Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Gu Yan smiled shamelessly: "Not enough, we must continue to touch."

Song Wu worry, force him, open him, "Touch your dead man!"

Gu Yu felt her coldness, and he put her hands on her shoulders and gently held her body.

"Song has no worries, are we starting again?" He was deep and firm.

Song’s worry-free heart trembled, pretending to ask: "What restarts?"

"I want to pursue you. So, please don't be cold to me, can you?"

Looking at his serious look, Song's worry-free heart, a slight pain.

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled lightly. "I used to pursue you. Are you not more cold to me?"

Gu Yu listened, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed with deep sorrow.

His resolute outline is like a layer of tulle, which is mysterious and handsome, and makes people look unclear.

His eyes are deep, and he is not at the bottom. Like the ancient millennium, it is unfathomable. Song is not worried about what he is thinking at this time.

In short, in the face of his deep gaze, Song has no feeling of holding his breath.

"Rely! Really like the animal kiduscript, the wind and water turn?" Gu Yu suddenly let go of Song Wu worry, airway.

Between the talks, I also licked my foot and turned around, so that... Lovely to Song Wuzhe thought "噗嗤" smile.

Song Wu worry slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a funny look.

Is this how angry he is?

Gu Yu looked at the time, Emei: "I still have a bunch of documents to review. After work, you will wait for me on the first floor. Let's go eat together."

"Yeah." Song nodded and nodded.

Can she despise him?

A bunch of documents to review, but also come to the sister.

......

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Get off work at noon.

Song Wuzhe and Xu Jing walked out of the first floor.

When I first arrived at the gate of the building, suddenly, I was blocked by a group of journalists who were obsessed.

Microphones and flashlights, as well as reporters’ eyes, all gathered in Song’s worry-free body.

Song Wushou was the first to face such a fierce scene, facing the shining spotlight, she frowned uncomfortably.

She wanted to escape back to the building, but she was blocked by reporters before and after.

Moreover, during the off-duty hours, the employees of Gushi Building continued to emerge.

Seeing this scene, they all stopped, resulting in more congestion.

Xu Jing was nervously licking Song’s arms and his face was pale.

After all, Song Wuxi’s past life was Song Guizhen, and the **** scenes have been seen. Soon, she calmly calmed down.

She straightened her waist and showed her most elegant side in front of the reporter.

"Mrs. Gu, can you explain the video that is circulating on the Internet?"

"Mrs. Gu, what happened to you and the pastor?"

"Mrs. Gu, I heard that you are relying on the means to climb the bed of Gu Shao to force him to marry you, and then go to the hook ~ lead his good brother, the young master of the ancients?"

"Mrs. Gu, you are arresting the things that go out of the track. Gu Shao also agrees that you are going to work at Gu?"

......

The reporter’s question, rushing to the front, like a machine gun and a gun, shot out.

Song worries are indifferent, his mouth is smiling, and he calmly looks at them.

Her gaze, with a sharpness, slowly sweeped everyone on the scene.

In the face of their embarrassing problems, Song Wushou did not spit a word.

At the scene, almost everyone is rushing to ask questions.

But gradually, the sound is reduced.

Because they saw the sneer of Song Wu’s mouth, and the sharp and faint gaze, they didn’t know why. In this way, she was stunned by her gas field.

Soon, they stopped breathing and looked at Song Wuwei with a little nervousness.

Song worries, slowly looked at them, and then smiled: "You said, Gu Shao handsome or the young master?"