"Miaomiao, is it really okay for you to show off your love with Mr. Shen every day?"
Gu Qimiao quickly retracted her gaze and turned to greet with a smile, "Sister i."
Sister i teased her, "You’ve already got him, and you’re still getting lovestruck over your own husband?"
Gu Qimiao blushed, "No, I’m not!"
"Just now at the door, who was the woman hugging her husband and not letting go? So shaless."
"You were spying!"
Sister i chuckled mischievously, "Who was spying? You were so blatant! Seeing you, I almost died of jealousy! Your husband is not only handso but also dotes on you. Did you save the world in your previous life?"
Gu Qimiao smiled happily, "Maybe."
Otherwise, how could she have t him?
They were born worlds apart. He had always been the high and mighty young master, while she was a stray girl on the street.
If it weren’t for his initiative, they might never have crossed paths, or maybe she wouldn’t even be alive today.
Her feelings for him probably started from childhood’s innocent ignorance, right?
Maybe it was because when she was starving, he handed her a cake, or because he gave her his coat to keep her warm, or because he took the dirty little her back ho.
Who knows when he filled her heart completely.
When he was still in the Gu family, his personality was quite withdrawn. At that ti, she felt like the two of them were the only ones in the Gu family who relied on each other.
They both cared for each other, wanting to escape but unable to resist the cruelty of reality.
Fate eventually separated them. She thought that would be the end, but fate gave her a huge surprise. If she hadn’t saved the world in her previous life, how could she be so lucky that the person she liked also happened to like her.
Holding a paintbrush, outlining on the paper, a smile on her lips, each stroke carrying happiness.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from outside, her brush paused as she looked at the girl who entered.
"Xiaoxiao?"
"Gigi!" Xiaoxiao ran over excitedly and sat opposite her.
Gu Qimiao just realized that school had started. Seeing Xiaoxiao looking so happy, it must have sothing to do with Gu Moming.
Xiaoxiao eagerly took out a small box from her bag, opened it carefully, and Gu Qimiao curiously leaned over to look. Inside was a crookedly folded paper crane.
Before she could express her confusion, Xiaoxiao said, "Mo Ming folded this!"
Gu Qimiao was slightly surprised. She didn’t expect that he could do such delicate work. Since it was folded by him, this level of crookedness was actually quite good since at least it was recognizable as a paper crane.
"When I was in the hospital, I was so bored that I cut paper and folded it to play, praying for Mo Ming to get better soon. He usually didn’t talk to , but last night he asked what I was doing, and I was so flattered."
Xiaoxiao excitedly recounted, "He took a piece of paper, looked at it, and asked how to fold. So I taught him, hand by hand!"
Gu Qimiao laughed at her little emotions, staring at the paper crane, pretending to be a bit disdainful, "So this is the finished product?"
Xiaoxiao imdiately defended, "Gigi, don’t look down on it! Compared to what he folded before, this one is quite beautiful! I want to keep it!"
Gu Qimiao sighed, "My brother is truly blessed."
It is indeed a blessing to have Xiaoxiao like him so much. Seeing their relationship start to improve is a good sign.
"I ca back to register, then took half a month’s leave. By the ti Mo Ming is discharged, it should be about ti." Xiaoxiao said full of hope, "I feel like he doesn’t dislike that much recently. Maybe as ti goes by, he might actually like ?"
She muttered to herself, silly happy without waiting for anyone else’s opinion.
"Gigi, what does your brother like to eat usually? I want to make him sothing."
"He..." Gu Qimiao’s eyes rolled, thinking hard. She didn’t really know what he specifically liked to eat. At ho, she never cooked for him. Usually, they both ate out, trying different tastes, and he never seed picky.
"If he likes anything...at! As long as there is at, he likes it."
"at? What kind? Stead, braised, or fried?"
Gu Qimiao: "...Any kind, he’s not hard to feed."
Xiaoxiao giggled, "Feed? It sounds like raising a puppy."
"Don’t spoil him too much. He already has a bad temper, he needs discipline, not indulgence."
Xiaoxiao completely ignored the advice, "Then I’ll go learn how to cook all kinds of at dishes, make different things for him every day."
After speaking, she put the paper crane back in the box, placed it in her bag, then got up and said, "Gigi, I have to catch the bus. Talk to you next ti!"
"Take care of my brother!"
She made an OK gesture and paused at the door, smiling, "For a lifeti!"
Gu Qimiao smiled at her departing figure, feeling infected by her happiness.
If she could settle Gu Moming’s lifelong matter, she would be completely at ease.
His previous girlfriends were all wealthy girls with voluptuous figures, all extravagant and spoiled, with terrible tempers, but he liked that kind.
Always thought his future wife would have such a personality. She worried if that kind of woman could take care of him? Maybe even after marriage, she would have to worry, perhaps double the worry.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoxiao appeared. Although she was also a child of a wealthy family and their darling, she had no spoiled temperant, was thoughtful, caring, with a good temper, and her heart fully devoted to Gu Moming.
If this relationship could succeed, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful romance, but she was still unsure of Gu Moming’s attitude.
Listening to Xiaoxiao, it seed he was showing so change, perhaps slowly being influenced by her good nature, maybe even trying to accept her.
On weekends, when Gu Qimiao had ti off, she would visit him in the hospital. He still had his usual foul expression, but it was clear that he was doing it on purpose, sotis taunting her, "Got married and still rember to see if I’m dead or not?"
Gu Qimiao glared at him, "I seldom co to see you, can’t you speak nicely?"
"Oh? Blaming for my bad tone now? You’ve really taken on the attitude, haven’t you?"
Gu Qimiao turned to Xiaoxiao beside her and asked, "When can he be discharged?"
"This week, it should be fine. Look, he can walk on his own, the doctor said he’s recovering well, and he’s been very conscientious with his rehabilitation."
Feeling ignored, Gu Moming sighed from the side, "Do you still care about my life or death? Are you hoping I die so no one would scold you in the future?"
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