Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

6

Wu Xin's words directly hit the truth.

Jiang Yuan pretended to be calm: "No way, Miao Miao, go to bed. I'll be up soon."

Lu Miao didn't think much and left yawning. I have an exam tomorrow and I'm so sleepy.

The western-style building regained its tranquility.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, sighed and put the newspaper on the coffee table, and got up to prepare for the situation he had to face.

He tiptoed and pushed the bedroom door open a crack, and saw that the room was pitch black, and his hanging heart fell back into his stomach.

It seems that the boss is still busy working in the study.

That's great, I'll lie down on the bed and fall asleep quickly, so I don't have to face Lu Shengrang.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is very skinny.

Jiang Yuan lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, his mind was in a mess.

Damn, I shouldn't have taken a nap during the day. Now I can't fall asleep.

Jiang Yuan got up depressed and took out a foreign novel from the cabinet, thinking of killing time.

After graduating from high school, the original owner did not go out to work because of poor health. Usually, he didn't have many friends, and his biggest hobby was reading. There was a bookcase in the room, full of famous novels from home and abroad.

When he left the Jiang family, he brought these books with him.

The study was given by Lu Sheng, and the original owner had never been in it. There was a spare room in the house, but the original owner was timid and couldn't find a chance to talk to him. There was no place to stack the books, so they were placed in the cabinet.

In this era, books were strictly controlled. It must have taken a lot of effort for the original owner to get so many books.

On this point, Jiang Yuan and the original owner were in agreement again.

Jiang Yuan also liked reading books. She liked domestic and foreign literary works, famous novels, ghost stories... She read a lot of them.

The unique book fragrance of the books made her calm down. She turned over the pages of the book with black words one after another, and gradually immersed herself in the world of the book.

Time passed by, and it was almost twelve o'clock in a blink of an eye.

After Lu Shengrang finished his work and returned to the bedroom, he saw Jiang Yuan's beautiful and soft profile, with her long black hair casually scattered in front of her.

The jade hands turning the pages of the book, the fingers are as white and slender as the roots of scallions. The light pink nails are clean and clean, which is very comfortable to look at.

The gentle light quietly hits the girl's face, adding a layer of hazy gauze, and her expression is focused and serious.

The girl seems not to hear the sound of him coming in, and her attention is still on the book.

Lu Shengrang indifferently retracted his gaze, but unconsciously lightened his steps.

After a simple wash, he lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Yuan rubbed his dry eyes, only to feel a shadow beside him. He looked up and met the eyes of Lu Shengrang who came back at some point.

The brain crashed for a moment.