Chapter 88 Wants His Wife to Propose to Him
From now on, I can go home and be with my wife every day.
"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Chuyue put on his earmuffs again, changed the magazine, raised his gun in a standard posture, and his eyes became sharp again, "Another round."
Qi Yuming: "Okay, let's make it a little more exciting."
He paused, his voice muffled through the earmuffs, yet it carried an undeniable meaning: "...If you lose, help me deal with my dad. He insists on introducing me to an outstanding daughter from a family of close friends."
Gu Chuyue raised his eyebrows: "Lose? You're too confident."
Qi Yuming's face immediately fell: "Damn! Gu Chuyue, you are so cruel! You have poison on your lips, come on! I will make you regret it today."
Gu Chuyue didn't stop his movements and checked the gun quickly. "Tsk."
A new round of confrontation begins.
The two figures formed a very tense landscape at the shooting position.
The focused eyes, the taut arms, the sharp movements, and the heart-pounding sound of the bullets hitting the bull's eye...
They all exude a strong, almost overflowing masculine charm and aggressiveness.
This is an unspoken competition, and also a unique way for them to communicate and vent.
It was not until the sun set and both of them were sweating profusely that they put down their guns reluctantly.
"Alright, that's about it," Qi Yuming said jokingly, shaking his sore wrist. "If we keep practicing, some of us might get kicked out when we get back."
Gu Chuyue didn't bother to pay attention to his teasing and picked up his phone to check the time.
On the screen was a message Qin Mu had sent half an hour ago: "What time does it end? Aunt Zhang made soup."
It was a very ordinary sentence, but it completely melted the last bit of cold sharpness in Gu Chuyue's eyes, and stained it with delicate tenderness.
His fingers flew back, "Right back. Honey, I miss you."
After sending the message, he put away his phone and looked at Qi Yuming, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of imperceptible pride: "Let's go. The loser drives."
Qi Yuming watched him instantly switch from a cold-blooded archer to a home-eager "wife slave" and couldn't help but roll his eyes, cursing with a smile: "Fuck! Gu Chuyue, you're really... a master of changing faces!"
The two packed up their equipment and walked out of the shooting range side by side.
Qi Yuming moved his shoulders and sighed, "What do you think my dad is going to do? Just because my aunt's brother is getting married, he wants me to go to the grave as well."
Glancing at Gu Chuyue beside him, he saw him looking down at his phone screen again, his fingers sliding rapidly, his expression showing rare concentration, even a bit of... the rigor of academic research?
He leaned over to take a curious look and almost choked on his own saliva.
The slap in the face came so quickly.
On his brother's screen was a video window of an interview with an emotional expert.
The title is particularly eye-catching: "Active and Passive: How to Guide Your Partner to Take a Crucial Step in the Relationship."
A corner of the browser tab was faintly visible under the thumb of Gu Chuyue's other hand. The keywords in the search box almost blinded Qi Yuming's eyes - "How to get your wife to propose to you."
Qi Yuming: "..." He tried to hold it back, the veins on his forehead twitched, but he finally couldn't hold it back.
He hooked his arm around Gu Chuyue's neck and lowered his voice, his tone filled with an incredible sense of absurdity: "No... Gu Chuyue, did a bullet blow your fucking brain out? Or did the recoil from the shooting just now knock your IQ out of your system?"
Gu Chuyue was swayed by his stranglehold. He slapped his arm away in disgust, locked his phone screen, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Qi Yuming pointed at his phone, heartbroken. "Tell me, what the hell are you searching for? You, Gu Chuyue, want Qin Muge to propose to you?! Shouldn't you kneel down and take out the ring and ask him to marry you? This process is wrong."
Gu Chuyue glanced at him with a deep look that said "How can ordinary people understand me?", and there was even a hint of disgust at the corner of his mouth.
He slowly straightened his collar, which had been wrinkled by Qi Yuming, and said in a calm but resounding voice, "What do you know?"
“No one will cherish what is easily obtained.”
He tilted his head slightly, the setting sun casting a small shadow on his thick eyelashes, and his tone was almost cold and sober.
"He might accept something that's presented to him, but he might not always keep it in mind. Only when he actively wants to grab something will he truly treasure it."
Qi Yuming was stunned by this logic. He opened his mouth and finally managed to utter, "...You're just having a fucking relationship, why are you making it like psychological warfare? Is it really that serious?"
Gu Chuyue didn't answer again, but subconsciously raised his hand and gently stroked the simple but shiny and warm platinum ring on his ring finger with his fingertips.
I really want to change it to a wedding ring with my wife.
His eyes were blank, and he had obviously begun to immerse himself in thinking about how to "unobtrusively" hint to his workaholic wife who was allergic to romance, and take the initiative to put the matter of "marriage" on the agenda.
I want to marry my wife.
I want my wife to propose to him.
How come you are only 20 years old?
After returning to the city, Qi Yuming drove away with an expression of "I can't bear to watch this".
Gu Chuyue went straight home.
As soon as you enter the door, the aroma of food hits you.
Qin Mu had returned and was sitting on the sofa in the living room looking at the financial report on his tablet. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his profile looked soft and focused under the light.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and saw Gu Chuyue, and the corners of his lips naturally curved up: "You're back? Did you have fun?"
"Yeah." Gu Chuyue changed his shoes, walked over, and naturally rested his chin on Qin Mu's shoulder, rubbing it, smelling the light fragrance of shower gel and a hint of cedar perfume on his body, and sighed with satisfaction.
After holding Qin Mu in his arms, Gu Chuyue began to feel restless.
Without any hesitation, he took off Qin Mu's glasses and put them aside.
Then she held Qin Mu's face and sucked his warm and soft lips.
Kiss well.
Gradually, the hands became dishonest.
He reached for the hem of Qin Mu's pajamas, pinched Qin Mu's waist and pulled him towards himself, and the two of them were pressed tightly together.
After kissing for a long time, until Qin Mu could hardly breathe, Gu Chuyue reluctantly left.
Looking at the dark red lips that she had kissed, she became eager and moved forward to swallow the water on Qin Mu's mouth.
Qin Mu felt comfortable being kissed and was used to it. Since his partner was such a clingy person, he could only enjoy it.
He took the sofa pillow and placed it on his legs, breathing slowly and steadily.
The white toes gently kicked Gu Chuyue's calf, "Go to the kitchen and get the dishes out. Aunt Zhang has something to do today and has to go back."
As long as Gu Chuyue gets a kiss, everything will be fine.
While eating dinner, Gu Chuyue watched an insignificant jewelry advertisement on TV and sighed casually, "Ring designs nowadays are all very beautiful."
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