Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight Chapter 29.1

 The house was silent.

    Cheng Yue stood not far away with his hands in his pockets, through the misty pale smoke, the misty peach blossom eyes were indistinguishable between joy and anger.

    Cheng Chu swallowed nervously, and said timidly, “Brother, you haven’t slept yet.”

    “Well.” He lowered his eyes, responded in a low voice, and then said lightly, “Is that your classmate?”

    “Ah?” Cheng Chu didn’t react.

    Cheng Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “That one just now, riding the bicycle quickly.”

    “Yes.” Cheng Chu clenched her hands nervously.

    It was raining a little outside the window, and it was lightly patted on the window.

    Cheng Yue walked up to her and glanced at the bag in her hand, “He gave it?”

    “Yes.” Cheng Chu pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn’t tell how pitiful her appearance was.

    “Can you not tell our parents?” Her voice was tentatively cautious.

    At 1.9 meters tall, Cheng Yue’s handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, without a hint of anger or impatience, just by standing he can force people into a cold sweat.

    The rain gradually increased, beating on the glass windows, and gradually meandering down.

    On the cold rainy night, time seemed to be stretched for a long time in an instant. Cheng Chu heard the sound of her heartbeat as if it wanted to jump out. In the sound of dripping rain, she felt that her palms were gradually getting wet.

    Just when she was about to give up her resistance, two words rose slowly in the air – yes (‘Yes’ in Chinese is 2 words – 是的)


    She raised her eyes suddenly and looked at him with a face full of surprise, “Really?”

    Cheng Yue nodded slightly, and after a while, he said, “Don’t delay your studies, protect yourself well, and I won’t tell them if you do these two things.”

    “Okay.” Cheng Chu raised her head, and her shining eyes were filled with emotion: “Brother, thank you.”

    Cheng Yue’s heart softened; he reached out and touched her head, and his voice held up a bit of majesty: “Next time let the driver pick you up, it’s not safe for that kid to ride so fast.”

    Cheng Chu nodded, a smile on the corner of her lips.

    “Did you and mom quarrel today?” Cheng Yue then asked.

    The corners of Cheng Chu’s raised mouth froze slightly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. She lowered her head and replied in a low voice, “Well.”

    “Do what you want.” Cheng Yue lowered his eyes and looked at her jet-black hair. His voice gradually softened, “Mom, I will talk to her well.”

    The little princess of his family should have a carefree life, do what she likes, and love the people she wants to love.

    Under the light of the light, Cheng Yue’s eyes showed indescribable tenderness, “Chuchu, we all love you, the reason why mother said that is because she thinks that life is the most comfortable and the best, so don’t be angry with her, okay?”

    “Well.” Cheng Chu’s nose was sore, she nodded vigorously, raised her face, and her beautiful peach eyes seemed to have water glittering.

    “I love you too.” Her voice choked, “You are the best brother in the world.”

    Cheng Yue smiled softly, with a bit of helplessness in his voice: “Okay, why are you crying, take a good bath, Go to sleep.” The night was dark, and Cheng Chu returned to the room and cherished all the dolls beside the bed.

    All kinds of Doraemon are like patron saints, watching the girl fall into a deep sleep.

    On New Year’s Eve, when Cheng Chu got up, she received a WeChat message from the monitor.

    It was a class change confirmation form.

    It read: Since this time the grades are up to standard, please choose whether to enter the key class.

    The rain had not stopped overnight, and the sky was still gloomy. Cheng Chu printed out the pair of application forms and wrote “Yes” in the space provided.

    The last column of the confirmation form needs the signature of the parents. Cheng Chu felt that he was not in a hurry, so he just put the form under the book and went on to do other things.

    The atmosphere at home was very good today. Cheng Ruohai, who was often away from home, was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, Fu Xun was playing with his mobile phone, and Fu Rong was preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner with the nanny in the kitchen.

    After the mediation of Cheng Yue, Fu Rong was relieved about whether she would be admitted to the conservatory of music, but she often asked worriedly, “What if you can’t support yourself in the future?”

    Cheng Ruohai on the side glanced coldly. Glancing at her, “The family lacks this amount of money? What the daughter wants to do, it doesn’t matter if she can’t earn a penny.”

    Only then did Fu Rong shut up.

    The family happily ate lunch and took a leisurely nap. When Cheng Chu woke up, it was already dark outside.

    She was still drowsy after the nap, and walked downstairs in a daze.

    The New Year’s Eve dinner was as rich as ever, with a full table.

    The family was full and sat on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala.

    Cheng Chu looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

    The rain has not stopped for several days in a row, the rain curtain is pouring, and the pattering rain does not stop, as if vowing to wash away the liveliness of the city.

    The phone vibrated a few times, and it was a New Year’s message sent in advance by some unfamiliar friends.

    At first glance, it was a group post, but Cheng Chu calmed down and replied one by one.

    After replying to those, she discovered that the news of the class group had accumulated to 99+.

    Some wished each other “Happy New Year”, and others shared their New Year’s Eve dinner.

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