Chapter Forty-Seven: Summer Flowers Warm My Heart

One evening, the door rang, I thought it was the nanny who came back from grocery shopping, turned my head and happily replied, 'Are you back?' As soon as I finished speaking, the smile froze on my face, and Ziyue came back. My heart beats so fast every time I see him, not just scared or whatever. twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, 'It's you'

Ziyue also smiled faintly, "It's me." He and I were relatively speechless and a little embarrassed. I was a little flustered, 'I'm going to pour water' and stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen. 'Can you go?' Zi Yue asked. Well, I replied as I went to the kitchen. Ziyue came over a few steps, leaned against the kitchen door, and looked at me deeply, "What are you hiding?" I immediately handed over the water, pretending to be relaxed "No" The door rang again, the nanny came back, Ziyue took the water, said 'It's really scratchy', and turned around and went to the study. I breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, I watched two episodes of the TV series by myself, Ziyue was still in the study, the room was a little stuffy, I sat on the balcony of the living room and opened the window to cool off. It is difficult to see the stars at night in Beijing, but there is a cool breeze and the fragrance of summer flowers, which is also very pleasant. Ziyue didn't know when he walked up to me and asked, 'What are you looking at?'

As soon as I panicked, I wanted to stand up, but my feet didn't give strength when I should have given strength, and when my body hurt, I fell over, Ziyue helped me to stand up, and asked, 'Blame me?' 'What?' I pretended to be confused. Ziyue looked at me, a look of crying and laughing, and simply hugged me in his arms, "You are really grinding." I didn't say anything, and I didn't resent his actions. At that time, at that time, I heard the sound of my own heartbeat.

I leaned quietly in his arms, for the first time, timidly stretched out his hands around his waist, his body stiffened, and then hugged me tighter, his chin against my forehead, leaned over and kissed me softly, and whispered, "Xiaowei, when I was on a business trip, I kept thinking about you." ''Where have you been on a business trip?' I asked. 'New Zealand, look at a project. He replied. 'Is it fun?' I asked. 'It's not fun,' he replied. I asked nonsensibly, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, and he replied whimsically, in a low and powerful voice. That night, I felt more than I had ever felt before. He asked for me, and I gave it willingly for the first time.

I slept very soundly, and when I woke up, there was a small box next to my pillow, which opened to be a rose gold chain with a large diamond in front of it. I'm very white about jewelry, and the brand is still Tiffany, and he seems to have a soft spot for this brand. To be honest, I was struggling to receive his gift, and there was no joy to speak of. The price of the things he sent would not be low, and he would be unhappy if he didn't accept them, but after receiving them, one day, I still won't be able to wear them. See the injuries in vain.

For the next few days, he would come, morning and evening. When I saw him, I actually had a hint of joy, and this feeling made me panic. This doesn't seem to be the feeling I should have, but I have, whenever it comes to sunset, I can't help but move to the window, watch the car downstairs to see the car coming and going, looking for the traces of his car, when I see his black car driving steadily, my heart will be flustered and beat wildly, his car is like his person driving smoothly, without a trace of stumbling hesitation or reckless skew, just across my sight, slid into my heart. I will also look forward to the door opening, and the figure he walked in, step by step, seemed to step into my heart, rhythming with my heartbeat.