Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

I heard that time will make companionship the most beautiful love story.

Qin Muchen, from now on, I like you and it has become a concern that I will never mention.

Have me with you.

You kill and set fire, or do nothing, as long as you don't hurt yourself, it's good.

I'll stay with you, it's okay to watch you like other women.

Who’s calling, you Qin Muchen, Gu Shinian feels distressed.

...

When Gu Shinian was sober, she found herself lying in a warm embrace.

A faint smell of smoke permeated the tip of the nose.

She was taken aback, and was surprised to discover when she ran into Qin Muchen's arms!

Qin Muchen lowered his head and glanced at her, his slightly hollow eyes jumped slightly away, his slender fingers sandwiched a menthol cigarette, placed it next to his mouth, took a sip, and exhaled clouds of smoke.

Gu Shinian moved her lips twice, trying to say something, but her husky tone was stuck deep in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Qin Muchen pinched the cigarette, tossed his finger, traversed a flamboyant arc, and landed in the trash can accurately.

"Hurt by me?"

He asked, his voice extremely hoarse.

Rough, not the clear voice at all.

Gu Shinian felt a pain in her heart, so she raised her hand and stroked the wound on her forehead. After the whole night, the swelling seemed to get worse.

She shook her head calmly: "No, it has nothing to do with you."

"Hehe, I'm so stupid. When I smashed the screen, the glass flew over and didn't have time to hide. But luckily it was my forehead. If my face was shaved, I would lose my face."

She pretended to be relaxed.

Qin Muchen looked at her without any fluctuations in his eyes.

Most of the things last night, piecemeal, can't be remembered.

He didn't want to think again.

After watching him for a long time, his thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered three words: "Gu Twelve."

Three years ago, Qin Muchen would occasionally call this nickname.

She asked him more than once, how did the name Gu Twelve come from? He will not answer every time.

Three years later, when he called this name again, she still looked blank.

"Gu Twelve."

He lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, his fingers wrapped around her soft hair, and his low voice was mixed with a trace of complexity and deep meaning.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Gu Shinian's eyes widened, holding the bed sheet nervously with both hands.

What's wrong with him?

Qin Muchen didn't go deep, tasted a kiss, and clicked.

"Scared?" he asked suddenly.

He was so crazy yesterday.

"I do have an illness, and it's not mild."

"Moreover, it breaks out at any time."

Gu Shinian's eyes flashed, and she smiled: "I am a disaster. I have always been the only one who harmed others."

Qin Muchen pulled his lower lip, as if smiling: "I'm afraid, it's too late. You can only stay."

Stay with him, Gu Twelve.

Who's calling, he only has her.

She is the only one left.

Either selfishness, coercion, coercion and temptation do not matter.

He had a hunch that Qin Muchen became like this, and only Gu Shinian was the only one who could hold him.

Once lost, his life must lose all the light.

Now, he finally understood why he would call her Gu Twelve three years ago.

It turned out that three years ago, he had moved his thoughts that he shouldn't have.

The child really wants to have her blood.

The house really wants to spend the rest of my life with her.

Not to mention, I really don't have the courage to love her.

Gu Twelve... The remarks he gave her were also his heart to her.