"What about Huai'an?"
He said nothing.
He said nothing.
Did she ask something she shouldn't have
"Xiao Bai, is she also special in your heart?" She asked herself in her heart, and then she asked him.
Couldn't help it.
"Lu Youyan, you are indeed a novice."
For a long time, there was a hint of tension in his voice.
She was stunned.
"If it's a question that I think you already know the answer to, I'm not going to answer you."
"How do I know?" She was slightly anxious.
"Then just think about it slowly."
She gritted her teeth.
He got up.
She was angry, covered herself with a quilt, and continued to be unreasonable as a pregnant woman.
She was quickly taken out of the quilt and held in his arms.
"Where to go?"
"study."
"You just have to go to the study by yourself. What are you taking me to do? There is something wrong with you, Gu Yebai."
"snort."
It seemed that she could only complain that there was never any room for change in matters decided by this man.
She nibbled on his neck.
He spanked her, so—
She continued to nibble.
When he got to the study, he threw her on the chair and turned on the computer.
She looked at him suspiciously.
He opened the mailbox, and her eyes followed the movement of the mouse.
"Have you always been in contact with him?" She smiled unconsciously, "That's great."
"Don't you want to know the news about Huai'an?" He said lightly.
"But this is Brother Tang's email." She didn't realize it for a moment.
"See for yourself." He gave her the mouse.
The bright light flickered on the screen. She stared at the word "Don Juan" for a while, and finally clicked on the email.
There wasn't even a title on it, just like a casual conversation between friends when meeting.
How is she, Youyan? I heard from Ziyan that she is pregnant with a child and you have your own child. When I heard the news, I was also very happy. Take good care of her. This seems a bit redundant, haha. She and I, she learned to accept, and I learned to forget, tired.
Don Juan
She chewed on Don Juan's last words over and over again, half-understanding.
Huai'an learns to accept Don Juan? What about Don Juan? Learn to forget what? Forgot Huai'an
"What do you mean?" she looked up and asked.
"sleep."
Gu Yebai had already turned off the computer.
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand either."
"You understand."
"Word."
"What?"
"Are you happy being with me?"
She nodded, thought for a moment, and added another word.
"Very, very, very much."
"That's fine."
She was stunned, and he had already picked her up.
"People make choices to make themselves happy. If you feel like this now, that's enough, right?"
“…”
"Don Juan and Zhou Huaian also have their own choices and do what they think makes them happy. But that is their choice, not yours or mine."
She looked into his eyes, which were dark and deep and filled with light.
She seemed to begin to understand what he was saying.
"Xiao Bai, will we see Brother Tang again in the future?"
"Yes, some people should meet again."
"Why?"
"Do you want to hear a more hypocritical statement?" He looked at her and smiled.
She was very interested: "What is that?"
"It's destined."
Destined? Is it doomed
She smiled, well, some people will see you again.
Will.
Just like, he and her that year.
"Mr. Zhou, please sign your name here. Thank you!"
The man raised his head, smiled at the young couple in front of him, and wrote his name on the title page.
Zhou Qin.
Next to him, several staff members were talking softly.
“Today’s autograph signing seems to be pretty good.”
"Yes, Mr. Zhou's "The Tomb" and "Lucifer's Original Sin" are the best sellers."
"The momentum of the new book is also good. Mr. Zhou tried a new genre this time..."
Zhou Qin is a mystery novelist.
Zhou Qin was still smiling slightly. A book was handed to him and he suddenly raised his head.
"You like this book?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou." The young girl nodded, with a smile in her eyes, as bright as the April sunshine, gentle but powerful.
"But, it doesn't have much practical significance." He smiled lightly.
"So what?" the girl asked, the smile in her eyes not diminishing, "My friends and I both like it."
"Mr. Zhou, is the story inside really just a love fairy tale?" her friend asked.
"Is there such a place as City A? Is there a prototype of Mr. Xia who always only loved his wife with a heart attack? Maybe it's just fiction?"
"How long did his wife live after the operation?"
"We also hope to see the story of Mr. Xia's best friend and the stewardess."
Zhou Qin was stunned. In the long queue, several readers who were queuing quietly behind the two girls also gathered around to ask.
For a moment, the sound was complicated.
Zhou Qin raised a smile on his lips and looked at the book on the table in front of him.
The book cover is not gorgeous, the words are simple, and there is not much color.
"Butterfly".
"Can children jump in line?"
Just as he was about to answer, a milky voice came out from among the crowded readers.
He smiled and looked for it, and a small figure appeared from under the table.
"Where did the child come from?" This voice sounded interesting, and many people laughed.
It was a little girl holding a book in her arms. He is about five or six years old, with bright eyes and curved eyebrows.
"Please help me write To: Dear Miss Gu Yiyi, Xiaobai, Zhuyan and Grasshopper, thank you.