Husband of chaebol wins love

Old Qin turned around and saw it, and he sternly reminded: "Panpan, put away your thoughts and don't make trouble for yourself! Mr. Gu is not the one you covet!"

Zuo Panpan pursed his lips and snorted, "Let me see what's wrong?"

"Shut up!" Old Qin shouted in a low voice, "What do you think this is? It's your home? You'll suffer if you don't say anything! If you don't want to do it, go back as soon as possible!"

Don't get him involved here, he doesn't have Ruan Changjiang's good skills, and it's not easy to stay in the Gu family until today.

When Zuo Panpan saw that the old uncle was angry, he suddenly became silent: "Got it."

Lao Qin glared at her and sent her off to work.

The advisor stood at the door of the bedroom, the half-closed door left a thin gap, and he could imagine the graceful undulating gesture of those beautiful hands on the black and white keys, which was far more skillful and dexterous than when she seduced him many.

A song full of sadness and helplessness, after a long prelude, finally ushered in her struggle.

Fierce, passionate, full of intense emotion, the way she stretched out her kitten's paw every time, trying to scratch him.Weak, helpless, and full of tears, her pitiful posture made him want to destroy everything about her!
He pushed the door in.

Ruan Ruan is immersed in her own world, the sound of the piano flowing under her fingertips is her mood, and the black and white piano keys can relieve her pain and inner hesitation...

Her shoulders sank, and the voice of the advisor rang in her ears: "You play the piano beautifully."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the elongated ending sounded like her trembling body, feeble like the last whine.

"Did I bother you?" He asked with a smile, his fingers covered hers, and pressed on the keys one after another. The intermittent keys seemed to be choking, "Sure enough, you still play well."

He said his, Ruan Ruan didn't answer.

But after a few times, he finally felt bored, stopped torturing her with his voice, held her shoulders, traced the shape of her ears with his lips, and said vaguely: "...you said you didn't eat much today? Don't want to Eat? Still can't eat?"

She shrank her body and passively let him do whatever he wanted until her ears hurt.

This is him warning her, asking her to answer his question: "I can't eat it."

She answered truthfully.

"Can't eat?" The advisor smiled, sat on the piano bench, hugged her and sat on his lap, brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and traced her eyebrows and eyes, "Do you want to know about Uncle Ruan?"

She opened her eyes and looked at his face close at hand.Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of telling him the answer directly, she took the initiative to kiss his face, like a kitten pleasing its master.

The advisor was satisfied with her obedience at the moment, "The things have been recovered."

She was eager to know more, and she showed her cuteness with actions even more enthusiastically.

The keys of the piano were suddenly pressed heavily, making chaotic sounds of different lengths, like the strings of a cello being cut, thick and piercing, sometimes regular and sometimes chaotic, until it gradually stopped after a long time.

The warm water fell on her body, and she sat obediently on the small stool until the foam was left in her eyes before wiping it with the towel in her hand.

The advisor was plucking at her hair one after another. The glass wall was covered with mist, and only the rustling massage between the hair and the foam could be heard.

"Does my dad need surgery?" she asked.

"Need not."

"Will he hurt?"

"do not know."

"Where's my mother?"

"Scared."

"Where is Ruan Hao?"

"justifiable defense."

"Where's Ruan Yi?"

The advisor glanced at her: "Emotionally stable."

She hugged her knees: "Oh."

I don't know if I'm relieved, and I didn't ask again after that.

In the bathroom, the sound of water dripping.

The advisor took the shower head and turned it on. The water flowed down the foam little by little, and gathered at her feet to form a small mountain of foam. She reached out to poke it, but he suddenly washed it away with the shower head, "Dirty, don't bump!"

She silently withdrew her hand, watching the foam being washed into the sewer by the water.Cleanliness is a disease that can be cured.But the counselor, it is estimated that there is no cure in this life.

A clean and soft bath towel wrapped her body, and the advisor rubbed her long hair with the towel. She sat obediently on the sofa, and the sound of the hair dryer made the empty bedroom lively.

With her eyes closed, her blown hair fluttering, she just needs to sit still.

The bedroom was finally quiet, she opened her eyes, the advisor combed her hair with his hands, looked at her for a while, looked at her little red face, nodded, "Not bad."

She put her nightgown over her head, and now she knew how to please him, and how to be a good evening companion.

If there is anything she has been worried about, it must be the words that the advisor once said.

She would never have his child, absolutely not!
Just thinking about it made her feel horrified and ridiculous. How could she give birth to a child of a lunatic?

To Ruan Ruan, the advisor was not seriously ill.

His cleanliness is a disease, he trapped her here is a disease, he forced her to spend a good night together every night is a disease, even he forced her to eat all kinds of food is a disease... His whole body is a disease, no cure can cure it The good kind.

The birthday was repeated every day, and she began to record the time that belonged to her.

Three days have passed.

Four days passed.

It is her pleasure to spend her time alone in the room by playing the piano during the day.

It doesn't matter to her whether the door is open or closed, what matters is that she can play the piano.

"Miss Ruan, your lunch." Zuo Panpan stood at the door holding a tray, and she took the opportunity to look at Ruan Ruan.

She has a beautiful profile, and her slightly lowered eyes make her look very gentle.

It's a pity that her small face is too pale, and she seems to be much thinner than when she first appeared, which makes her look very weak.

Zuo Panpan pursed his lips, this is the white lotus type that can confuse men especially, it is good at pretending to be weak and innocent, it makes people sick.

Thinking of this woman having the opportunity to accompany Mr. Gu every night, she felt sour from the bottom of her heart. Why does Mr. Gu insist on such a woman who can fall down when the wind blows?
Apart from playing the piano, there seems to be nothing special.

Ruan Ruan was immersed in the sound of the piano, she didn't raise her head at all, she didn't even open her eyes, the smooth sound of the piano came out beautifully, and she played the last melody tirelessly.

"Miss Ruan!" Zuo Panpan raised his voice, "It's time to eat!"

The sound of the piano stopped, Ruan Ruan stretched out his hand to close the piano cover, without looking at her: "You take it down, I don't want to eat."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ruan. Mr. Gu took care of me when he left. Miss Ruan must eat this meal, otherwise, our work will not be easy."

Zuo Panpan is different from Lao Qin. Lao Qin talks to anyone related to his master with a tone of respect to the point of almost humility. fair and equal.

Ruan Ruan was silent for a while, "I see, you put it down."

Look how arrogant she is, she doesn't look people straight.

Zuo Panpan put the tray on the table, turned around and left: "I will come to collect it in half an hour. Please use it slowly!"

Turning around the corridor, Zuo Panpan sneered, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and muttered loudly: "What kind of fork are you pretending to be, a bastard who is kept by others is also qualified to pick and choose..."