ASTNovels Chapter 125 The Beautiful Lady
Chapter 125 The Beautiful Lady
Song Qingyu originally wanted to go to the reserved seat in the coffee shop to drink a cup of coffee as usual and then go back to continue to improve the design draft. However, it was Christmas Eve after all, there were too many people, and it was even more difficult to shuttle on the Champs-Elysées.
A little girl in a red dress ran over holding an apple, "Beautiful lady, happy Christmas Eve. Do you want to buy an apple? I wish you and your lover happiness forever."
Song Qingyu was taken aback, and smiled while paying, "How can you be sure that I have a lover?"
The little girl is innocent and innocent, and she speaks French with childishness. She points to the crowded place in front of her, "There, a Santa Claus there asked me to send my blessings to you."
Song Qingyu looked in the direction, but there were too many people, and only Santa Claus in red clothes could be seen clumsily handing out the gifts in his hand.
It was a thin Santa Claus, even with a beard and exaggerated eyebrows covering his eyes, under the illumination of the lights, he still showed a very aesthetic jawline.
Song Qingyu had a strong premonition, and her heart began to pound.However, after thanking the little girl, Song Qingyu chose to avoid the crowd with an apple.
Song Qingyu didn't know what she was afraid of and what she was looking forward to.
It should be okay to make instant coffee tonight, right?
Song Qingyu felt her hands trembling slightly, but she couldn't stop.While Santa Claus behind is still distributing gifts, I have to hurry up.
She originally liked Santa Claus very much, and she liked to receive small gifts and blessings from Santa Claus on the street.
There is only one person who can understand her so well.
Song Qingyu didn't know how long he had been walking, but when he came to his senses, he predicted that he was probably by the Seine River.Compared to the Champs Elysees, at this point in time, the flow of people here seems to be less.
I don't know if it was her illusion, but after a while, more and more people came here again, Song Qingyu was really tired from walking, so she simply sat down on a bench with a shelter by the street, holding the That apple was already covered in heat.
Song Qingyu lowered his head and watched the footsteps of the crowd.
Suddenly, a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.
A hoarse voice sounded, followed by a beautiful gift box, "Beautiful lady, happy Christmas Eve."
Song Qingyu's heart beat heavily, and then his eyes began to feel sore.Looking up, it is the Santa Claus who is distributing gifts on the Champs Elysees.
His false eyebrows are too exaggerated, almost covering most of his forehead and upper eyelids, and his beard is not standard. The lower half of his face is almost completely buried under the white beard. Only when he talks, the beard jumps funny twice. , revealing the perfect jawline.
In the past month, Song Qingyu has been really busy, busy running exhibitions, busy editing design drafts, busy communicating with the organizers of the Paris Fashion Design Fair, and improving her French in free time.
She really didn't have time to think about Gu Mubai, that's why she was so sure about easily erasing Gu Mubai from her future plans.
But Gu Mubai never seemed to give up.
Santa Claus squatted down, continued to lower his voice, and spoke extremely fluent and pleasant French, "Beautiful lady, I miss you very much."
The cold winter wind, dense crowds, colorful neon lights, the slowly flowing Seine River, and... Santa Claus in front of you.
The handsome and tall Santa Claus knelt down on one knee in front of a lady, attracting pedestrians to stop one after another. Some tourists whistled in the crowd, and the atmosphere suddenly became more ambiguous amidst the booing of tourists.
There was thick snow on the ground, Song Qingyu was anxious, and pulled Santa's sleeve, "Get up, it's so cold."
Santa looked at her, unmoved.
Song Qingyu sighed, switched the language to Chinese, and called out the name of the person in disguise: "Gu Mubai."
Gu Mubai took advantage of the opportunity to hold Song Qingyu's hand tightly, and took off all the decorations on his face, revealing a slightly reddened face and the tip of his nose. He didn't know whether it was because of the strong wind or his eyebrows poked his eyes, even the eye sockets were flushed red .
He stared at Song Qingyu, turning all his longings over the past month into one question after another, his voice was hoarse and exhausted from torturing himself for a month, with a hint of choking, "Why didn't you contact me? Why didn't you Answer my phone? Why don't you understand anything?"
He gave her enough time and space to calm down, so he turned and left.He was waiting for Song Qingyu's explanation, so he didn't run into the wall.
However, getting along for more than half a year failed to make him wait for Song Qingyu's trust and dependence. On the day Song Qingyu left, the only phone call was Huo Nanqi's request, and he didn't even have time to say hello.He was very drunk, and only after he sobered up did he realize that he should have frantically rushed to the airport at that time, regardless of whether it was too late or not.
Gu Mubai began to fall into self-blame, and then complained about Song Qingyu: Why can Song Qingyu understand nothing?Why can't Song Qingyu always trust him with confidence?
After that, I started to reflect on myself again and again, endlessly.
Gu Mubai knew all of Song Qingyu's preferences and thoughts, but this time, Gu Mubai found that he actually didn't understand anything.
Song Qingyu listened to his choked voice, and the defense line in her heart began to be broken slowly.
The two started talking about each other.
Song Qingyu asked, "Why are you here?"
Gu Mubai just held her hand tightly, "I miss you so much, I really miss you so much, I'm going crazy."
Song Qingyu looked at the floor, "Where's your job? Didn't you accept a case? Was it opened to Huo Nan again?"
Gu Mubai didn't answer her question, "If something about me makes you feel unhappy, tell me, and I'll get used to it slowly, okay?"
Song Qingyu couldn't bear it any longer, and raised his volume a little, "Gu Mubai, if you can make some demands on me, I might feel more comfortable. Don't make any more demands on yourself, okay? There is nothing wrong with you, and Don't get too attached to me, okay?"
"Okay." Gu Mubai replied quickly.
Song Qingyu was speechless.
The crowd around suddenly cheered, Song Qingyu looked up, it was a cruise ship on the Seine River performing a light show.
Before Song Qingyu could react, there was a soft coolness around his lips.
Gu Mubai's lips were purple from the cold, and the breath he exhaled dissipated instantly in the cold wind, but his movements were still cautious so that Song Qingyu would not disappear in front of him.
Gu Mubai leaned against Song Qingyu's ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's make up, okay? If the previous life makes you feel unsatisfied, then let's start again. I will not fall in love with other people, and I will never fall in love with anyone else." Divorce you. My biggest wish in this life is to have you by my side. We will travel together, go on adventures together, and if possible, we will have children. If you don't want to, we will only take care of Nannan..."
Like unmarried lovers planning for the future, Gu Mubai hoped for Song Qingyu's existence every day in his future life.
"I want to grow old with you. When we are old, we will buy a house with a garden, next to the lake, raise flowers and pets every day, what do you like, what do we raise. Let's go for a walk together, waiting for our Children have a life of their own, and we can still see them..."
Gu Mubai spoke bit by bit, and outlined the most beautiful appearance in Song Qingyu's heart one by one. No matter who it is, it is impossible to be indifferent to such a promise.
Song Qingyu turned his head away, the high wall in his heart gradually fell apart, and finally, under Gu Mubai's tenderness and persistence, it collapsed, "What about me? What do I need to do?"
Gu Mubai hugged Song Qingyu and said word by word, "All you have to do is cooperate with me, get used to me, and adapt to me. When I love you every day, you can also love the lives of two people like me. I You will also be angry, jealous, and troublesome, and you have to tolerate me more, this is what you need to do."
Maybe many things will happen, maybe there will still be sad things, but Gu Mubai has only one goal now: let Song Qingyu know how passionate his love is.
This is his final conclusion after thinking for a month.
Simple, yet complex.
Song Qingyu doesn't remember the orphanage, and she doesn't remember that she had a playmate who watched her all the time in her childhood.But Gu Mubai remembered, not only remembered, but he wanted to make Song Qingyu truly fall in love with him under this condition.
This is a step-by-step game, and it is like Gu Mubai's personal challenge, it is not easy.
Song Qingyu nodded hesitantly amidst the flickering lights and the melody of the Christmas carol.
But soon, he nodded solemnly and clenched the apple in his hand, as if it was the best blessing bestowed by God.
Gu Mubai showed an extremely bright smile, he took a step back, and performed the utmost courtesy of a gentleman, "So, Miss Song, can we go on a date first? Celebrate this annual Christmas Eve and welcome a wonderful Christmas .”
Before Song Qingyu could speak, Gu Mubai smiled mysteriously, and dragged Song Qingyu across the crowded embankment of the Seine River, ran to places where there were few people, and finally stopped at the entrance of Song Qingyu's favorite coffee shop on the Champs Elysees.
The cafe is surprisingly empty tonight.
The moment Gu Mubai pushed open the door, countless streamers and sequins fell from the sky, and the clerks stood in a row, smiling in neat words, "Welcome, beautiful lady."
Under Song Qingyu's surprised gaze, Gu Mubai also walked in front of her and said a word.
He said, "I thought you might be happy, so I temporarily hired it. I don't know how to be frugal, so if you are not happy, can you teach me when you go back? Then, whether it is confiscation of my salary card or my whole body I have no objection to the money."
Song Qingyu was annoyed and funny, "Give it to me now, give it all to me, how much money is there to spend? Don't order too expensive things tonight."
When the storefronts on the Champs-Elysées were picked up?Song Qingyu, who was used to frugality, really felt pain in his flesh.I don't know how long Gu Mubai has saved this money, even for a designer with a high income, Song Qingyu feels that this money is spent really like a knife.