Madam Fu, it's so cruel!

Chapter 231 The Unspeakable Jiao

"You want me to pretend to be you here?" Qin Qing looked at her incredulously, as if she had suffered some great humiliation.

She tried so hard in the cheongsam and high heels, but in the end she pretended to be sleeping so that she could escape?

As soon as Qin Qing changed her soft expression, she grabbed Gu Wei's wrist seriously: "Are you going out to play? I'm going too."

Gu Wei raised his eyebrows, and gradually looked down at her hands.

After three seconds, she asked back, "I'm going to see a doctor, are you coming too?"

"Is that the psychiatrist is here too?" Qin Qing pursed her lower lip, her eyes were dark, and she didn't know what to think.

"It's him."

"I'm going!" Qin Qing bit her lip, and looked at her with burning eyes, "Didn't you say that you would trade him for Qing Mingshui's formula?"

Gu Wei took a deep look at her, as if he understood what she meant, but he didn't fully understand.

".it is good."

*
psychotherapy room

Under the night, only the lights were on here, and the motorcycle galloped over and suddenly stopped at the door.

Gu Wei took off his helmet and brushed his hair behind his ears, his movements were neat and sassy, ​​and his facial features were even more heroic, making it hard to look away at a glance.

She carried Qin Qing down from the back seat with one hand, and after helping her take off the helmet, she saw that her little face was pale, without even a trace of scarletness.

Gu Wei laughed: "I've already slowed down."

"I know." But it doesn't affect my fear.

Qin Qing supported her arm, just now, the speed was faster than that of a racing car, how did she do it?
Street lights kept flashing in front of her eyes, and she couldn't even see the shadow clearly, she just seemed to have fallen into a strange tunnel, and the wind in her ears turned into screams of devils.

Now, even going to the ground feels unreal.

Stepping on the ground, it seems to have left this beautiful world.

"what happened?"

Qin Qing was pulled back to her thoughts in a daze, a layer of mist had already formed in her eyes, the eyes looking at her were a little bit more resentful and sad, matched with a light water color on her lips.

Indescribably charming.

"Legs, legs are weak."

If it wasn't for supporting Gu Wei's arm, she would have fallen to the ground by now.

Gu Wei glanced at her unexpectedly, and immediately took her around her waist and led her in.

The door was kicked open by her, and Qin Qing was placed on the sofa in the living room.

Wen Tangyu rushed over when he heard the voice, and was taken aback when he saw Qin Qing on the sofa, but he quickly put away the dark eyes.

He raised his glasses and asked, "Is she injured?"

Qin Qing raised her eyes to look at him, shook her head lightly, her voice trembled softly: "It's just motion sickness, please treat it, don't worry about me."

Wen Tangyu was puzzled: "What treatment?" He didn't make an appointment with her for any treatment.

"what?"

Gu Wei stood on the sidelines and watched, seeing the two of them looking at him together, their eyes were full of doubts.

"Heh" she sneered, and unceremoniously grabbed Wen Tangyu's collar and threw it to Qin Qing's side, "I'll leave it for you."

Wen Tangyu didn't have any room to react, and was pushed by her and almost bumped into Qin Qing.

He supported the sofa before the two of them almost collided, and managed to stabilize his body.

"what?"

'Boom—'The door has been closed.

Wen Tangyu turned his head, looked at her for three seconds and asked, "Are you alive?"

A layer of scarlet color appeared on Qin Qing's face, "Well," she said, "She rescued me, so...I came to see you."

*
King's Landing Hotel, Penthouse Presidential Suite
The fingerprint lock on the door vaguely reflected a person walking from afar.

Finally stopped in front of the door.

After a second pause.

'Knock knock—'

There was a knock on the door, the door was pulled open, and the people in the room spoke out quickly. The voice was terribly pleasant, and it was especially clear in the quiet corridor.

"What are you doing here?"

The knocker evoked a generous smile, and she forcefully opened the door to enter, with a cold and firm voice: "It's not a discussion. Who goes up and who goes down?"

(End of this chapter)