Chapter 49 She finally came back, less than two meters away from him
The Maybach drove into the gate of the western suburbs villa.
The car stopped in front of the main building.
The housekeeper and several servants had been waiting at the door. When they saw Feng Mingzhou get out of the car, they bowed respectfully.
However, when they saw the woman who followed closely behind and was half-forced out of the car by Feng Mingzhou, everyone was stunned.
The butler's eyes widened, unable to conceal the shock on his face.
Several young servants gasped and looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
Miss Gu?
The Miss Gu who has been "dead" for three years?
Feng Mingzhou ignored the petrified reactions of the people around him, grabbed Gu Manman's wrist, and pulled her straight into the villa gate.
Gu Manman was forced to follow him.
Butler: "Sir..."
Feng Mingzhou did not stop and ordered without turning his head: "Prepare midnight snack."
"Yes, sir." The butler responded quickly.
He waved for the other servants to disperse and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
In the restaurant, there is still the long dining table.
Feng Mingzhou pushed Gu Manman to sit on the chair next to the main seat and sat in the main seat himself.
Gu Manman broke free from his hand, immediately stood up and wanted to leave.
Feng Mingzhou grabbed her wrist again.
Pleading: "Manman, sit down."
"Eat something with me."
Soon, the midnight snack was served.
Shrimp dumplings, wontons, millet porridge, and a few light and refreshing side dishes.
The housekeeper stood not far away, watching Feng Mingzhou pick up the chopsticks, pick up a shrimp dumpling, and put it into the bowl in front of Gu Manman.
Although Gu Manman just watched coldly and did not pick up her chopsticks, the housekeeper's eyes were inexplicably moist.
The gentleman finally... stopped placing the dishes in the air.
Sir, this time, you finally didn't feed me air.
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Feng Mingzhou picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
The warm rice grains slid down my throat.
Three years.
For the first time, he tasted food.
It is not mechanical swallowing to maintain vital signs, but real, sweet taste with warmth.
Simply because she was right across from me.
At your fingertips.
He raised his eyes and his burning gaze fell on Gu Manman, without blinking.
It seems like I want to fill the blank space of these three years bit by bit with my sight.
He scooped another spoonful of porridge and ate it slowly and carefully.
It’s like tasting some delicacy.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, getting wider and wider.
The smile was so bright that it was a little eerie, and reflected on his pale and bloodstained face, it revealed satisfaction and ecstasy.
He looked at her, his eyes bright and amazing.
I am overjoyed.
Yes, I am overjoyed.
Even if she was cold as ice, even if she hated him to the core.
As long as she is here.
His world regained color and flavor.
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After finishing his midnight snack, Feng Mingzhou put down his chopsticks and stood up.
He stretched out his hand and reached straight for her wrist.
Gu Manman wanted to pull her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, but she was a beat too slow.
His fingers had already come up and were gripping her wrist tightly.
The force was so great that she could even clearly feel the thin calluses on his fingertips and the slightly raised blue veins on the back of his hand.
She struggled violently, twisting her wrist in vain in his grip.
"open!".
He ignored it and said, "Follow me."
She twisted her body backwards, trying to break free from his grip, but his grip tightened even more because of her resistance.
Gu Manman could only be pulled by him, through the familiar living room, and upstairs.
The handrails of the stairs and the paintings on the walls are exactly the same as they were three years ago.
He pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
With a "click", the door closed behind him, followed by a crisp sound of locking, and Feng Mingzhou locked the door with his backhand.
Gu Manman's heart skipped a beat.
In the room, the floor lamp she usually used was emitting a soft light.
The collection of poems was still open on the bedside.
The door of the cloakroom was open, and it was filled with new women's clothing of the season, all in her favorite styles and sizes.
On the dressing table, there was a full set of her usual skin care products and makeup. Even the smell of her perfume was exactly the same as she remembered.
"Look," Feng Mingzhou pulled her to the center of the room, his voice low, stubborn and gentle, "everything is the same as before."
Feng Mingzhou let go of her hand, turned and walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of water splashing was heard from inside.
Gu Manman walked quickly to the door and found it was locked. She tried several times but couldn't open it.
Not long after, the bathroom door was opened.
Feng Mingzhou came out.
He was only wearing a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, revealing his lean but well-defined upper body.
The wet white hair was still dripping water, and a few strands hung unruly in front of the forehead, covering part of the eyebrows and eyes.
The water droplets slid down his firm chest and clear abdominal muscles, disappearing at the edge of the bath towel.
His body was still covered with moisture from the shower, which diluted some of his previous madness and embarrassment, but added a bit of lazy and dangerous sexiness.
Those deep eyes, now particularly dim because of the mist and turbulent emotions, stared at her.
Gu Manman subconsciously took a step back with a cold look in her eyes.
"You went to so much trouble to bring me back, just to sleep with me?" she said sarcastically.
Feng Mingzhou paused, then walked towards her step by step.
He stopped in front of her and looked down at her, pain welling up in his eyes.
"It's because," he said in a hoarse voice, "I want you to be by my side when I wake up."
He hadn't really slept in the past three years, and he just wanted to have a good sleep tonight.
Gu Manman turned her face away and didn't want to look at him.
"Let me go back."
Gu Manman repeated it mechanically several times, but Feng Mingzhou turned a deaf ear to it.
The two sides were deadlocked for an unknown amount of time before Feng Mingzhou spoke again: "I just want to have a good sleep. You can sleep peacefully. I won't touch you."
He walked to the bed and lifted a corner of the quilt.
Gu Manman stood there without moving, looking at him vigilantly.
Feng Mingzhou did not approach her again. He just walked to the corner of the room, took out a thin blanket from the closet, and then lay down directly on the floor, not far from the bed.
He turned sideways, facing the bed, resting his head on his arms, and stared at her without blinking.
Gu Manman hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over and lay down on the edge of the bed on the side farthest from him, with her clothes on, with her back to him.
The only sounds left in the room were the two people's shallow breathing.
One on the bed and one on the floor.
There were two pairs of slippers next to the bed.
One pair was his own, dark grey.
The other pair was a pair of lotus pink ladies' slippers, small and a little velvet, which he personally changed for her tonight.
He stared at the pink slippers, his heart pounding in his chest, then he reached out and carefully placed the pink slippers side by side with his own grey slippers.
The toes of the shoes are facing the same direction, close to each other, with no gap in between.
It seems that only in this way will they not get separated.
Gray and pink, his and hers, just as if he and Manman were supposed to be like this.
After doing this, he seemed to finally feel at ease.
The great satisfaction of regaining what he had lost slowly soaked through him like warm water.
After putting his slippers in place, he turned sideways, still looking towards the bed.
This time, he closed his eyes.
The corners of his lips were curled in an irresistible, contented arc.
Tonight, she finally came back.
It was less than two meters away from him.
That's enough.
A deep sense of weariness, mixed with an unprecedented peace of mind, swept over him.
Feng Mingzhou fell into a deep sleep.
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Three o'clock in the morning.
The man on the floor suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving rapidly, and cold sweat soaked his forehead.
It's that dream again.
The cold sea water, her sinking figure, and the despair that he could not grasp.
Almost like a conditioned reflex, he propped himself up and looked at the big bed.
She is still here.
Feng Mingzhou's heart sank heavily, but the fear gripped him so tightly that he dared not close his eyes again.
He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, she would disappear.
Like every midnight dream in the past three years.
He moved his body silently, closer to the edge of the bed, then leaned his back against the cold bed frame and slowly sat down.
The chill from the floor seeped through the thin blanket, but he paid no attention.
He turned his head to the side, his eyes greedily tracing her sleeping face.
Her breathing was light and even, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Feng Mingzhou reached out carefully and gently held her hand that was hanging on the side of the bed.
The reality of skin touching skin instantly soothed the panic in his heart.
He just sat on the cold floor, his back against the bed, holding her hand tightly, without moving.
The sky outside the window gradually changed from deep black to a grayish pale.
Feng Mingzhou never closed his eyes again, but just stayed there stubbornly, feeling the warmth in his palm that he had lost and regained.
Only in this way can we confirm that she is really still alive.
Really by his side.
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