Gu Shao and his wife are sweet

Chapter 804 869. For you, my beating heart

Standing at the doorway on the top of the building where the north wind was howling, Murong Nishang was full of doubts.

Why come to a place that is colder than a refrigerator on a winter night?

This is self torture!

"Follow me!" Gu Xi Jue said with a faint smile, and stretched out his big hand.

Murong Nishang didn't put her little hand in his, but her little face was still wary. "I think, I shouldn't let go, I shouldn't hug you, so I don't have to be tricked by you to come here to eat the northwest wind."

"Fool, why would I be willing to torture you like this." Gu Xi Jue laughed, this little woman's brain must have been frozen to think so.

He grabbed Murong Nishang's little hand and pulled her out.

However, his big hands were warm and soft, with only a little callus, and it was very comfortable to hold them.

He also put on the hood of her coat in time, and held her in his arms. She didn't suffer much from the cold.

Well, he protected her well.

The lights on the roof were not turned on, and it was pitch black. It wasn't until they got closer that Murong Nishang realized that there had been obvious changes on the roof where only the helicopters were placed before.

"What is this?" She pointed to the rectangular building in front of her, her bright eyes sparkling with surprise.

In front of them, there was something like a small house that they hadn't seen before.

Murong Nishang found it very novel, and didn't know what was inside.

"Go in and have a look." Gu Xijue took her hand, pressed her fingerprints, and the door opened.

The two of them walked in, blocking the north wind and feeling less cold.

However, he didn't turn on the light, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Murong Nishang stood still, pouted, and looked at Gu Xijue displeased. "How do you see it without turning on the light? Are you kidding me?"

"Really, you were not like this before, but now you are so used to it that you have no patience at all."

When Gu Xijue spoke, he smiled helplessly, and pinched her delicate face with his big hand, his eyes were full of doting.

Don't blame other people, this is my wife, needless to say who spoiled her.

I am used to it, and I suffer it.

"You were good to me before. I always gave five stars. Recently, I don't want to give one star." Murong Nishang commented on Gu Xijue's recent performance with a pretty face.

"Cough..." His wife gave a bad review, Gu Xi Jue was also very depressed, and looked at her with a wry smile. "I just know it's not good, so I want to do something so that you can revise your evaluation."

Before Murong Nishang had time to ask him what he was going to do, the lights suddenly turned on here.

"Wow!" The moment the light was turned on, Murong Nishang's expression was stunned, she held her face in her hands, her starry eyes flashed non-stop, and she let out an exclamation from her small mouth.

It turned out that this is a small transparent house, about [-] square meters, decorated with strings of fingernail-sized LED light bulbs on the four walls, which also serve as lighting.

To Murong Nishang's surprise, on the wall in front of her, there was a heart shape made of hundreds of small red light bulbs.

The shape of the heart is about one meter by one meter, and the small red light bulbs flicker like a living, beating heart.

"Does it look good?" Gu Xi Jue put his arms around her shoulders, and the two of them faced the beating heart.

Murong Nishang turned his head, and he also felt it. Turning his head at the same time, the eyes of the two met unexpectedly and met together.

Looking at each other, Gu Xijue saw the sweet smile on Murong Nishang's face.

"It looks so good that I want to cry!"

"To you, my beating heart, and to you, too, a belated Christmas present."

Gu Xi Jue moved a step, and stood face to face with Murong Nishang, his gentle misty eyes enveloped her thinly, and his voice was also mellow and intoxicating.

　Even though some readers said they wanted to abuse Young Master Gu, the author still loves him like his own son, and wrote these warm chapters for him...

　　Also, when I say rest, I don't mean retirement, let alone abandonment of writing.

　　In fact, every year starting a few days before the Spring Festival, the number of people reading the article will drop significantly, and it will not return to normal until everyone starts school.

　　Therefore, taking a break means updating less every day, not no more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)