Sweet pet 100 points: Lawyer husband is too clingy

But these things, Gu Mubai can't explain to Song Qingyu one by one - it's not necessary or necessary.

Gu Mubai didn't know how long he could live in Paris. Later, he simply put down the suitcase and didn't pack it. He planned to go to Paris to buy daily necessities just like last year with only a personal computer.

He bought a new cat climbing frame, from the floor to the ceiling, enough for Gu Baiyu to play for a day.After Gu Mubai bought the air ticket, he realized that Gu Baiyu had jumped onto the top of the bookcase through the cat climbing frame, and kept yelling at the inside of the cabinet.

Gu Mubai thought it was because it couldn't jump off by itself, but when he moved the chair to hug it, he found that there was an exquisite box where Gu Baiyu had been yelling at.

The topmost place is for books and decorations that are not commonly used. According to Song Qingyu's personality, he would not place things indiscriminately.

Gu Mubai frowned, opened the box, and froze there.

For a long time, Gu Mubai's mind was blank, it was Gu Baiyu who slapped him again with his claws, and then he remembered that he was still standing on the stool.

Gu Mubai put the cat on the ground stiffly, looked at the contents of the box in his hand, and subconsciously touched the ring on his left hand.

Inside the box was the ring necklace that should be worn on Song Qingyu's chest.I don't know when it was taken off, but there is already dust on the box.

When was it taken down?Because the relationship has always been stiff, Gu Mubai couldn't see the necklace on her chest when she was sleeping at night.The last time I carried her to the hospital, because I was too nervous, I didn't bother to see if the necklace was still there.

When was it taken down?

Gu Mubai stroked the necklace, but the necklace was cold without any warmth.

He even took off the ring, do you really dislike him?Looking at the ring in the box, it was still exquisite.For a moment, Gu Mubai thought, she should have put it on in the first place.At least, it won't let her take it off so easily.

Gu Mubai took out the small pendant on his chest, feeling indescribably sad.It feels like a drowning person who has given up breathing, even his heart has been abandoned.

When Gu Mubai arrived in Paris, there was one day before Christmas Eve, which was much earlier than last year. Unlike last year, this year's Gu Mubai didn't even bring Bai Hong with him.Thinking that Chen Yuqi's people are still in Paris, and Chen Yuqi is Lin Jingshen's biological child, no matter what he must pay attention to Song Qingyu's safety, Gu Mubai is not worried about this.

Gu Mubai walked around in a circle: Song Qingyu's favorite street, favorite coffee shop, favorite commercial plaza... After walking around for a whole day, Gu Mubai just felt cold.

When it snows in Paris, it's so cold.

Thinking this way, he walked around the street again and again.

Paris has already started preparing for Christmas. He puts the box containing the ring and necklace in his pocket, and when the wind comes, it seems that there is only the hot temperature there.

Sad temperature.

It's Christmas Eve again, I don't know if it's an illusion or it's the truth, Song Qingyu walks on the street, always feels that this year's Christmas is much colder and more deserted than last year.

The Champs-Elysées are full of Christmas trees, and the banks of the Seine are lit up with warm lights, as if these things are placed there, this Christmas can be more lively.

But this year's snow is a bit heavy, and the crowds are indeed much smaller.

After Song Qingyu wrapped her scarf, holding the umbrella that Li Ran gave her, she walked to Chen Yuqi's coffee shop under the thick snowflakes.

I haven't seen it for a year, and the corner here for Li Ran has "abolished" its privileges, and has become the most popular location in the cafe that needs to be booked to get it - not only can you see all kinds of flowers, but you can also eat Coffee and desserts made by the boss.Fortunately, Li Ran was not jealous.

Also because of this location and the story of the girl that Chen Yuqi published in the magazine, the coffee shop became famous in one fell swoop, and because Chen Yuqi made amazing desserts, the reputation spread quickly.

When he came to Paris, Song Qingyu saw this coffee shop in a travel post, and it was actually a five-star recommended place.

A few days ago, Li Ran told Song Qingyu that this special seat on Christmas Eve was reserved for Song Qingyu.In order not to disappoint the delicious food and coffee, Song Qingyu had to go no matter what.

Probably because of Christmas Eve, there were only a few people in the coffee shop. Judging from the language, they probably came from abroad with Song Qingyu and came here for the name.From this point of view, it seems that it is not difficult for Song Qingyu to be given this position under the Christmas Eve sky.

Song Qingyu hooked the corners of his mouth and sat down in his seat.This winter, Chen Yuqi planted evergreens outside, covered with thick snow, which has a bit of Chinese style.

Chen Yang came over with the prepared dessert and coffee, and said in a gentle voice, "Please enjoy."

After a year of no contact, Chen Yang's face finally began to become sharp, gradually resembling his mother.

Song Qingyu thanked her and asked, "Where are your brother and your sister-in-law?"

Chen Yang seemed to be used to the love of this couple, so he replied calmly: "Today, on Christmas Eve, they went out to play. The coffee and desserts are all made by my brother, and the one in the corner..."

Chen Yang cast his gaze on a piece of strawberry cake in the far corner - it was a very small piece of strawberry cake, but it could be seen that the people who put it on the plate had put their best effort into it, and it looked small and delicate.

"You made it?" Song Qingyu brought the plate of strawberry cake in front of her.

Such a child who has been repressed since childhood is really cute and shy.Song Qingyu always felt that Chen Yang was about the same age as Song Qingyan, they were forced to mature, and there was still an innocent child in his heart.

Song Qingyu knew such a little boy too well, so Chen Yang didn't speak, and Song Qingyu could guess what Chen Yang meant.

Hearing Song Qingyu's question, Chen Yang's ears turned red immediately, "My brother keeps saying it's bad, but my sister-in-law and he have different opinions. I think they are not so reliable, and you are the only one who can ask... "

Song Qingyu knew it by heart.Chen Yuqi and Li Ran, one loves to tease his younger brother since childhood, and the other looks indifferent but takes extra care of his younger brother. It is impossible for other customers in the coffee shop to be tasters. It seems that now, it seems that only he is the most suitable referee.

"If it doesn't taste good, I won't comfort you." Song Qingyu smiled at Chen Yang, and was about to strike with a fork.

Chen Yang nodded, and in the next second, he hurriedly held down the plate of cakes, and said nervously: "You should eat what my brother made first, it doesn't matter if you eat mine or not."

Song Qingyu smiled, and dug a piece while Chen Yang was not paying attention. After tasting the taste, Song Qingyu was a little stunned.

Chen Yang looked at her nervously, "If it doesn't taste good, you can spit it out. After drinking coffee, it won't affect the taste of the next dessert..."

Song Qingyu quickly shook his head, gave him a thumbs up very positively, and looked at him seriously: "Compared with your brother!"

Chen Yang's frown suddenly relaxed: "Really?"

Song Qingyu took the cake back, smiled at Chen Yang, and said in French: "Happy Christmas Eve, the technique of making desserts has improved a little, and you will become a very good dessert chef."

Chen Yang pursed his lips, and after a long time, he finally choked out a sentence: "...Oh." After finishing speaking, he walked away step by step stiffly, his ears were so red that he could bleed.

Song Qingyu looked at the strawberry cake on the table and couldn't help laughing.

"Strawberry cake..." The snow stopped, Song Qingyu looked at the snow outside the window and murmured.

It seems that on his birthday, Gu Mubai also bought strawberry cake.

Song Qingyu drank his coffee quietly and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

After all the customers in the coffee shop had left, Chen Yang packed up everything before reminding Song Qingyu that it was time to go back.

Song Qingyu came back to his senses, thanked her, said goodbye, and left the cafe with an umbrella.

Song Qingyu looked at the sky illuminated by the lights, and after a long time, finally took a step forward.The snow was so thick that it made creaking noises when walking on it, but Song Qingyu hadn't walked for long when she keenly noticed a series of creaking sounds behind her.

But looking back around, they were all the last batch of workers who hurried home and got off work at the latest.

That creaking sound followed Song Qingyu all the time. When Song Qingyu left, it also sounded, and when Song Qingyu stopped, it also stopped following Song Qingyu's footsteps.Everyone is celebrating the New Year on Christmas Eve, and the street corners are not like in China, where there are still security guards.

When he was about to go downstairs to the apartment, Song Qingyu sighed, not knowing what to say, so he turned around and called out the name that had been hovering in his heart countless times: "Gu Mubai?"

But when he turned around, he saw that there was no one behind him, only two series of footprints, one big and one small, walking all the way.

Song Qingyu was silent for two seconds, and finally opened the door downstairs without saying a word.When opening the door, the door was also opened to the maximum before walking in and upstairs.

Song Qingyu's apartment is on the sixth floor, and there is no elevator here. The two of them just walked in the corridors one after the other. Song Qingyu didn't look back, and the people behind didn't take the initiative to step forward.

"Did no one ever tell you that you look like a stalker?" Song Qingyu asked.

No one answered, only the sound of untidy shoes stepping on the stairs.

In the end, only a long corridor remained.The management staff of the apartment walked past Song Qingyu, stopped, and held Song Qingyu vigilantly: "Honey, is this man your friend?"

Song Qingyu moved his head slightly, and never turned his head to look at the people behind him. He just caught a glimpse of the man's black windbreaker. Song Qingyu smiled at the woman: "Sorry, this is my husband. He just arrived in Paris today."

The woman is still worried: "Honey, don't you go back and check?"

"I smell it." Song Qingyu said softly. I don't know if he was speaking to the woman or the people who followed him all the way. "I am very familiar with Burberry's British woody fragrance. He probably sprayed it on purpose today. It's thick, you want me to notice him."