Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 322 You are still waiting and watching!

"I'm not lying. Didn't you see it when you changed your clothes before? There are lipstick marks." Although the hot kiss is out of the question, it's all the woman's wishful thinking.

But the Cake Emperor hurt her so badly that he even slept in his house all night, and she would teach him a lesson no matter what.

"I thought it was you—"

"Humph!"

Gu Yanfei turned her face away with a cold snort, really thinking that she has ever put on such a bright lipstick?What's more, she is not a pervert, so she would not kiss him.

"Jealous?" Luo Chenyang felt uncomfortable all over. What she said seemed to be true. If there was such a woman, he probably wanted to kill someone.

"How come, I just stayed there and watched for a while—"

"You still wait and see!" Her cool tone made him want to vomit blood. With her previous temperament, shouldn't she have stepped forward to fight that woman long ago?
If there is such a woman.

"Otherwise, I think the cake put you there, probably because it doesn't want to disturb you."

"So you don't want to disturb me, so you are watching? Then, how did you take me away?" Don't let him vomit blood, he will die.

"There's a waiter in the bar, hello, why did you stop here?"

Gu Yanfei looked at the road conditions, there was still a distance to the publishing house, he wouldn't become angry because of what she said, and kick her out of the car, right?
In fact, seven points are true and three points are false, and there is almost no lie.

"You want to go to work without breakfast? Wait."

He glanced at her, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and ran to the small restaurant next to him.

Gu Yanfei was stunned for a moment, it turned out that he wasn't thinking about what happened last night, but that she didn't eat breakfast.

She buried her face in the armchair in some pain, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Luo Chenyang, Luo Chenyang, Luo Chenyang, Luo Chenyang..."

I don't know how many times I yelled, but when I raised my head again, I regained my composure.

But in her heart, how could she be calm?
The nicer he was to her, the more at a loss she was.

Mom, if one day, my heart is out of my control again, what should I do?
A man who appeared so early in my life, ten years, what should I use to forget?

(End of this chapter)