Chapter 921: I really fell in love with Gu Zhenzhu
Mu Mingtang didn't like to only see half of her face, he pinched Gu Zhenzhu's chin and forced her to raise her head, he wanted to ask, "What else do you want?" ”
However, as soon as he opened his mouth with the word "you", he saw Gu Zhenzhu's eyes red.
Mu Mingtang was stunned, did he do anything?
Where did he go too far?
A hearty breakfast was prepared for her, and the husband finally had a free morning to have breakfast with her.
What is she wronged?
There was wetness from his fingertips, and Mu Mingtang was excited, and when he came back to his senses, it was Gu Zhenzhu who cried.
She cried again.
Mu Mingtang quickly withdrew his hand, looking at Gu Zhenzhu, who was half-collapsed on the table, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, and wanted to pat her back gently.
But Gu Zhenzhu saw that as soon as Mu Mingtang raised her hand, she immediately bent her arms to protect her head, and her back shrugged up like a frightened cat. Her head was getting lower and lower, and she couldn't stop crying.
Mu Mingtang didn't expect Gu Zhenzhu to react like this at all, he obviously just wanted to comfort her.
took a step forward, but before he could stretch out his hand, Gu Zhenzhu moved to the side in horror, and almost fell to the ground because he sat out of the chair with half of his body.
It seems that no matter what Mu Mingtang does, Gu Zhenzhu will only dodge in fear.
She was finally afraid, and she was finally scared as Mu Mingtang wished.
Not to mention going to the main house to provoke people, she didn't even have the courage to look at herself.
Even his proximity, even just trying to comfort her, soothing her, would make her nervous, as if her husband was not human, but a vicious monster, and would swallow her alive in the next second.
Mu Mingtang can't stand it, he really can't stand it
Whether Gu Zhenzhu was afraid of him or ignored him, he couldn't stand it.
Although this is the result he wanted before, he just wanted her to be afraid, to be afraid of a little bit, and no longer think about it. However, when he found out that Gu Zhenzhu was really scared, he didn't have a sense of accomplishment, but became even more irritable.
He knew that he was very strange, Mu Mingtang thought, maybe he really liked Gu Zhenzhu.
When the love began, he didn't know. Maybe it's the day and night after marrying her, or maybe it's even earlier, a glimpse of the fteen-year-old, this feeling has long been deeply imprinted in his heart......
At that time, Mu Mingtang's anger had nowhere to vent, but he didn't want to hurt Gu Zhenzhu anymore, and finally his anger rushed directly to the girls, and then drove away all the chefs who made breakfast this morning before it gradually subsided.
He knew that it wasn't the girl's problem, it wasn't the chef's problem.
However, he really didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to get along with Gu Zhenzhu, and finally vented his anger on innocent people.
……
If he didn't do anything, maybe he and Gu Zhenzhu would really be strangers in this life. Since he had not done well enough to hurt her, he was willing to give each other a chance and try to see if they could get along.
In order to make up for the regret of the previous few days - that meal did not have a happy last breakfast together, after a few days, Mu Mingtang began to look for an opportunity to see when he could accompany Gu Zhenzhu to dine together again. He hoped that he would stop arguing with Gu Zhenzhu and try to accommodate her as much as possible.
Mu Mingtang under the tree poured a few more mouthfuls of yellow soup and sneered. Why? Because he thought that he didn't have to go out early tomorrow, he asked someone to prepare all kinds of breakfast from all over the world the day before yesterday, and its variety was no less rich than the amount of food to be eaten by dozens of people in the main house, and he hoped to get along with Gu Zhenzhu this time.
However......
When he came back yesterday, when he passed through the back garden, there were three little girls who were watering the flowers.