Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Every time I think about Oriental Xuan, Song's worry-free heart stings.

She didn't want to see Gu Zheng's face. She pulled the quilt down from the bed.

“Gu Qiu, I'm seasick, I'm asleep, don't argue with me. ”

Gu Jiuzhu looked deeply at her.

The moment she was distracted, he caught a glimmer of grief from her face.

It's a little sadness to see through the red dust, not that kind of heartbreak.

He also knew that she was seasick, just an excuse.

She didn't want him to see her true expression.

Gu Zheng clasped her lips tightly, she... seemed to be hiding a lot from him.

……

……

The party is almost over.

Take a yacht out of the ocean and drive slowly to shore.

Song did not worry to lie in bed for about half an hour.

When I woke up, Gu Xiao was no longer in the room.

She got up, washed a face, tidied her dress and haircut, left the lounge and came to the deck.

The yacht is not very large, but the wind on the deck is still very high.

The salty sea breeze struck his face as if his hands were patting him gently in the face.

Song Li Xiao loves this comfort.

She walked to the edge, held the guardrail, and let the wind blow her dress.

Ancient pasture came out of it with two cups of juice.

Standing at the hatch, looking at Song's worry-free back.

The women who came to the party were all dressed up as flowers.

And she, a simple fitted purple dress, black hair and waist.

The sea breeze blows, the skirt floats and the hair dances wildly.

This is the scene with the beautiful peach blossoms.

He glanced deeply at Song's worry-free back with his lips on his face.

Suddenly, he snapped his lip and smiled.

Smiling a little bit.

He lifted his feet and walked over.

“Juice goes better with the sea breeze.” Pastoral Ancient stood next to Song Feng and gave her a cup of juice.

It was him who came to see Song. "Don't you have to stay with your sister? ”

Ancient pastoral lips, bent corners of mouth, smile gives a demonic and bad feeling.

“She is now dreaming in the lounge with a dress she has given her with no worries. ”

“That dress is beautiful and I love it. ”

“If you like it, why give it to Makoto?” Pastoral looked at her and asked.

Song Weiyi looked at Pastoral Ancient: “Gu Weiyi told you? ”

How else would he know she designed that dress?

Pastoral peach glasses swept past the complexity, he was just trying, I didn't think she really designed the dress.

The style of that dress is almost identical to the X-day clothes...

"The celebrity on the card is obviously you," said Pastoral. ”

Song smiled softly: “It's just the same name, maybe not me. ”

“Enough, don't you admit it in front of me? Your reaction just made me certain that you designed that dress. ”

Song did not worry about a bite of fruit juice, sour and sweet, and a strong aroma.

Song did not worry slightly frowned and looked at the orange drink in the cup, tearing the topic apart: “What is this? Sour.”

“Passion fruit juice. ”

Song Min sniffed a little, “It smells really good. ”

Song did not worry about another sip. This time, the taste is not as sour as the first sip.

Besides, the more you drink, the better.

“Song Yumei was drugged.” Pastoral Ancient looked deeply at Song no worries.

The conversation turned too fast, and Song's worry-free mind paused for a moment.

She looked up at Pastoral Ancient, “I know, I can tell. ”

Mugu smiled elegantly: "Don't you want to know who drugged her? ”