Sheng Qianqian frowned and walked out. Sure enough, she saw Xiaoliu carrying a lot of things in large and small bags on the coffee table in the living room. Behind him stood an aunt in her fifties.
Sheng Qianqian had a sullen face and found it difficult to be friendly: "Xiao Liu, what does Gu Nanjue mean?"
Xiao Liu had a sly smile on his face, "Well Madam, the eldest son said that he was afraid that you wouldn't be used to Western food, so I specially found a Chinese cook for you. The food cooked by this aunt is delicious. We worked overtime a few days ago. This aunt made them all for us. Oh, that the eldest son said that he has been very busy recently and probably doesn't have time to accompany you around Paris, so he asked you to stay here for a while and treat it as a vacation. "
Sheng Qianqian sneered in disbelief: "A vacation? Are you blind, Xiaoliu? What kind of vacation did I take? What on earth does he want to do? Is he playing prison?"
Xiaoliu felt aggrieved. He silently wanted to say, well, this is probably what the eldest son meant
But how dare he? He saw that his wife¡¯s face was quite ugly
Xiao Liu didn¡¯t say anything. Sheng Qianqian angrily picked up the porcelain on the table and smashed it over.
Xiaoliuhou ducked away and said hurriedly and aggrievedly: "Madam, I'll make peace with you now that you're here Well, I have something else to do I'll leave first. This Aunt Li will come over to make lunch for you at noon every day. In the evening The eldest son said he would make it for you when he came back"
Sheng Qianqian sneered coldly: "He will arrange it get out!"
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Sheng Qianqian felt that she had never been so angry or wronged in more than thirty years.
He silently slammed the door into the bedroom and fell asleep.
Naturally, I didn¡¯t eat lunch, so I slept like a groggy night.
Gu Nanjue came back from get off work quite late. As Aunt Li reported, the woman didn¡¯t touch a bite of the food on the table.
The nearly 200-square-meter room was empty and unpopular.
He first took a shower in the guest room and put on clean home clothes, then opened the door to the master bedroom.
He thought the woman was sleeping, but when he opened the bedroom door, he found the woman sitting on the carpet next to the sofa.
There was no heating in the room, and although the carpet was spread out, she was very thinly dressed, with a thin cardigan over a long skirt, and she felt cold just thinking about it.
Gu Nanjue was naturally displeased. He turned on the headlight of the bedroom before walking in. He took a few long steps in, picked her up from the ground without saying a word, and pushed her into the sofa.
He grabbed her chin, and the coolness of the skin under his palm made his heart feel even tighter.
Finally unable to hold it back, Gu Nanjue lost his temper: "Sheng Qianqian, do you really have to kill me to make you happy?"
The man was so strong that Sheng Qianqian felt as if her jaw would be crushed. She bit her lip and stared at him coldly: "Give me back your passport and other documents"
Gu Nanjue frowned with a stern expression, "When will you let go of your anger, when will you reconcile with me, and when will you return it to you?"
"Gu Nanjue, don't force me."
Gu Nanjue suddenly felt that this woman was twisting her so hard that he wanted to strangle her to death. His throat was rolling again and again, "Sheng Qianqian, if you think you can twist her better than me, then we will waste time together in Paris."
After he finished speaking, he removed the weight from his hands, propped himself up and looked down at her, "Aunt Li said you didn't eat for lunch. Do you want to go out to eat in the evening or do you want me to cook it for you?"
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"Okay, if you don't say anything, I'll just assume that you want to eat at home." As Gu Nanjue said this, he got up and went through the woman's suitcase. He found a fairly thick sweater and put it on her. Walk out of the bedroom. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com