Gu Zhiqingyan

Chapter 1005 As long as you are happy

Dongfang Jue stood up and said, "Xiaoyue, I'll take you back to your room. I need to go to the study to handle some business. I'll accompany you in half an hour, huh?"

"Yes." Mi Ziyue nodded.

Dongfang Jue sent her back to the room. He immediately left the bedroom and went to the study, closed the door, walked to the French windows, looked at the green grass in the courtyard illuminated by the light, looked back, took out his phone, and called Cheng Ziming.

The call was quickly picked up.

"A Jue."

Dongfang Jue's expression was grim, with one hand in his pocket, his eyes narrowed, "Ziming, help me make an appointment with Dr. Andrew tomorrow."

"Did you decide so soon? Did you decide to kill Si Ran this time?" Cheng Ziming asked.

"No, kill Xiaoyue." Dongfang Jue said firmly.

"Uh... You made up your mind so quickly, what stimulated you? What did Mi Ziyue do?" Cheng Ziming asked curiously.

"She hurt Mo'er." Dongfang Jue said in a cold voice.

For whatever reason, this is the second time.

Xiao Yue touched his bottom line.

"Fuck! What did that dead woman do? What's wrong with my Mo'er? Where's the injury? I'll come right over!" Cheng Ziming jumped on the other end of the phone.

"No, Ziming, Mo'er was just slapped. It's fine. Don't come here. Make an appointment for me. I'll bring Xiaoyue over tomorrow morning." Dongfang Jue said.

"A slap? Ah Jue, it's easy to say, Mo'er is still a four-year-old child, his mother actually slapped him, the important thing is not whether it hurts, it will cause a psychological shadow on him." Cheng Ziming died of anger up.

He really wanted to catch Mi Ziyue and beat him up.

"Mo'er can tell the difference between Xiaoyue and Xiaoran," Dongfang Jue said.

"Damn!" Cheng Ziming was silent for a few seconds, and said pleasantly, "My Moer's IQ is really high. No wonder I often want to steal him home."

"Don't even think about it, if you want the child to find Yuan Huanchen and have one, it doesn't matter if you have ten." Dongfang Jue said.

"...I can't find it." Cheng Ziming's voice stopped for a long time before he murmured.

"Ziming, there is no high or low in love. Yuan Huanchen is proud, and you are also stubborn. It has been several years. If you still refuse to bow your head, you may really have no future." Dongfang Jue advised.

Although Cheng Ziming looked cheerful on the surface, didn't care much about anything, and seemed easy to talk to, but he was high-minded, as a good brother, Dongfang Jue knew it.

"I don't want to look for it, I'm tired." Cheng Ziming said again.

Dongfang Jue was silent for a few seconds, and did not continue this topic, saying: "Don't come here, make an appointment with the doctor for me, and I will bring Xiaoyue over tomorrow."

"Okay. A Jue, as long as you are happy, I am satisfied." Cheng Ziming said suddenly.

Dongfang Jue instantly felt that his heart was stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he was very bored.

If it wasn't for Xiaoyue, how could Yuan Huanchen have left Ziming behind?

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

With that said, Cheng Ziming hung up the phone.

Dongfang Jue stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the scenery outside the window in a trance.

After a long time, he turned around and went straight to Dongfang Mo's children's room.

Jiang Guiru was lying on the children's bed with Dongfang Mo in her arms, looking a little cramped. Jiang Guiru was talking to the little guy, and the two giggled.

It is said that they are intergenerational relatives, and they are indeed right.

Dongfang Jue walked in, but neither of them noticed.

"Mother." Dongfang Jue stood by the bed.

"After comforting Mi Ziyue, did you finally come to see your mother and son?" Jiang Guiru said sourly.

Ever since Mi Ziyue appeared, she felt that she had raised a son for nothing.

"Daddy." Dongfang Mo got up from Jiang Guiru's arms, and sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing cute cartoon pajamas.

Jiang Guiru also sat up, but stared at Dongfang Jue.

"Mo'er," Dongfang Jue reached out to touch his small head, and looked down at his swollen cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

Dongfang Mo shook his head, stood up suddenly, hugged Dongfang Jue's neck, and bit his ear.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I deliberately made her unhappy. I just want Mommy to come back."

Dongfang Jue patted his small body, and said softly: "Daddy knows, Daddy promises you, Mummy will be back soon, you are not allowed to do such dangerous things in the future, do you know?"

Xiaoyue has only herself in her eyes, and Dongfang Jue knows this very well.

If she really hurt Mo'er, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Understood." Dongfang Mo nodded his head and asked again, "Is Mommy really coming back soon?"

"En." Dongfang Jue nodded.

"What are you father and son talking about quietly?" Jiang Guiru, who was ignored, asked with gusto.

Dongfang Mo got an affirmative answer, closed his eyes with a smile, turned his head, and waved his little hand at Jiang Guiru: "Grandma, this is a secret between us men, and women should not know it."

Jiang Guiru was amused by him, and hugged him: "You're a kid, and you're still a man's secret. Tell me, what are you talking about behind your grandma's back?"

"Hehe...don't say it." Dongfang Mo shook his head like a rattle, and his smile was infectious.

"Speak or not?" Jiang Guiru played with him, scratching him so that he rolled all over the bed.

"Hehehe... don't say it, don't say it..."

The corners of Dongfang Jue's lips twitched as if there was nothing, and he left the room silently.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the master bedroom, he met Mi Ziyue's longing eyes.

"A Jue, you're back." Seeing him, Mi Ziyue's eyes lit up immediately.

Dongfang Jue couldn't bear it for a moment, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He held her ankle, stared at her gauze-wrapped foot, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Mi Ziyue shook her head.

She reached out and kneaded Dongfang Jue's shoulder: "Ah Jue, you are injured, so don't work so hard, money is endless, we just need to spend enough."

In those three years, she always liked to massage his shoulders.

It was very unfamiliar at first, so she learned it from a teacher, and her skills got better and better.

With just a few presses, Dongfang Jue felt that the exhaustion all over his body had dissipated. He closed his eyes involuntarily and let out a comfortable sigh.

The corners of Mi Ziyue's lips were raised, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Dongfang Jue opened his eyes and saw her like this.

He grabbed her arm and hugged her into his arms: "Xiaoyue..."

"Ah Jue..." Mi Ziyue stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and rubbed her cheek against his neck.

Dongfang Jue's heart trembled, he held her hand even harder, covered her head with the other hand, turned his head and kissed her soft hair, he lowered his eyes, the bottom of which was full of pain.

Whether it is Xiaoyue or Xiaoran, there is no difference to him, they are one person.

Xiao Yue is Xiao Ran who is sick.

She is just sick.

But he had to make a decision, even for Mo'er.

"Okay, go wash up." Mi Ziyue pushed him away.

"En." Dongfang Jue held her face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Mi Ziyue just laughed, the smile was full of satisfaction.

He is her light, shining into her heart when she is most painful and desperate, otherwise she doesn't know what extreme she will go to.

(End of this chapter)