It was a new day, Gu Wancheng was full of energy. She stretched, loosened her stiff body from sleeping, drew back the curtains, and breathed in the fresh morning air for a while.
I went downstairs, poured myself a glass of warm water, and drank it while watching Bo Yizhou run at the gym.
Gu Wancheng sat on the exercise equipment to the side, crossed her legs, took sips of water from time to time, and stared intently at his movements. She looked like one of those spoiled rich kids who frequented brothels.
After finishing his run, Bo Yizhou walked towards him. "Have you seen enough?"
Gu Wancheng shook her head, her eyes shining, "Not enough, why don't you run again?"
Bo Yizhou stood in front of him, a smile playing on his lips, and pulled him up. "Let's go take a shower."
The fear in Gu Wancheng's eyes flashed instantly, like a cat being grabbed by the neck. She subconsciously picked up the cup and drank the water in one gulp.
In the end, he was still taken away.
Fortunately, she didn't do anything, just rubbed against him, but Gu Wancheng was still listless. Bo Yizhou washed her clean and put her back in the quilt.
After Bo Yizhou left, Gu Wancheng suddenly sat up, came back to life, and ran downstairs to eat breakfast.
When Butler Chen saw him come down, he smiled and said, " Mr. Gu, the kitchen has prepared your favorite custard buns and seafood congee today to celebrate your recovery."
Gu Wancheng was touched. It's so kind of a chef to be so perceptive. "Thank you," she said, "Let's give them a raise."
Butler Chen smiled and said, "Okay."
After eating and drinking my fill, I felt completely revived.
Three days, a full three days. He endured those three days by sheer willpower, eating only bland, watery food every day. He was almost completely devoid of desire.
In the afternoon, he happily went out to pick up Chaochao from school, and they ate out again. This time, he was very selective and would definitely not eat out like last time.
Gu Wancheng, holding a fried chicken leg, asked, "Is it good?"
Chaochao opened her mouth wide and took a bite of the chicken wing, unable to answer him, so she could only nod haphazardly.
He rarely gets to eat this kind of food, so he should eat more.
Chaochao had high hopes, but when he was about to take a third one, Gu Wancheng stopped him.
Chaochao looked up in confusion.
Gu Wancheng held up a finger and shook it in front of him, "You can't eat it."
"Why? I want to eat!"
"Children shouldn't eat that much, it will give them a stomachache."
"But..."
Do you want to be like me?
Chaochao fell silent, watching enviously as Gu Wancheng finished off the rest of the food, leaving nothing behind. His envy was palpable, but Gu Wancheng ignored him and even deliberately waved her hand in front of him.
"It smells so good, it tastes so good!"
The envy in Chaochao's eyes immediately turned into resentment, and she puffed out her cheeks to stare at him.
Gu Wancheng wiped her mouth and said, "Alright, we can go now."
Chaochao Chao snorted loudly, slid off the chair, and walked forward without looking back, refusing Gu Wancheng's offer to hold her hand with her hands in her pockets.
Gu Wancheng raised an eyebrow, watching the small, flustered figure ahead, and followed behind him.
Looking down at the top of his head, I felt that Chaochao was now radiating the words "Don't touch me."
"Hahaha."
Gu Wancheng was amused by her own imagination, while Chaochao became even angrier, struggling forward with her short little legs.
Once in the car, Chaochao pressed himself tightly against the other door. Gu Wancheng glanced at him a few times out of the corner of her eye and said, "Are you really not going to talk to me?"
"Snort!"
I'm so sad.
"Snort!"
Gu Wancheng pretended to cry a few times, secretly observing Chaochao's reaction. She saw Chaochao hesitate and turn her head to look a few times, but then she didn't react any further.
Gu Wancheng immediately cried even harder. Chaochao panicked and quickly moved closer, pulling at his hands that were covering his face. "Don't cry. I forgive you, okay?"
Gu Wancheng's lips curled slightly upwards, her face hidden by her hand. "Really?"
Chaochao nodded repeatedly, and after realizing that Gu Wancheng couldn't see her, she immediately said, "Really! Don't cry!"
Gu Wancheng turned his head away, rubbing his eyes until they were red before turning back, just so Chaochao wouldn't find out that he had been deceived again, otherwise they would really have to break off their friendship for a long time.
Sure enough, Chaochao saw that his eyes were red and reached out to cool them for him. Gu Wancheng gladly accepted and felt his soft little hand covering his eyes.
After a while, Chaochao's palms warmed up. He removed his hands, and Gu Wancheng's eyes were not so red anymore. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He said earnestly, "You're an adult now. You can't cry all the time; it's embarrassing."
"You actually know how to be shameful?"
"I understand."
"Can you write it?"
Chaochao thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Probably."
Gu Wancheng was full of question marks; what kind of answer was this?
After returning home, Chaochao sat down next to Gu Wancheng to do his homework, Gu Wancheng propped her chin up with one hand and stared intently at him.
Looking at the characters he wrote that looked like they were about to fight, he fell into a deep silence. How come he remembered that Chaochao's handwriting wasn't like this before? After practicing for a few days, how did it become like this?
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
When Chaochao finished writing and showed it to him, Gu Wancheng didn't want to lie and say that the handwriting was beautiful. So he glanced at the answers and, seeing that they were all correct, praised him a few times before continuing, "How's Chaochao's handwriting practice going lately?"
Chaochao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said firmly, "I'll practice."
Really? He didn't believe it.
Gu Wancheng could tell from Chaochao's hesitant expression that he probably hadn't practiced writing much and was just talking nonsense.
So he said, "Bring me the calligraphy you've practiced."
Chaochao was stunned. She never expected him to say something like that. She mumbled something for a long time but couldn't say a word. Now Chaochao finally understood the consequences of talking nonsense.
Finally, he lowered his head and started examining the patterns on the table, exuding an aura of 'do as you please'.
Gu Wancheng smiled and let him go, "Alright, I won't watch it this time, I'll watch it next time."
Chaochao suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with "Really?" Gu Wancheng looked into his eyes and said, "Really, I'm not lying to you."
"Okay." Chaochao was cheerful again.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the door opened, Gu Wancheng poked her head out from beside the sofa. "You're back."
"Hmm, are you feeling unwell today?" Bo Yizhou walked over and sat down.
"No, that's all." Gu Wancheng shook his head. He wouldn't tell him that he and Chaochao had eaten fried chicken today.
"Really?" Bo Yizhou scanned his face; Chaochao had just complained to him.
Gu Wancheng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
"Okay, then we can do it." Bo Yizhou nodded.
Gu Wancheng was horrified. She crossed her arms and looked at him in terror, "Are you a devil?!"
He had just recovered, and yet he was already thinking about these things. Although he was quite comfortable, he never seemed to know the meaning of the word "moderation."
Thinking of this, Gu Wancheng glared at him.