheeks bulging. "Gu Ting, I've gone out in advance."

After saying that, he was so angry that he had to take his bag and go out.

Gu Ting frowned slightly and then stood up, "Where are you going? I'll send you there."

When Gu Ting came home, he would sometimes drive the Jiang family's car back. When he heard this, Jiang Cheng asked in confusion, "Don't you go to work? Will sending me to you delay?"

"No, let's go."

Jiang Chenghuan followed happily and quickly followed Gu Ting and asked, "Gu Ting, you have been following my dad. Have he made things difficult for you?"

She was afraid that her father would take his anger on Gu Ting, but Gu Ting decided to be the victim of that night. The culprit should be Xu Xiuwan and Jiang Yuan, who are now living in the Jiang family.

Gu Ting's voice was faint, "No."

Jiang Cheng felt relieved and asked again, "Did my dad feel better recently? Have you mentioned me?"

Gu Ting looked sideways and saw Jiang Cheng's eyes holding starlight. He returned vaguely, "Your father has been busy with company affairs recently."

"Oh", that's not mentioned.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling sad, but thought that if he could ask for a painting by Mr. Hua, his father would definitely be happy.
Chapter completed!