Chapter 64 A Dream for Eight Years, Full of His Face (6)

That night, Gu Yusheng stayed there for a full two hours when he said just stay for a while.

By the time Gu Yusheng sent Qin Zhi'ai home, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

That night, when Gu Yusheng sent Qin Zhi'ai home, he did not ride the bicycle that took Qin Zhi'ai home last time, but a car that was driven out of the garage.

At that time, Qin Zhi'ai didn't know much about cars. She just thought that the car looked very cool. Many years later, she found out that the brand of that car was Audi, which was worth several million.

Arriving at the downstairs of Qin Zhi'ai's house, Qin Zhi'ai opened the car door, said goodbye to Gu Yusheng, got out of the car, closed the car door, and just took two steps into the building when the window behind him fell, and Gu Yusheng's voice came: "Small do-love?"

That night, he called her "little sex" many times, but every time she heard it, she would still blush. She turned her back to him, stopped in her tracks, and was too shy to turn around to look at him.

She heard the sound of him pushing the car door and getting out of the car, and then the sound of the lighter lighting a cigarette. About half a minute later, his voice came from behind her again: "I'm sorry about watching a movie last time. Things are delayed."

Qin Zhi'ai didn't think about asking Gu Yusheng at night, why he didn't come to the movie that day, but she was afraid that he would just respond casually and didn't care at all, so she wanted to ask several times, but didn't dare to ask. After explaining to her, a trace of joy surged up in her heart.

"If you're free this Sunday, let's go to the movies at 3:30 in the afternoon."

Before Qin Zhi'ai turned her head to look at Gu Yusheng, Gu Yusheng spoke again.

He said that at 3:30 p.m. on Sunday, he asked her to watch a movie.

The joy in Qin Zhixin's heart was like countless flowers, blooming in an instant.

She was so happy that she forgot to return to him for a while, and he called her name again: "Little Do-love? Are you free on Sunday?"

"Yes!" After she instinctively answered him, she realized how anxious she was to answer, and then his low heartbeat came from behind her, and her face turned a little red, and she said shyly, "Weekend!" See", he ran towards the building, and within two steps, he grabbed her wrist and stuffed a note into her hand: "My phone number, in case I have something to do, I can't contact you." .”

She was burned all over by his palm, and she broke free from his hand holding her wrist, and then said "oh", and gripped the note even tighter in her palm.

He stood where he was and didn't speak.

She lowered her head, stood in front of him for a while, and said, "I'm going in."

He didn't make a sound, and she waited for half a minute before taking a step.

As soon as he walked past him, he called her again: "Little Do-love?"

[Author's digression] The hero of this book has patriotism. In fact, I have always wanted to write a military article, but because of the country's restrictions, I can't write it. I don't think the hero who has such a dream is bloody. is impractical. You must know that the peace of our motherland is maintained by people like the hero's dream. They are worthy of our admiration. How can people with such dreams be called bloody and unrealistic by you?