Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Put your hands on the steering wheel and control the whole car easily and easily.

Handsome people do everything handsome, even driving so handsome.

It's just...

Song has no worries and frowns. She clearly maintains the memory of the original owner. Why is she so strange to driving?

Out of the hospital, she was in the back seat by taxi.

Now sitting in the co-pilot's seat, watching Gu Zheng drive up close, she actually found it very novel.

“Want to drive?” Gu Qiu saw her staring at him and the steering wheel and foot pedal and asked in silence.

“No!” Song took his eyes back and looked elsewhere.

“When did you learn to play?” He glanced at her.

“A long time ago. ”

“When. ”

“Five years ago.” Song did not worry about lying.

“How old were you five years ago? ”

“How old am I now? ”

“Twenty-one. ”

“Oh...” Song's worried eyes swept past complications, "I thought you didn't know how old I was. ”

“Didn't you haunt me all day after you met me? How do you have time to learn?” Gu Qiu glanced at her.

“Do you keep me haunted all day? Have you noticed what I do?” Song laughed with no worries.

“…” Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows and the atmosphere suddenly got a little weird.

Song did not worry about breaking this silence, turned his head and looked out the window.

“Did you play The Last Piece of Banana Leaf today? ”

“Mm-hmm." Song nodded.

“Such a beautiful note should be a famous song, how come I haven't heard the name of this song before.” Gu Jianxiao narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully.

“I made it myself.” Song said without concern.

Gu Qiu listened, turned away and looked deeply at her, "Can you still compose? ”

Song Feng turned his head and looked at him with a smile. "I have a lot of things to do. ”

Gu Zheng hooked his lips and laughed a little too deeply.

Song doesn't know what he's thinking, and she doesn't want to know what he's thinking.

She has to wash herself slowly, not only in his heart, but also in front of everyone.

“Looks like I'm gonna get to know you again.” Gu Jianfeng's eyes were deep and he looked at the front and said softly.

“Whatever. But I don't want to know you again.” There's no need to recognise him at all. He's still him. She's not her anymore.

Gu Zheng smiled coldly. He reached out and turned on the air conditioner.

Soon, Song Feng in his skirt felt cold.

She rubbed her arms, "It's cold. ”

Gu Zheng glanced at her, "Is it cold? ”

But he feels so hot.

“Mm-hmm.” Song frowned a little uncomfortably.

Gu Zhuang glanced at her and saw that she was wearing a short sleeve dress, thinking that her body was still not healed, her eyes sparkled, and finally took off her coat and put it on.

Watching him manipulate the steering wheel with one hand, taking off his coat with one hand, Song Wuoxiao, "What are you doing? ”

Soon, he handed over his coat, a smell that belonged to him, close by, haunting his nose.

“Put it on.” He felt hot and didn't want to turn off the air conditioning.

“I'm not wearing it.” Song Wuoxiao turned to the outside and did not take his coat.

He didn't even care about her when she was sick. Now that she's cold, he's such a gentleman to undress her?

Does he care about her?

But she's not scarce...

“Put it on!” Gu Zheng threw his coat on her leg, and the tone was dominant.

He's frowning. Damn, his coat's off. Why is it getting hot?