The Reluctant Bride

Didn’t you know which book it said before?

A man's heart and body can be separated. Isn’t it true that you are thinking of a woman in your heart, but you can sleep with other women?

Maybe it's more exaggerated. When he was with her, he regarded her as the shadow of another woman.

Very boring thought, but it can't stop it. His face was stained with haze.

Gu Xuewen noticed the change in her complexion, hooped her waist with his big hands, and raised the corners of her mouth, which made her inexplicably happy.

"Our soldiers are more straightforward, where our hearts are."

"Who knows? It's amazing to be a soldier?" Zuo Panqing rolled his eyes to him, a little deliberately provocative: "Do you know that people's hearts are getting worse now? They all like to say one thing and do another. No exception."

"Then you mean, you are also the kind of person who says one thing and does another thing?" Gu Xuewen gagged her with her words: "You are with me, and your heart is with other men?"

"Gu Xuewen." Zuo Panqing was so angry that she raised her hand and was about to punch him twice. Gu Xuewen grabbed her hand, wrapped her little hand in his own, and put her arm around her waist as soon as the arm was transferred.

"Stop it. It's late."

"Ah." Zuo Panqing screamed and pushed Gu Xuewen away hard: "I hate it, it's all you."

"what happened?"

"I still have work to do."

Zuo Panqing walked to the table and sat down. Look at the design drawing in front of you. Gu Xuewen stepped forward and took her arm: "What's the matter?"

"I have to hand in five design drawings tomorrow."

Zuo Panqing was depressed, that Xuanyuanzhen must be deliberate. How can it be done in one day?

But if she didn't paint well, how did she get back the pair of cufflinks that she gave to Gu Xuewen?

"Five copies?" Gu Xuewen didn't quite understand her occupation, and didn't know whether five copies were more or less, but seeing Zuo Panqing's entangled look, we knew that this task was a bit heavy: "Is it tomorrow morning?"

"Huh?" Zuo Panqing was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Gu Xuewen: "Yeah. Tomorrow."

Xuanyuanzhen didn't seem to say whether it was morning or evening, right?

"If you didn't say whether it was tomorrow morning or afternoon. Why don't you paint during the day tomorrow?"

Gu Xuewen looked at the time and didn't want her to work too hard. Zuo Panqing pursed her lips and looked at the white paper on the table.

"Forget it. I'd better draw a little today."

She is not too confident. Five design drafts with different styles and male accessories.

You know, she has always touched relatively little on this one. In the past, women's accessories were painted the most. Waved to Gu Xuewen: "Go to sleep. Leave me alone."

Zuo Panqing is a very stubborn person. She must bring back the cufflinks she specially designed for Gu Xuewen.

With thoughts, she sat down. Not reconciled, Gu Xuewen stepped forward and hugged her waist: "I said, shouldn't you go to roll the sheets at this time?"

"Stop it." Zuo Panqing opened his hand, flashing information about cufflinks in his mind.

"I think about it. Five styles—"

Compared with the variety of women's clothing, men's clothing, especially men's suits, have basically not changed much in the past 100 years. It's nothing more than changing some fabrics and details.

And the accessories that men can wear, except watches, are buckled. Many big brands of men's clothing will introduce cufflinks when they launch new clothes.

Some are even limited editions. Some of the upper-class men even like to collect quilts.

The style of being buttoned should match the temperament of the man himself. It can be elegant, playful, unruly, and fancy.

From the cufflinks to the present, the styles have changed. In addition to the traditional round and square. There are many other shapes now.

Zuo Panqing stared at the blank paper in front of her, thinking about her mood today.

Low, jealous, cheerful, happy. sweet. It seems that every mood can be expressed by one.

Do what you think. Zuo Panqing picked up the strokes and started to draw.

Gu Xuewen stood behind her, looking at Zuo Panqing's concentration. Some people say that serious women are the most beautiful. He found that it was so.

She lowered her head and concentrated on drawing, which looked very beautiful.

The desk lamp shone on her face, making her skin white and delicate, with a sense of transparency.

"Zuo Panqing?" I called her, and found that she didn't even care about what she meant. Fucked his eyebrows and sighed, Gu Xuewen turned and left, and decided to take a bath first.

Gu Xuewen took a good bath, went to bed with a book and waited for her for a long time, but no one was seen.

The male dignity was injured, and he went into the study again. Zuo Panqing was still on the table, drawing very attentively. Several design drafts were scattered on the table.

Gu Xuewen didn't look at the pictures, and directly hugged Zuo Panqing.

"Ah--" Zuo Panqing screamed, and the pen in her hand fell on the table and then rolled to the ground. In order to prevent him from falling, he instinctively stretched out his hand to hold Gu Xuewen's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"It's late, go to bed."

"I, I haven't finished the painting yet." She just finished a copy, and needs to change it.

"It's the same for painting tomorrow." Gu Xuewen was very strong, and walked to the room holding her: "Don't check what time it is. Go to bed."

"I want to go to bed after painting."

Zuo Panqing's voice was a little bit sweet, but she was not very tenacious in resistance. She yawned and she was really tired.

"Say it first. I'm sleepy. I want to sleep. Don't touch me."

Gu Xuewen's reaction was to glance at her, and the corners of his lips rose slightly: "Do you think it is possible?"

"Pervert." Zuo Panqing rolled his eyes at him: "Can you think of anything other than that?"

"Yes." Gu Xuewen had already embraced her into the room and put her on the bed with a playful expression: "I'm thinking, maybe we can change it today."

"Gu Xuewen." Zuo Panqing stretched out a hand and pushed his chest: "I'm all sweaty on my body, can you let me take a bath first?"

"It's all sweat?" Gu Xuewen raised his eyebrows and leaned his hands toward her back: "Let me check if it's true."

"Gu Xuewen--" Zuo Panqing's words were kissed by him, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say. For a man who has been hungry all night, any resistance from her is superfluous.

In fact, resistance is not very tenacious, more like catering. Zuo Panqing has never felt his existence like today. Every time he enters, every rhythm. Every collision with her.

The body climbed to the peak of joy in extreme tremors. Accompanied by his every movement. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, drawing him closer to herself.

As the body gets closer, the heart gets closer.

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When Zuo Panqing got up, Gu Xuewen was gone. After yawning, she still wanted to sleep.

Fortunately in my heart, fortunately tomorrow is Saturday. You can rest after today.

It's just that, after washing up and going into the kitchen, he didn't see the breakfast that Gu Xuewen had prepared for him, and stuck out his tongue, with a little sincere complaint.

"Sure enough, men are like this, so I don't cherish it when I get it."

Thinking like this in my heart, I understand that he may have an urgent task. She took a sip of milk, the cold temperature made her a little uncomfortable.

For the first time in her life, she heated the milk before drinking it.

Drinking milk is considered breakfast. Zuo Panqing went into the study to tidy up the design drawings drawn yesterday and went to work.

One day passed in the non-stop drawing.

When she was about to get off work, she finally picked out five design drawings that she had drew and changed, and drew it again n times, which she believed to be more satisfactory. .

Take those design drawings to the top floor. Still the **** secretary yesterday.

"Zuo Design. Are you looking for the president?"

"Yes." Zuo Panqing was anxious to get her cufflinks back: "I want to ask, is he there?"

"Excuse me." The secretary shrugged: "The president is not here today. He has something to go out."

"Ah?" Zuo Panqing was depressed, and Xuanyuan was not there, so how could she get her work back?

"Excuse me, when will he be back?"

"I don't know this." The secretary shook his head: "He is the boss, and I am not the boss. He doesn't need to report to me where he goes."

"Excuse me. I didn't mean that." Zuo Panqing was embarrassed, and Xuanyuan said clearly that if she didn't give the picture to her today, she wouldn't give it back to her, so what would she do? Wait or not?

"Do you have the president's phone number? Can I speak to him?"

"Okay," the secretary readily picked up the landline and pressed a few numbers. Soon, the call was connected, but--,

There was a ringing of cell phone in the president's office, and the secretary frowned and hung up the phone: "You are out of luck. The president forgot to bring his cell phone."

Zuo Panqing wanted to roll his eyes. Who is the boss? Even if you are a big boss, you will forget your mobile phone. Look at the time and leave work in half an hour: "I will come back later."

Since Xuanyuanzhen forgot to bring his mobile phone. Then I will definitely come back to pick it up: "I'm sorry, if the president will come back to pick up the mobile phone, can you tell me about it? Or tell him that I came to him?"

"No problem." The secretary smiled: "If he will come back, I will help you to tell."

"Thank you." Zuo Panqing nodded to her, turned and left.

Zuo Panqing went downstairs and left, when the door of the president's office opened. Xuanyuanzhen came out from the inside and glanced at the secretary: "Performance is good. I will ask Finance to give you a 10% salary increase next month."

"Thank you, President." The secretary nodded, with a hint of joy in his eyes: "This is what I should do."

"Yeah." Xuanyuan shook the car key in his hand: "I'll go first. If the left design will come up later, I will say, I called you and told you that I will come back to get my mobile phone."

"Yes." The secretary nodded and watched Xuanyuanzhen leave. When he got off work, Zuo Panqing came.

"Hello, didn't the president come back?"

"No." The secretary shrugged, a look of helplessness flashed across his face: "He used to come back to get his phone, but this time he didn't."

"Oh." Zuo Panqing nodded, then glanced at the secretary: "Can I wait for him here?" Talking about her bed.

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First today, Khan, knock on the bathroom today. It must be noisy, what should I do? Woohoo. I will try to update it.

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