Depressed wife runs with the ball

Chu Yue waved her hand and wrote a few words: A pot of tea promises the passing of time, half a scroll of leisurely reading comforts life. However, when writing that new word, her hand deliberately trembled, so the horizontal strokes were a little droopy, and the vertical stroke was also deliberately written a little crooked.

After writing a few words, Mr. Zhou's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in amazement, "Oh my, oh my, this doesn't look like something a girl wrote. It flows smoothly, has a graceful and coherent style, and the writing is wonderful! Great! Great! It's truly wonderful!"

How could the old man not see that his skills were inferior to others, and this girl deliberately gave him face? He thought both the person and the writing were very good.

Chu Yue turned left and right, searching for the seal. Zhou Xingzhi handed her a piece of stone, a Shoushan stone that looked expensive. Turning it over, he saw the words "Chu Yue Drunk Writing" written on it.

It is suitable for today's occasion. Chu Yue put the seal away and finally did not stamp it.

"This writing is not good. This handwriting is not good." Chu Yue threw down the pen, left the table, grabbed the teacher's hand, leaned on her shoulder and fell asleep coquettishly.

Zhou Jihuai was still wondering who this Chu Yue was. Just now, when he heard her talking about the Chu family's craftsmanship, he suddenly remembered that Chu Jie'an seemed to know some calligraphy. Could she be his daughter?

Chu Jie'an has such a beautiful and talented daughter? I've never heard him mention it.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at her brother-in-law. All night long, his eyes were fixed on this girl. The whole world knew that he liked this girl, but this girl was the only one pretending to be stupid.

It was past 1 a.m. when the party finally ended. Chu Yue had drunk a bit too much and had fallen asleep in the car. Zhou Xingzhi sent the teacher back to her room. Teacher Yang said, "Mr. Zhou, Xiaoyue drank a bit too much today. She's not a very emotionally intelligent child. I hope your father doesn't mind what I said."

"That's not true, Professor Yang. My father likes her very much. What's more, calligraphy is nothing to him. Compared with her, I am indeed a little overestimating my own abilities." He stood at the door and replied politely and humbly.

"Xiaoyue isn't good at socializing, Mr. Zhou. She doesn't really know what love is. Some things need to be taken slowly."

"Okay, thank you Professor Yang for your guidance."

After Zhou Xingzhi said goodbye to his teacher, he went downstairs and got in the car. Chu Yue sat in the car, holding her cheeks with both hands, her eyes blurred, watching him get in the car, looking at him seriously.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell after drinking too much?" He gestured to the driver to drive. He touched her forehead and it wasn't hot.

Chu Yue threw herself into his arms. The pine-like dew after the rain on his body made people feel at ease at this moment.

Zhou Xingzhi was stunned, his arms stiff. He wasn't sure if she was drunk and mistook him for Teacher Yang, or if she was just thinking of someone else. She even nuzzled his neck and found a comfortable angle to lie down.

"Yueyue..." The fragrance of her hair came into his nose, and her soft body leaned on him. Her little face had a drunken flush, and her breath fell on his chest. Through the thin white shirt, it made him feel itchy and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Zhou Xingzhi, I miss my grandparents." Chu Yue hugged him and refused to let go. She didn't have the same atmosphere as their family. She only had memories with her grandparents, only memories.

She didn't think of him as someone else, she just missed her grandparents. A surge of pity welled up in her heart, just like when she'd been lying in the hospital bed. Her hands slid onto her back, soothing her.

He didn't know when the person in his arms had fallen asleep, so he asked the driver to drive the car to his home. The car stopped in the underground parking lot, he carried the person on his back and walked towards the elevator.

Only after he put her on the bed did he feel slightly relieved. Teacher Yang said that some things needed to be taken slowly. He smoothed the loose hair from her neck, looking at her sleeping face, his gaze drifting to her red lips, but he never dared to kiss them. He swallowed the heat in his body and wanted to leave the room.

As she stood up, Chu Yue grabbed his left thumb and murmured to herself, "Grandma...knows everything in the world. Why don't you want to see me? I didn't do something right, did I?"

These words were spoken in a crying voice. When she sat back on the bed, she realized that she had already shed two lines of tears.

"You did a great job. No one is better than you." He comforted her softly, wiped away the tears on her face with his big hands, kissed her forehead, and lay down beside her with his clothes on.

Chu Yue had a dream that night and woke early. Turning around, she nearly kissed the person next to her. She gasped, taking in the person next to her, and her heart calmed down a bit. She tiptoed to her feet, quietly opened the door, groped for the switch in the living room, and turned on the light, only to realize, uh... it wasn't her home. She had been to Zhou Xingzhi's house before, but only to the dressing room.

She looked at her watch. It was a little after five in the morning. The winter was chilly, and the bamboo leaves outside the French window swayed in gusts, but the room was warm, unlike her little home.

Suddenly I thought of Zhou Xingzhi, who lives in such a big house, but has been living in my own small house for several months. He is as tall as jade and has to curl up in that double sofa every night. It is rare that he can persist for so long.

She lay on the sofa, covering herself with her coat, thinking that she still had to go to work during the day, and that a little more sleep would not make her look too haggard. At around 6:00 in the morning, the aunt opened the door and was startled to see a person lying on the sofa with the lights on. She approached and saw that it was Chu's special assistant who was at the company every day.

"Oh, why don't you sleep in your room?" Auntie said to Chu Yue's face. Before Chu Yue woke up, she carried the shopping basket and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Zhou Xingzhi knew everything from the moment she woke up, stood up, and walked out of the room. He was afraid of scaring her and didn't dare open his eyes. When she walked out of the room, he felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.

Before her aunt finished making breakfast, Chu Yue had already gotten up from the sofa and asked her to get some toiletries to wash up. After making breakfast, her aunt stared at the door and said, "Why did Mr. Zhou get up so late today?"

It was the first time Chu Yue heard someone call him Mr. Zhou. With a piece of steamed bread in his mouth, he said, "I'll go and call him. It doesn't matter if he's late. I'll get my salary docked if I'm late."

I tiptoed to open the door, and he really wasn't awake yet. I climbed onto the bed and looked at him up close. Suddenly, I realized that he was actually quite good-looking. He looked a bit like his mother, and his eyes and eyebrows looked a bit like his father.

After chewing the steamed bread in her mouth, she licked her lips and wanted to call him to get up, but Zhou Xingzhi used his big hands to hold her in his arms.

Did this girl really think she was such a gentleman, someone who could remain calm even when someone made love to her? "Sleep a little longer." He felt her body stiffen, his heart pounding in his chest. He was afraid she would become disgusted and distant after the forced kiss, just like before, so he didn't dare to go any further.

"Zhou Xingzhi...Auntie has prepared breakfast, and...I'll be late." Her voice trembled unconsciously, and she put her hands on the bed, trying to struggle to get up. The big hand on her waist exerted a little force and pressed her back onto him.

"I'll give you a day off today." His voice was low and hoarse, and his body temperature was gradually getting hot. The winter clothes could not cover up the impulse in his body, but reason told him to take it slow.

Holiday? Really? Regardless of whether it was a holiday or not, wasn't this gesture too... too intimate? "Um... Auntie's outside..." She had meant to say that she was waiting for him to get up and have breakfast, but before she finished, it seemed even more ambiguous.

"Want to take a shower?"

She was still wearing the same goose yellow dress from last night. I thought she would leave quietly, but I never expected her to step into this room again. Does this prove that she is not that disgusted with me?

Taking a shower? It seemed even more ambiguous, and she didn't have any change of clothes. "Let me get up first..." She tried to get up, but the hand on her waist seemed to be holding her tighter and tighter.

I'm afraid she won't be able to get up. Zhou Xingzhi stared at her with burning eyes, as if he was staring at his prey. "Yueyue, do you want to try it with me? Fall in love."

"Aren't you going to work?" She subconsciously avoided the question and changed the subject.

"Let's go somewhere today and meet someone we want to meet." Seeing that she was no longer resisting like she did at the beginning, he stroked her soft hair with his right hand, thinking of what she said in her dream last night, and felt pity in his heart.

Go see someone she wants to see? She wants to see Teacher Yang. Today is the first day of the art festival, so shouldn't he be busy with a lot of things? Who should she go see? She should get up first, right?