Chapter 2875 Shen Tianyu 275

Noticing Gu Chuchu's strange expression, Sheng Po quickly closed his eyes.

He didn't mean to seduce her.

But he was moved, and when he was moved, his eyes became charming.

He whispered, "I'll take a nap. You can go with your brother Tianyu in half an hour."

Gu Chuchu was still a little dazed. It was a very strange feeling, as if she was drunk, or as if she was in a dream, similar to hallucinations, but very comfortable, very excited, her heart was rippling, and she had an uncontrollable impulse.

After a beat, she nodded, "Go to sleep."

Sheng Po closed his eyes and said, "Sit at the head of the bed. Your position faces the window, and there might be a sniper outside the window."

Gu Chuchu paused and said, "It's okay. If they shoot again, I'll block it for you."

Sheng Po thought to himself, how could there be such a stupid girl?

But then I thought, maybe I was under his spell.

He is good at controlling people with charm, controlling men and women, but for the first time he reveals his true feelings.

He didn't know how to control the charm emanating from true love.

I don’t know whether I should give Gu Chuchu the antidote?

Although it is an antidote, it is also poisonous.

He decided to wait and see.

He stretched out his right arm and pulled her towards the head of the bed, avoiding the window. Even though the curtains were closed tightly and the other party couldn't figure out her details, he was still afraid that the girl would be injured by the bullet.

He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Gu Chuchu saw that his eyelashes were trembling slightly with his eyes closed, and knew that he was not asleep.

The anesthetic should have worn off by now. It would be strange if he could sleep given how painful the wound is.

She looked around and asked, "Would you like some water? I know you can't sleep."

Sheng Po replied after a while: "No."

"Want something to eat?"

Sheng Po still didn't open his eyes and said, "You can't eat yet. I've received a nutrient solution. I'm fine."

Gu Chuchu asked again: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Sheng Po fell silent, and after a few seconds he spoke: "I just injured my arm, I can move it, don't treat me like a disabled person."

Gu Chuchu smiled, "Of course you are not disabled, you are just a big injured baby."

Sheng Po wanted to laugh.

She is indeed a girl who grew up in a happy family. She is so simple that everyone looks like a baby to her.

He is not a baby, he is the young master of a cult. He not only knows how to use magic, but also how to use witchcraft, use hidden weapons, and shoot. He is a very dangerous person.

His right hand, which was placed on the quilt, suddenly felt warm.

A soft little hand placed on the back of his hand.

He was startled and quickly opened his eyes.

Gu Chuchu gave him a playful smile and said, "When I was a kid, I couldn't fall asleep, so my dad would pat me and I would fall asleep."

Her slender little hand gently patted his right hand which was resting on the quilt.

Sheng Po was even less sleepy.

Hands are also very sensitive parts of the body.

It is connected to the heart.

How can he sleep if she takes pictures like that?

He raised his eyes to look into hers.

Her eyes were bright and lively, and she didn't look like she was under his spell.

He was confused for a moment.

Is it different to bewitch someone by showing his true feelings and bewitch him by magic?

Gu Chuchu smiled sweetly at him, "Still can't sleep? Do you want to listen to some music? When I was a kid, I was either coaxed to sleep by my dad or coaxed to sleep by my mom humming."

Sheng Po recalled that when he was a child, his mother would occasionally hum little songs to coax him to sleep, but the number of times was very rare and could be counted on one hand.

He forgot what the specific song was, but he only remembered that it was humming with infinite sorrow and melancholy.

When he grew up, he looked it up on the Internet and it seemed to be the Wu dialect.

Now it seems that it should be Gusu dialect. The man she loves is in Gusu City, and she should be from this place too.

He asked, "Can you sing the songs from Gusu?"

Gu Chuchu's eyes rolled slightly, "Does it have a song title?"

Sheng Po shook his head.

Gu Chuchu frowned slightly. She was a native of Kyoto. She inherited her sweet looks from her mother Chu Yun, and her mother inherited them from her grandmother Gu Nanyin. Gu Nanyin's grandmother was from Jiangnan.

But after so many generations, she can't sing the folk songs from Gusu.

She is exposed to more pop songs.

She racked her brains for a long time and suddenly remembered that there was a singer from Haishi.

Haishi and Gusu City are very close to each other, and both have soft and sticky accents, so they should be similar.

She thought about the lyrics, cleared her throat, picked up the tune, and began to sing: "Suddenly, thunder rumbled faintly, like your crying, soaked in time. Loneliness invaded, unable to make a sound, swallowed by the seabed. All my longing turned into eyes, and the raindrops began to fall, like your crying, mocking my repression and moving my heart. The rain came whistling, the scalding raindrops pounded my body, leaving red marks..."

Sheng Po closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Her voice was soft and sweet, as sweet as honey that seeped into the eardrums and soaked into the heart.

It was a little bit like his mother's voice in his memory, but only a little bit.

The tune my mother hummed was mournful, filled with a deep and inextricable melancholy, but she was sweet, sweet and charming.

As he listened, he gradually felt something was wrong.

This tune is so charming.

Every note sounded like a little goblin humming in his ear.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Gu Chuchu.

Gu Chuchu closed her eyes and pressed her chest while still singing, because this song was sung by Huang Ling, a singer known as the demon singer. It was difficult to sing and required concentration.

Sheng Po looked at her with a hint of surprise.

The impression she gave him at first was that of innocence and sweetness, then of being spoiled and willful, lively, kind and lovely. But at this moment, humming with her eyes closed, she looked like a smart and charming little vixen, full of charm and grace.

The singing gave him a strange impulse.

That is a man's instinctive physiological impulse towards a woman.

Sheng Po interrupted her: "Stop singing."

Gu Chuchu stopped, opened her eyes, and looked at him with a confused expression, "What's wrong? Is your singing not good? I inherited my mother's singing voice, and I have been praised for my singing since I was a child. When I was a child, I participated in children's singing competitions and won many awards. If our family business hadn't been inherited and our elders hadn't tried their best to stop me, I would have entered the entertainment industry."

Sheng Po said, "It sounds nice."

Gu Chuchu was puzzled, "If it sounds good, why don't you let me continue singing?"

Sheng Po thought, it was because it sounded so beautiful, humming like a little vixen seducing him.

His charm relies on his eyes.

And she relies on her voice.

He spoke again: "Don't sing this woman's songs anymore."

"Why? Her songs are difficult to sing. Not many people can sing them so well."

Sheng Po replied: "Too weird."

This is not a song that a lady from a noble family like her should sing.

Gu Chuchu burst out laughing, "All her songs are weird, so I picked the least weird one."

Sheng Po thought that even the least seductive version of her song almost made him unable to control himself, so it was hard to imagine what would happen to him if she sang the most seductive version.

It turns out that men and women cannot stay together for too long. If they do, things will easily go wrong.

He stretched out his right hand to touch his cell phone and sent a message to Shen Tianyu: Come, take Miss Gu away.

If he didn't take her away, he would be even more reluctant to let her go.

The more I come into contact with it, the more I like it.

The more we get along, the more infatuated we become.