The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 3
Aunt Chen packed up the dishes and left, and closed the studio door behind her. Gu Mo kept wandering around the room, not intending to leave at all. Looking back at Zhang Lailai, who was still painting, her profile was like that of India. Just like in the painting, the beauty is a bit too much, but this kind of beauty has never belonged to me.

Gu Mo's mind became irritable, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, "How are you and Zheng Lang?"

The arm froze when it was raised in the air. The word "Zheng Lang" was undoubtedly Zhang Lailai's Ni Lin. She suddenly lost her good face, and looked back at him carefully, "Are you also here to see my joke?"

"Probably." The thick smoke made him squint his eyes, and he took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, letting the smell of smoke pervade his fingertips, blurring his facial features.

"Gu Mo! You actually smoke in my studio!" Zhang Lailai screamed loudly.

Gu Mo stopped and seemed to be taken aback for a moment, "Didn't you smoke before?"

"I quit a long time ago, what if you go out to smoke and ruin my painting?" Zhang Lailai jumped up from the chair and stared at him angrily.

Zhang Lailai's words seemed to have turned into echoes, ringing in Gu Mo's ears non-stop. He suddenly approached Zhang Lailai, trapping her between himself and the window, and holding her on the glass with a cigarette between his fingers. She didn't speak, but just looked at her with those deep eyes, which made her feel numb all over. The tall figure almost shrouded Zhang Lailai's whole body under the shadow. This sense of oppression made Zhang Lailai treat him thoroughly. Strange up.

"You..." As soon as Zhang Lailai said a word, Gu Mo pushed open the window behind her, threw down the cigarette in his hand, and then closed it again.

"Is it all right now?" He put his hands in his pockets, glanced at her casually, and turned around without hesitation.

He turned around neatly, and his back was a little thin, which for no reason reminded Zhang Lailai of seven years ago when he left with the same determination, striding forward without looking back. Regretted, but she didn't say anything to keep her after all.

It was rare for her to be silent. The brush painted heavy and depressing colors on the drawing board. The dense lines were like a mess. She looked up at Gu Mo. His tall figure could not find any traces of the past. His once young and thin skeleton, Now it has been reborn, like a wolf with strength.

The sun shines in from the window, illuminating the studio beautifully. Whether it is the decoration or the paintings on the walls and cabinets, they are all dyed with an unparalleled beauty, whether it is the sharp contrast of colors or the shocking The style of painting, just like her, is full of tension, with a bit of sharp beauty.

Gu Mo just looked at one by one, neither in a hurry nor impatiently, and looked at each one very seriously. Occasionally, he stretched out his slender fingers to walk along the outline of the painting, as if treating a lover with tenderness.

This kind of Gu Mo is unfamiliar, Zhang Lailai can't figure out his preferences, let alone guess his thoughts, he seems to have been reborn, there is nothing she is familiar with from the inside to the outside.

"Are you trying to see flowers in me?" Gu Mo turned around and looked at her indifferently.

Zhang Lailai immediately withdrew his examining gaze, pretending to be coloring on the drawing board.

Gu Mo also turned around and continued to look at the unfinished paintings on the wall. Gradually, he saw the cabinet. The paintings on it were obviously carefully selected by her, and some of them were award-winning paintings, which were placed together with the trophies.The corners of Gu Mo's mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and his fingertips slid gently on it. He saw a big box, and just opened it, but the paintings inside made him freeze.

It was as if a sky full of drawing paper was flying around him, rushing down, the sketching Zheng Lang, the colorful Zheng Lang, the oil painting Zheng Lang, the sleeping Zheng Lang, the smiling Zheng Lang, the indifferent Zheng Lang, countless Zheng Lang floated around him, like a curse that made him breathless.

"Who told you to move my painting!" Zhang Lailai jumped up suddenly, angrily grabbed the painting in his hand, put it back into the box, and closed the box forcefully, making a loud "bang".

Zhang Lailai Gu Mo saw such an angry Zhang Lailai once, many years ago, when he was being bullied, Zhang Lailai at that time used this expression to stand in front of him, shouting loudly: "You guys! Who dares to touch Gu Mo's finger! I want you to look good!"

Thinking of these things, Gu Mo fell silent. Facing Zhang Lailai's questioning, he turned a deaf ear to it. He just took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his head tilted. "Pedal" ran to the window, pulled the window open forcefully, and threw the smoke down hard.

"What are you making me angry at?" Gu Mo was still indifferent, and raised his chin slightly to look at her back that could not be calmed down, "Everyone knows that Zheng Lang didn't show up at the engagement banquet all day, which made you an entire business man. world joke."

Zhang Lailai clenched his fingers tightly, and said in a dead voice, "If you want to laugh, laugh, and when you're done laughing, get out."

"Hehe." A mocking sneer spewed out from his cold lips, mercilessly, "I haven't seen enough of your Zhang Lailai's jokes, and I won't get out of here yet."

After Gu Mo finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door. Zhang Lailai threw the drawing board at him fiercely, hitting the door with a "bang". The drawing paper left colorful marks on the wall, and fell on the wall again. He fell to the ground, looking embarrassed.

"I don't think my aunt will let me go for the time being. Don't worry, we have plenty of time to get along well." Gu Mo's weeping voice came from outside the door again, and then the footsteps went away.

Zhang Lailai took a long breath before forcing himself to calm down.

"Gu Mo!" When he mentioned this name again, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Seven years, will it really change a person to this point?

When she was alone, Zhang Lailai was always silent. She walked quietly to the door and picked up the drawing board, wiped the stains on it vigorously, crumpled up the ruined painting and threw it in the trash can. After a few laps, it finally stopped.

The box that Gu Mo opened not only touched her hidden wounds, but also opened some of her dusty memories. Zhang Lailai clearly felt that a certain balance point in life seemed to have been touched by Gu Mo .

The big box that has been opened is like a huge mouth waiting to devour her. Zhang Lailai hid on the ground and folded the paintings inside one by one. A box full of memories, she and Zheng The process of Lang's acquaintance is clearly displayed.

When she got up, her legs were numb, and it took a long time to stand up. She found a small lock from the cabinet, locked the box firmly, and then threw the key into the garden through the window, and it fell into the grass. It disappeared all of a sudden, and Zhang Lailai lay on the window staring blankly.

Gu Mo appeared at the door again and knocked on the door.

"What?"

"Aunt told you to go downstairs for dinner." He left after speaking.

(End of this chapter)