Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song Yumei's eyes were all red. “Sister, where am I setting them up? I just...”

“Stop it!” Song Jiuyue suddenly yelled at Song Jiumei.

In her car, the outsiders couldn't see, and she didn't have to deliberately disguise her emotions.

Though Song Xuemei understood the spleen nature of Song Xueyue, she was yelled at and wronged, and she was incredibly grieved.

Her red eyes overflowed with tears and her hands held the steering wheel tightly, trying to swallow the sour throat.

“Gu Xiao is not worried about Song, it has become a fact. If you want to hate Song Li Xiao as much as you used to, you must find a way to destroy Song Li Xiao's reputation.” Song Jiuyue Cold Road.

“Song, what else doesn't have a bad reputation?” Song Yumei asked inexplicably, his voice swallowed.

“Hasn't she become a lady lately? Even dressed differently, you'll find a way to get her back the way she was. ”

“…” How can this restore her to what she was?

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After drinking the chicken soup, Song Feng felt sleepy.

Gu Qiu helped her lie down and carefully covered her quilt.

He raised his head and saw Pastoral still sitting there. He picked out his eyebrows, his dark eyes, and he sank somewhat terribly.

“Why don't you go?” Man's voice, cold.

Pastoral Peach's eyes sparkled, his lips snapped, and he laughed like a monster. "When you invited me out to dinner, ”

“I'm going to stay with my wife.” Gu Qiu said coldly.

“With your wife, you have to eat too. ”

Song looked at Gu Xiao, “Go out to dinner with Pastoral Gu. ”

“I'm not hungry.” Gu Zheng looked at Song without worries.

The dark dark eyes were very calm, and Song's worry-free heart suddenly burst.

Pastor came over and grabbed Gu Zheng's arm, “The matter of accompanying his wife is long. Let's go out to dinner. ”

Gu Zheng tried to shake off Pastoral Ancient, the thick and black sword eyebrows tightened, some reluctantly looked at Pastoral gripping hand.

Two grown men pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling.

Song Li worried, but it was like driving people away: “Everybody out, someone is here, I can't sleep properly. ”

“Did you hear that? Your wife doesn't like you haunting her.” Pastoral jokes.

But Gu Qiu listened and his heart peeled slightly.

He was dragged out by Pastoral Ancient and looked back at Song without worries.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with a slight confusion.

No disobedience, no disobedience.

It doesn't matter if he's here or not.

No, it should be, she prefers him gone.

Gu Jianxian's eyebrows were tighter. Really, like Pastoral said, she didn't like the way he was entangled?

He remembered that before, before, she was always haunting him--

Turns out, being hated by people who like it, that's the feeling.

Gu Zheng walked out of the ward, shaking off Ancient Pastoral hands, and looked cold.

Pastor looked at his dark face and said, "Can I buy you something to eat? ”

“I'm not rare.” He's got money.

“If you need anything, let her rest. If you're hungry, who's gonna take care of her?” Pastor Guzhu shook his head, “I really don't understand you. It used to be Song Wu worried about you. Now you are Song Wu worried about you. This is called Feng Shui rotation? ”

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Gu Qiang came back after lunch, an hour later.

He came in with a box and pushed the door.

When he saw Song Fengxiao on the bed with his eyes closed, he eased his footsteps.

He walked up to the bed and stood straight there.

He lowered his head and looked deeply at Song.