The Young Master’s Bride

Chu Baiqing's words seemed like a basin of cold water poured on Gu Jue's head instantly, giving him a chill.

Gu Jue, what are you doing, are you crazy? Actually want to kiss Chu Baiqing.

What's so special is that the illness is not mild, it is really completely crazy...

People are fed up with your young master's temper now and don't want to endure it anymore.

Now it's for you to leave quickly, you still want to kiss him...

"Heh...this is what I thought, moving away, I am so fed up with you."

Gu Jue squeezed Chu Baiqing's chin, gritted his teeth.

Shaking off Chu Baiqing's chin, Gu Jue turned around and left, cold all over.

Chu Baiqing moved her jaw, causing pain, and pinch marks would appear in a moment.

Gu Jue slammed the door loudly, and Chu Baiqing shivered in shock.

This is great, Chu Baiqing, you are doing well.

He went to take a bath and changed his clothes.

While lying on the bed, I saw Gu Jue's pillow and quilt, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

He put the quilt and pillow into the cabinet and lay down again, still feeling Gu Jue's breath.

He simply changed the sheets again, but still couldn't sleep.

This bed, this room, even said that the whole villa is full of Gu Jue's breath.

Chu Baiqing, you have to adapt, you can't even change the house.

When I woke up to wash in the morning, I saw two dental cups and toothbrushes placed together...

Chu Baiqing looked at it for a while, and finally put it in the sealed bag.

He did not have an operation in the morning. He spent the whole morning packing up all the things that belonged to Gu Jue.

When he was tidying up, he realized that in his house, Gu Jue had so many things...

When Tan Song called, Chu Baiqing was sitting on the sofa, looking at several storage boxes, which were filled with Gu Jue's things.

After the phone was connected, Tan Song didn't speak, and Chu Baiqing didn't speak. Normally, he would wait for him to speak first.

Suddenly stood up, he had been arguing with Gu Jue these past few days, but he had forgotten that today is Shen Congwen's death...

At this time in previous years, he would definitely go to Tan Song to accompany him when he had time.

When there is no time, he will call him, even if he does not speak, he will feel at ease listening to Tan Song panting on the phone.

However, this year he had forgotten it, and he felt very guilty.

In this world, he is the only one who can accompany Tan Song.

No one knew that Tan Song was more uncomfortable alive than dead.

If it weren’t for Shen Congwen’s “Komatsu, live well, please.”

Tan Song must have gone with Shen Congwen, and would not live so painfully.

All the words were stuck in her throat, Chu Baiqing didn't know how to speak, and any comfort she said was pale.

Time didn't make Tan Song forget Shen Congwen, but made him remember more clearly, because he had to think about him every day, and only by thinking can he live. However, if you want to live, you can't think about him, because that would hurt him to death.

Tan Song, just like this, panting between thinking and not daring to think...

"I miss him..." Tan Song's voice is hoarse, and it hasn't been better these years.

I have always been hoarse, and when I say this, it reveals endless sadness, despair, and helplessness...

Chu Baiqing's eyes turned red in an instant, and he bit his lips tightly, not letting himself make any noise.

He knew that Tan Song was going crazy thinking about Shen Congwen, but he could only think alive for Shen Congwen's only request.