They had lived together for six years, and what they had said in six years was not more than a week now, and if he had really liked her before, the two would not have been so strange, so strange that she couldn't feel his presence at all.
She'd seen him talk to Nian Chu, and she'd seen him smile at the woman.
"Joan, I promise."
Gu Zhiheng held her hand, with serious piety in his eyes: "I promise that what I said is true." ” "And what do you like about me?"
Joan had red eyes and a soft voice: "Fat or ugly, or inferior?"
” She smiled wryly: "You can make me happy." ” Gu Zhiheng held her hand tighter, just afraid that she would pull her hand out, he stared at her with burning eyes: "When you were a sophomore, I saw you in the library once, and then I watched you in the library for a week. ” Gu Zhiheng thought of that time, when she was not yet twenty years old, Ruhua's state of mind was very pure, sitting alone near the window, writing and painting with her head down, sitting for several hours.
When he looked at it, he only felt that she was quiet and elegant, so beautiful that it made his heart move.
Later, he opened her picture book and found the children's novels she wrote, and learned that her pen name was Gu Qiao, and her obsession was so deep that her appearance was no longer important.
It's not that I didn't care about my appearance, however, after the comparison, the feeling of liking is more important.
Qiao Ann was stunned, she often went to the largest library in Qingcheng during her four years of college, and today she also passed, because it was quiet there, and occasionally, she would bring a computer over.
"Then why don't I know?"
Joan said very aggrievedly: "Then you like me?"
I don't believe it. ” She is not Gu Zhiheng, and when she stops there, she can attract everyone's attention.
"One afternoon after you went to the bathroom, I flipped through your drawing book."
Gu Zhiheng said awkwardly: "You are painting the Hongdou family." ” The impact of this sentence was so great that Qiao An looked at Gu Zhiheng as if he had seen a ghost.
After a long time, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Gu Zhiheng: "You have read my picture book, you know that I am writing children's novels." ” No wonder he saw that he was reading her newly published book last time, and the publisher hadn't sent it to her yet, but he got it first, and she didn't ask.
Gu Zhiheng coughed: "I just flipped it casually, I didn't look at it much." ” He wasn't going to tell Joan about the rest of the story.
"Whoever believes in unfounded things is a fool."
Qiao An fell on the bed suddenly: "You go out, don't sit on my bed, I don't want to see you all this time." ” Gu Zhiheng's face darkened.
Qiao An's chin was raised: "You said you like me, people say that you are favored without fear, now you like me, and you still don't let me?"
” Gu Zhiheng: "......"
He found that Qiao An still had a set of skills for messing around.
If anyone likes it more, it must be her, if she hadn't loved him miserably, he didn't know that a girl would be so crazy, obviously timid, but dared to do those things for him.
"Don't be sad."
Gu Zhiheng said softly: "What I said is the truth. ” "Give you a look and see for yourself."
Qiao An glanced at Gu Zhiheng from the corner of her eye.
"Even if you really like me for a few years, so what?"
Joan put her hand under her nose, her two index fingers tapping each other, and she muttered, "It's not cheating yet." ”