Mr.Gu, sweet wife is so warm

Attending Liang's mother's funeral undoubtedly makes Su Liu recall what happened in the sanatorium yesterday, but if she is not allowed to go, I'm afraid she will hate herself all her life.

Gu Shiqing hesitated for a moment, but he made a firm decision.

Su Liu's lips pulled slightly, and her pale eyes suddenly fell on Gu Shi and looked at him.

Seeing the slight change on Su Liu's face, Gu Shi tilted his throat and choked slightly. He was sure that his decision was right.

"Eat something. I don't think you want to faint at Liang's mother's funeral tomorrow." Gu Shiqing handed the spoon

Go, the woman's slender hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the bowl from Gu Shiqing's hand, drank it, drank the soup in the bowl, picked up the small bowl with food on one side, and ate it completely.

Gu Shiqing cleaned up the purulent wound for her again. After bandaging, he watched her sleep and went to the study.

The next morning, Su Liu got up early.

Gu Shiqing deliberately came late. She was worried that it would make her rest. When she pushed the door in, she had washed well, changed her clothes, tied a trace of her soft black hair behind her head, sat on the * * and looked at him.

Seeing her dressed in black, Gu Shi fell in love. It was like stabbing a barb. It hurt, but he was unable to pull it out.

On the way, there was a rustle of snow. The whole colorful and fast-paced city became quiet and slow after being covered with a layer of snow, whether it was pedestrians on the road, vehicles on the road, or light snowflakes.

Su Liu sat in the back seat, beside Gu Shiqing.

She suddenly opened the window and stretched out her hand. When the cold snowflakes fell on her fingertips, they were slightly cold. The cold temperature passed from the fingertips to her heart through the blood.

"Close the window, it's cold outside."

Gu Shiqing was worried that she was ill and said low.

Watching Su Liu close the window, Gu Shiqing is more worried.

On weekdays, Su Liu has never been so obedient.

When he arrived at the mourning hall set up in the villa in the suburbs, Gu Shiqing opened the door for Su Liu, helped her out, wrapped her scarf around her, tied her tightly, and then gently told, "let's go, don't give people trouble."

Whether out of selfishness or for Su Liu's consideration, he didn't want her to stay here too long.

Gu Shi stretched out his hand to hold her, but her right hand was tightly put in the bag, pinched into a fist and refused to loosen it.

It seems that this has been the case since I took care of the house.

He didn't want to force her to change to the other side, took his left hand and took her in. In the dead snow, the people around him suddenly opened their mouth, as thin as mosquitoes and flies, but he just could hear clearly.

"Gu Shiqing, if you go to the ground, will it be colder?"

Gu Shiqing clenched her hand and gave her a gentle meal. His face stiffened.

He didn't know how to answer her. When he entered the mourning hall, he saw that it was cold and quiet, and there were only three or four sporadic people offering flowers, his eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently.

He has heard of Liang's story for a long time.

Liang Su's father died in love. The * * raised outside forced him to marry. He was so anxious that he simply kicked the other party. But unexpectedly, the woman hired a killer and came home to take his and Liang's mother's life.

Liang's father was stabbed more than 20 times, and Liang's mother escaped by chance.

When the police went and began to intervene in the investigation, Liang's father died miserably, and Liang's mother suffered from serious depression. As the culprit, * * also took paraquat in the rental house.

The matter is over.

At that time, the city seemed to be swept with snow, cold and lonely.

Since that incident, people who used to have close contacts with Liang have been separated. Liang inherited from the young Liang Su and barely supported himself in the shaky state until now.

People's hearts are hot and cold. Liang's mother has died. It's human nature that those people don't want to come.

But what he didn't expect was that even Liang Su wasn't here.

After stepping into the mourning hall, Su Liu gave a incense stick, knelt down and knocked her head ten times.

In the empty mourning hall, a few scattered people focused their eyes on Su Liu.

Su Liu, like a pool of stagnant water, stared quietly at the photos placed in front of the coffin, or the photo taken by Liang mu in front of the ancient building 20 years ago. The young and gentle woman seems to have the temperament of a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, with a graceful smile and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Su Liu's heart seemed to be blocked. It was clear that her numb heart was gently painful, making her unable to breathe.

An hour later, the people in the mourning hall had dispersed and empty. Only Su Liu and Gu Shiqing were there. Li Feng stood outside the door, waited, leaned against the door, looked at the ice and snow outside and sighed.

"Let's go?" Gu Shiqing pulled La suliu, but she didn't move at all. She knelt as if there was no one else, and her pupils had been engraved on the last picture in front of her.

The wind and snow roaring outside could be heard. Su Liu stubbornly refused to get up and talk to Gu Shiqing. Gu Shiqing sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Gu, there was a call from the company, and the company's system was maliciously invaded, which has caused tens of millions of losses since early this morning." Li Feng strode into the mourning hall after receiving a call.

In order to take care of Su Liu, Gu Shiqing has already set his call to silent. Several hours have passed, and he knows nothing about it.

Gu Shi rubs his eyebrows with a headache and makes a quick decision. He still makes a decision and goes out.

When he went outside, Gu Shiqing took the car key from Li Feng's hand, opened the door and whispered, "you'll find a bodyguard to guard the outside immediately. After you've handled it properly, come to the company again."

He doesn't want the last thing to happen again. Even if it's one percent chance, he will never leave any more disasters.

……

The cold wind blew from the window. Xia Li opened the door with the spare key and pushed the door in. A strong and disgusting smell of wine came to his nose. The big room was full of the cheapest smell of beer and the dirt on the ground.

Xia Li faded off his coat, helped the man lying on the ground to the police, cleaned up the messy and dirty room, opened the windows and ventilated them before turning them off again and sprinkled perfume.

The sobering soup in the kitchen was just ready. She went to the * * and patted the man's blushing face.

"Ashu." she squatted in front of the * * and gently called his name.

Liang Su slept heavily. His thick black eyelashes looked like a girl, but his facial features were very clear. Xia Li raised his hand and tried to smooth his eyebrows, but he returned in vain.