When You’re Gone

The light was dazzling, and Liang Shu opened his eyes almost within a minute of the light was on.

In a trance, people have reached the soft bed.

"Eucalyptus said you didn't eat dinner, what's the matter?" Gu Hansheng stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair on her face, and the other hand that was free covered her eyelid.

The woman grabbed his wrist with soft fingers and replied in a daze, "I'm not hungry."

Xu was afraid that he would ask again, and she added, "You shouldn't have a barbecue yesterday. It's a bit bad to eat, and I don't have an appetite today."

After almost getting used to it for a while, Gu Hansheng let go of his fingers.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" His big hot palm covered Liang Shu's stomach.

She shook her head and looked sideways at the dark sky outside the French windows.

"No matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't lie on the carpet. It's less than May, and you will catch a cold." He squeezed her face.

Liang Shu suddenly turned his head and stared at him quietly, his eyes very focused.

His thin lips curled slightly, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, so he looked a little cold, "What's wrong? Qu Yu said that you were in a bad mood this afternoon, who caused you?"

The bedroom is very quiet.

Liang Shu stared at his open chest, the short hair was 70% dry, and the tip of the hair still smelled of dampness. She stretched her finger over and touched the tip of his cold hair.

She shook her head, "No, my own problem."

Gu Hansheng moved his eyelids down, restrained the emotions on his face, and said warmly, "I'll let Eucalyptus bring up a bowl of porridge. Would you like to eat something?"

The fingers that were originally placed on his short hair were easily grasped by the man.

Liang Shu blinked, thinking of the Buddhist scriptures and Lu Jinsheng's words, feeling a little nervous.

She stared at Gu Hansheng and stopped talking.

"What's the matter?" the man asked her.

The bright light fell on his face, and Liang Shu could see a small girl in his pupils.

After half a minute, she suddenly stretched out her hands around his neck, leaned up and pressed her face to the man's cheek.

The touch is very small, and the short stubble on the lower jaw pokes Liang Shu's lower jaw.

"You let the eucalyptus serve less porridge, I'll take a bath first."

He broke off Liang Shu's fingers, reached out to touch her face, and got up from the bed.

Not long after, Gu Hansheng folded back again, with an extra glass of milk in his hand, "Drink the milk first."

This time she was very obedient, took it and drank half a cup neatly and handed it to him.

Gu Hansheng got up and went to the cloakroom to change into home clothes, and went downstairs with an empty cup.

The porridge was warmed in the kitchen, and a small bowl of eucalyptus was filled and placed on a tray. The man walked out and said to the man standing in front of the French window in the living room: "Sir, will you send it to the wife now?"

He turned around, "I'll take it."

In the restaurant, Quyu started to talk several times but stopped.

Gu Hansheng glanced at her, not anxious to end the tray, but looked at Qu Yu, "Is there anything else?"

Eucalyptus lowered his head, a little nervous.

Two seconds later, she looked up at Gu Hansheng and said, "Sir, I just heard them say that the Buddhist scripture is worth ten million. Isn't it a pity to burn it like this?"

There was a pause, "The old lady in the house likes calligraphy and copying Buddhist scriptures. It's better to send it to the old lady..."

The gaze from the male owner of No. 0 Mansion above his head was very fierce, and Qu Yu's heart was stunned.

I just went to the kitchen with the Buddhist scriptures. Someone recognized this thing and kindly reminded her to come.

But Qu Yu didn't know the reasons for this Buddhist scripture, so naturally he didn't know that it annoyed Gu Hansheng.

She only felt that Mr. Gu's anger came quickly, even a little inexplicable.

"Do you think Gu Hansheng can't burn thousands of things?" Gu Hansheng curled his lips indifferently.

Qu Yu was frightened by the tone, and his shoulders shook, and he lowered his head even harder.

"Sir, I... I didn't mean that."

"Put away your cleverness, burn it immediately, and don't show up in front of my wife and me again."

"……Yes."

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

Eucalyptus fell into a chair as if collapsed.

In all fairness, she really didn't mean anything bad.

It's just a pity.

But unexpectedly...

...

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, she drank the two or three sips for ten minutes before putting it into her mouth.

Then he put the spoon aside and stared at Gu Hansheng who was sitting opposite.

Gu Hansheng noticed the noise and looked up at her from the magazine, then looked at the porridge bowl in front of her, "Half left."

"I can't eat it, it's enough," Liang Shu said.

After speaking, she seemed to reach out and touch her belly.

"Troublesome." He shook his head.

Gu Hansheng put away the financial magazine in his hand, leaned forward, and reached out to bring the bowl in front of her.

Regardless of how much, she pinched the edge of the porcelain bowl with her fingers and brought the porridge to her mouth, and drank the rest of her in two swipes.

Liang Shu was a little surprised.

"You said earlier that you wanted to eat it and let me prepare some eucalyptus for you. That's me..." Liang Shu looked at the empty bowl, "eat the rest."

The word "Yeah" pleased Gu Hansheng to a certain extent.

He came over, sat next to her, and took her into his arms.

Liang Shu smelled the scent of the shower gel on his body, with a touch of woody scent, and it was tickling.

The man leaned over and forced her into the corner.

Liang Shu put his hands on his chest and pushed him hard, unable to move.

"What are you doing?"

Immediately afterwards, the warmth of the thumb fell on her lips, and Liang Shu looked down and saw that it was a small grain of rice.

The woman blushed and bit her lower lip, "Just remind me, why..."

The moment he raised his head, Liang Shu was shocked again.

He directly put the white rice grains here into his mouth, pursing his lips and chewing, his appearance is still expensive, but his expression is a little charming.

The suspicious red spread quickly from her cheeks to the base of her ears. She stared at him, her heart beating for a moment.

She didn't expect that Gu Hansheng still had such a side, which was very surprising.

In addition to surprise, there is of course fright.

The atmosphere began to be a little ambiguous. Liang Shu got up and took two steps back again and again, with sly eyes in her eyes. She said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu, take the bowl, I'll go wash it again."

After speaking, Liang Shu turned around and walked into the bathroom, closing the door incidentally.

When he came out, the tableware on the low table was gone, and Gu Hansheng was not seen in the bedroom.

Liang Shu walked towards the window and patted the essence water on his face.

On the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a long figure, whose back was slender and tall, blending into the night.

The door from the bedroom to the balcony was not closed, and occasionally he heard his voice, pure American English.

Liang Shu's English is not too bad, and even during the time spent in communication, the other host asked that she can speak English, and daily communication is not a problem for her.

But Gu Hansheng's call was related to work. Liang Shu had a headache because of too many technical terms.

She turned around, opened the quilt and went to bed to look at her phone.

Compared with the afternoon, the news in the evening is not so hot.

But the topic between her and Gu Hansheng remained high.

Some people say that Mrs. Gu does not look like someone in the circle, because I have never seen it, and I don’t remember any daughter who looks like this, so everyone is curious about how Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu came together. of.

Someone said, "After eating melons for a day today, let me sum it up. This Mrs. Gu looks like she has no background and family. How can we get together? It’s just that Mr. Gu is excited. After all, who is the beautiful vase? I don't want to take it home and display it."

Then someone retorted, "I don't agree with the point upstairs very much. The person who spoke about Gu Hansheng seems to be like a fool. He is an old fritters in the business world. Which enterprises in Yucheng do not follow the Gu family, you are too superficial."

The more Liang Shu looks at it, the more funny it is.

If these people knew about her superior history, they would be shocked.

It’s also interesting to walk all the way, but my neck hurts a lot.

Liang Shu put down his phone and looked out the French window. Gu Hansheng's call was not over yet.

It was already past ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

She reached out and turned off the light, leaving the wall lamp on his side, retracting into the quilt and closing her eyes.

...

Gu Hansheng spoke on the phone for a full hour.

When the cable came in, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

She was not sleepy, and just barely fell asleep just now.

Liang Shu heard the moment the door was opened.

He walked towards her, bowed his head and pulled the quilt up to her, then leaned over to kiss Qin Liang Shu's face.

The woman shrank her neck and complained hoarsely, "Cold."

"You deserve to be cold." He stretched out his hand and touched Liang Shu's face, moving gently.

When the finger was about to leave, it was caught off guard to be pulled into the warmth.

Liang Shu grabbed his cold fingers and placed them directly under his neck.

At the first contact, she shrank, but did not flinch. Instead, she said, "Then I will warm up Mr. Gu, is that enough?"

In the dimly lit space, orange optical fibers shone from the other side of the bed, spreading unevenly on her long hair.

Her face was facing the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, so the eyes that looked at him seemed to contain thousands of stars.

Very bright.

With these eyes, have you seen the villain surnamed Lu?

My heart seemed to be stained with dust, sour and soft.

Originally planned to let her go, but in this case, Gu Hansheng felt it was impossible.

He squatted down, smiling with his lips.

Fingers squeezed the flesh between her neck and then slid into the quilt like a loach.

Liang Shu took a shower and wore the most comfortable home clothes. He didn't pay attention to it. Naturally, the inside was what he liked.

The palm feels soft to the touch.

Gu Hansheng tensed his face, couldn't help but smiled, and then he said, "Is it still cold?"

She nodded, "Cold, can you take your hand out?"

is it possible?

Naturally impossible.

Liang Shu looked at him seriously, and after about a minute, she felt cold, and Gu Hansheng directly lifted her quilt.

He hugged her in his arms, Liang Shu looked frightened, thinking that something had happened, and he stretched out his arms to hold his neck tightly regardless.

"What are you doing..."

This sentence is like a catalyst.

Liang Shu came out with Aunt Mei.

Some aspects were affected by her imperceptibly.

For example, when it's spoiled.

Those words are like the soft words of Wu Nong from the south of the Yangtze River in the gentle and gentle town of a hero, and the words and sentences are wireless and warm.

It grabs your chest like a cat's paw, it's a bit itchy, but you can't scratch it at all.

He lowered his head and bit on Liang Shu's shoulder.

Liang Shu was in pain, clutching his arm, confused, and begged him in a daze, "Don't bite me..."

Gu Hansheng pulled the quilt on the side to cover the two of them, and Liang Shu felt a little panting. At the moment, he didn't feel cold after such a tossing.

On the contrary, the temperature of both human bodies is somewhat high.

She raised her head and stared quietly at the man above her head looking down at her.

His hands were on her ears, and the faint wood fragrance from him rushed into Liang relieved his nose.

"What perfume does Mr. Gu usually use?"

There are a lot of men's and women's perfumes in the cloakroom. Liang Shu rarely studies them seriously, but every time he smells good.

It is undeniable that Gu Hansheng is a very attractive person.

Ordinary people smoke, you may feel disgusted.

But if Gu Hansheng smokes, you only think of charming.

It doesn't matter if he is holding the cigarette **** with his index finger and thumb to his lips.

Still with one hand akimbo, index finger and **** pinched a cigarette **** and squinted to think about things.

Or, he was sitting at the desk in a well-textured white shirt, with cufflinks open, and holding a pen in his right hand to sketch on the document, with a touch of scarlet between the tips of his left fingers.

There was soot falling on the paper, and he either frowned and brushed it off, or blew it off gently. There was a charm in it.

There is a fundamental difference between people who are rich and people who have no money.

Liang Shu thought of Jiang Jiucheng.

The man who did nothing and clung to Aunt May like a vampire all his life.

He also likes to smoke.

Ken spends time to smoke a hookah that is different from others, the cheapest one on the market.

Prepare all kinds of materials and light the paper blowing media. No matter how many dead people use the long beaded tongs filter, you can sit down on the sofa with your head down and a silver filter in it. in the afternoon.

There was a hoarse sound from the old phonograph on the cabinet next to it, and it was Aunt Mei who was singing the sultry "Peony Pavilion" with her throat.

In that way, he was a sluggish old man who collapsed in bed and smoked a big cigarette in the late Qing Dynasty.

There is no home, no country, only a skinny body.

What about Gu Hansheng?

Liang Shu knew that his tea set was in the tea room, and she couldn't estimate how much it was worth.

In addition to tea sets, there are also those cigarettes.

He used to smoke cigarettes only with that brand, Liang Shu once played with his cigarette box.

A small metal object, the cigarette filter inside is matte black, and the edge is connected to a circle of bronzing silk.

The smoke has no logo and is very low-key.

At first, she went to Baidu to find out what brand it was curiously. Later, she learned that some luxury goods would not appear in the public eye at all.

Just as before, Gu Hansheng had a closet full of clothes customized for her.

This is a cigarette.

Gu Hansheng smokes cigars like other wealthy people.

Quitting smoking is a matter of ritual.

The day before quitting smoking, Liang Shu was just getting better, and he could go to the ground every day, so he took her to the tea room to drink tea.

When he made tea, Liang Shu sat quietly and watched him roll tobacco.

The pile of brown-red silks seemed to have magical power under his fingers, slowly turning into a cigarette she had never seen before.

And next to it is a high-class Cuban cigar box. The fine cedar slices and long burnt matchsticks are scattered beside the box with cigarettes. The chaos reveals a sense of high-quality that makes Liang Shu awe-inspiring.

At this time, Liang Shu really felt the gap.

Xu is the man who rolled the shredded tobacco that day was so charming that Liang Shu felt a little pity when Qu Yu brought people around to search the cigarettes on and off the mansion.

But Gu Hansheng is a serious person, Liang Shu knows.

Since he wants children, he must quit smoking.

Just like at this moment, she fell into a trap without swaying her mind.

The light was dim, and Liang Shu was fascinated by the atmosphere.

When Gu Hansheng got closer, she buried her face in his chest.

The woman sniffed, regretting that she could no longer smell the lingering smell of smoke.

"A Shu, concentrate." He would pick it up and clamp her jaw in a vise.

Liang Shu was bewitched by the look in his eyes, and then he was dizzy.

Gu Hansheng is not in a hurry tonight.

He kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, then her eyes, nose, lips...

This is not enough.

Next, is the beautifully shaped collarbone.

But for him, it was not enough.

...

Liang Shu felt a bit cold in the room, perhaps because she didn't cover the quilt.

She squeezed her fingers, but didn't get anything.

Look up.

It was discovered that the quilt had long been thrown on the ground.

Only one corner remained at the end of the bed.

Liang Shu raised his head slightly and looked down at him.

The limbs don't look like their own.

A little tired.

She was breathing heavily, looking at the ceiling with her eyes open.

I am really grateful that the two of them are in No. 0 Mansion, which is in a detached house, which is soundproof and soundproof.

In the middle of the night, only Qu Yu lived downstairs in the entire mansion, and no one would hear her voice.

Otherwise, Liang Shu feels that he must have no face to meet people.

She was like a thirsty fish, and there seemed to be a scorching sun above her head. She was thrown on the beach and exposed to the sun, and all the moisture in her body was absorbed.

All the water that was lost was taken over by Gu Hansheng.

It's not that she didn't help him like this, she would be embarrassed at first, but she really entered the state.

No matter where Liang Shu can manage other things, he alone is enough to make her uncomfortable.

At this moment, the two roles changed.

He treated her in the same way, not letting go of everything, and in the end he focused on conquering only one place.

This is a brand new experience.

He had never been like this before the two were crazy.

Gu Hansheng seemed crazy tonight.

In the midst of the ups and downs, Liang Shu felt like he was floating on the cloud for a while, and then he fell down like a jumping machine.

The feeling of weightlessness is hundreds of times that of taking a lift.

But you can also fall together, let you feel the most extreme pleasure.

It's scary and contradictory.

Liang Shu grabbed his hair and breathed. He was about to collapse.

It was a long torture.

When she thought it was about to end, Gu Hansheng suddenly turned on the wall lamp on her side.

So the light is brighter.

Liang Shu's thoughts returned, and she became more sober. She raised her head slightly and looked at it, and found that Gu Hansheng's eyes were very focused.

His focus is not her, but her inner thigh.