Xu Xiuwan put down the cup gracefully, reached out and patted Jiang Yuan, but there was a snake-like viciousness in her eyes, "Baby, don't worry, it's almost over."

Jiang Cheng returned home, but Gu Ting hadn't come back yet.

She felt a little depressed, so she got into the quilt and covered herself up. What echoed in her mind were the hurtful words of her roommate and Jiang Yuan.

Before this, Jiang Cheng had never thought that they would do this to him.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how stupid I was. My shoulders were shaking under the quilt, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

She wasn't crying because of those people, she was crying because of her stupid self.

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

She didn't want Gu Ting to know about such an embarrassing thing.

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

When I opened the bedroom door, I saw that the bedroom was completely dark, but I could still see that the quilt was 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 paused, frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Um, no, you're not allowed to ask." Her eyes must have turned red into rabbit eyes by now.

Gu Ting's frown deepened a little, and his voice unconsciously urged: "Come out, don't stay under the quilt."

Jiang Cheng was smothered in the quilt and didn't move. It was so embarrassing to go out like this.

The more she behaved like this, the deeper Gu Ting's frown deepened. He took two steps forward, reached out and pulled away the quilt covering Jiang Cheng's head.

When he opened the quilt, he saw that Jiang Cheng's face was red from being suffocated, and his eye circles were so red that he looked like he had cried. The quilt was pulled away, and Jiang Cheng hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

Gu Ting's heart shrank, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Cheng's hand. His voice became softer unconsciously, "What's wrong, young lady? Are you being bullied?"

It was okay if he didn't ask. When he asked, all the grievances and embarrassments in Jiang Cheng's heart came up, and his tears fell down like broken threads.

Gu Ting moved forward slightly stiffly. Jiang Cheng immediately reached out and hugged Gu Ting's waist, buried his face in it, and cried out.

Gu Ting's hand hanging by his side tightened, he slowly raised it, then put it down again, and heard the person in his arms choked with sobs about what happened today.

The more he listened, the colder and handsome face of Gu Ting became more and more ugly, and his eyes hidden under the thick lenses burst out with a cold light. It seemed that some people were living too comfortably.

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

After Jiang Cheng cried, she felt much better. After discovering her emotions, the matter was considered a thing of the past for her.

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

Gu Ting did not answer her words. He lifted Jiang Cheng's delicate chin with his well-joined fingers, suddenly leaned over, and without warning, pressed his lips against her soft, slightly opened lips.

Jiang Cheng's eyes red from crying suddenly widened, "Well..." She subconsciously nudged the man, "What do you want to do?"

"Help you divert your attention." After saying this, the man's fingers embedded themselves in Jiang Cheng's chin and pressed on it again.

The moment their lips touched each other, the bad emotions in Jiang Cheng's mind were instantly replaced by this strange feeling. She clumsily imitated Gu Ting's movements and pecked the man's lower lip.

Her small movements were like setting fire to a man's body. Gu Ting suddenly increased his offensive, bent down and hugged her slender waist, and placed her on the bed.

Jiang Cheng co-operated with Gu Ting in a daze, until the man's hot palm came to her waist. Jiang Cheng pushed Gu Ting away like a stress and sat up.

Her eyes were filled with mist, her lips were delicate and delicate, and her little face was stained with crimson, and her appearance was touching.

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

"I haven't taken a shower yet. I need to take a shower. You can go to bed first."

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When she woke up the next day, Gu Ting was no longer there. Thinking of the kiss last night, Jiang Cheng's little face immediately turned red, and she shyly hid under the quilt and rolled over.

"Are you up? Breakfast is ready, let's get up and eat." Gu Ting's deep magnetic voice suddenly sounded at the door of the bedroom, and the man rolling under the quilt immediately stopped.

Jiang Cheng suddenly opened the quilt, subconsciously smoothed his hair, glanced at him and asked softly: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The corners of Gu Ting's mouth curled up slightly in an anxious manner, with a cheerful expression on his face, "Waiting for you to eat together."

Jiang Cheng quickly got up from the quilt, her voice was as clear as an oriole's, "It's coming, it's coming."

This was the first time the two of them sat down to have breakfast. There was a millet pumpkin porridge, a basket of steamed buns and two egg pancakes on the dining table. It was an ordinary breakfast, but Jiang Cheng felt that the taste was similar to the one he had when he was a child.

It tastes a bit like the food my grandpa’s house had in the countryside.

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

Gu Ting paused in his eating movements, his eyes darkened, and he replied lightly, "My mother and I. Eat quickly, it will cool down later."

Thinking of what she had to do today, Jiang Cheng picked up her phone and took a look. Hua Lao's painting exhibition at the art center was about to begin. She stuffed two buns indiscriminately, her cheeks bulging, "Gu Ting, I have something to do beforehand."

Out."

After saying that, Fengfenghuohuo took his bag and went out.

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

Gu Ting would sometimes drive the Jiang family's car back when he went home. Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng asked doubtfully, "Don't you want to go to work? Will sending me off will delay you?"

"No, let's go."

Jiang Cheng happily followed Gu Ting and asked, "Gu Ting, you have always been with my dad. Did he give you any trouble?"

She was afraid that her father would anger Gu Ting, but Gu Ting was definitely more than a victim of what happened that night. The culprits should be the mother and daughter Xu Xiuwan and Jiang Yuan who now live in the Jiang family.

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

Jiang Cheng felt relieved, and then asked, "So, is my dad in a better mood recently? Has he ever mentioned me?"

Gu Ting looked sideways and saw Jiang Cheng's starry eyes. He replied vaguely, "Your father has been busy with the company recently."

"Oh", that means I haven't mentioned it before.

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