She has talent, she can make money, she is not short of money.


    She lacks love.


    From small to large, she has experienced too many frustrations and unfair treatment.


    But at this moment, when I think back to the situation when she was wrongly treated, bullied and beaten, my mood has no ups and downs, as if those were separated.


    The obscure memory of the past, like black-and-white film film, tells the story of others, can no longer hook her a trace of pain.


    All this is because of the man who holds her in his arms at the moment.


    After meeting this man, she had her own home.


    The past is the past.


    The person holding her at the moment is what she should cherish for the rest of her life.


    Her heart was full of ups and downs and she couldn''t calm down for a long time.


    I don''t know if her blood is burning. She is very hot.


    She respected the desire in her heart and heavily kissed Gu Junzhu''s lips.


    Soon, in the starry meadow, there was another fierce and crazy war.


    When the flag stops again, ye Xingbei arranges his clothes and falls asleep with Gu Jun in his arms.


    She was so tired that she didn''t have any strength. She didn''t want to care where it was or what time it was.


    She just wanted to sleep.


    Anyway, as long as the man beside her at the moment is there, no matter where she is, she is safe.


    She can be careful and dare to sleep.


    Looking at Ye Xingbei, who is finishing his clothes and falling asleep in one second, Gu Jun''s smile is gentle and doting.


    Rubbing her head, he got up, took her in his arms and went back to the car.


    When they returned to the villa, xiaoshumiaoer and Lingyue were already asleep.


    The old man and Joe''s drunk husband and wife also had a rest.


    He took a bath with Ye Xingbei in his arms and changed his pajamas. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep again.


    Gu Junzhu lay down beside her, took people into his arms, and soon fell asleep.


    The next morning, when Gu Junzhu woke up, there was no one around him.


    It''s amazing.


    Ye Xingbei is strict with herself. She has no bad habits. She has to be critical. If she is picky in the eggs, sleepiness is a small problem for her.


    He and ye Xingbei have been together for some time. Every day he gets up early to exercise. When he comes back from exercise, ye Xingbei is still in bed.


    He looked at the time.


    It''s only after six o''clock and the people are gone.


    Did you go to the bathroom?


    He got up and went to the bathroom to find someone.


    I went around and couldn''t find it.


    He took out his mobile phone and made a call to Ye Xingbei.


    The phone will be connected soon.


    Ye Xingbei gave an answer with a smile: "I''m in my study."


    Gu Junzhu''s heart beats, and suddenly he thinks of the reason why Ye Xingbei suddenly gets up early.


    He chuckled, "OK, I see."


    After washing and changing his clothes, he went to the study.


    On the desk, there is a piece of calligraphy that has been written.


    The handwriting is graceful, vigorous and powerful. It is full of Flowing Clouds and flowing water. It combines hardness and softness. The writing is like clouds and smoke. With his archaic style, it has a very good artistic conception.


    After seeing him come in, his eyes first fell on the writing brush. Ye Xingbei was a little shy: "it''s not very good. We''ll hang it in our bedroom later, and we''ll look at it secretly, OK?"


    "No, it''s well written," Gu Junzhu looked at each word one by one. "It''s absolutely master level. If my father sees it, he will like you more."


    "What master level." Gu''s voice rang out behind them.


    Gu Jun didn''t close the door when he came in.


    When the old man passed by the door of the study, he just heard Gu Junzhu''s words.


    "Dad," Gu Junzhu looked back at him, "Beibei wrote a picture."


    "Yes? Let me see! " Gu went into the study with great interest.


    The old man''s eyes fell on the words, and quickly praised them, "it''s really good. It''s a compromise between thick and thin fibers. It''s skillful and dense in shape. It''s simple, clumsy and elegant. It''s Square, round and soft. It''s popular with everyone."


    "Dad, you flatter me," Ye Xingbei blushed, "just practiced for a few years, not as good as dad said."


    Mr. Gu laughs and says nothing more. Instead, he reads her words: "Ye Lu falls on the green steps, stars and rivers crumble, the moon is lonely in the North window, and it''s a cold and frosty night. The counselor is a clear night. You are speechless, and you are afraid of falling flowers and clouds. When you send that lamp, the inscription is half empty. I will write in my heart. I can''t write Acacia, but it''s hard to write. I can''t write it. I only write it, but it''s cold wind and frosty moon..."


    The old man read it twice, and soon found the secret. He said with a smile, "this is a Tibetan word! Ye Xingbei, Gu Junzhu, it''s not bad, it''s also written by Beibei? "


    "This is not," Ye Xingbei shyly looked at Gu Jun one by one: "this is written by Gu Jun


    "Is it written by Xiao Zhuo?" Mr. Gu read it again and nodded with a smile. "It''s really good. It turns out that my son can write words. It''s amazing!"


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