Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Yes, sir.” Ad took out a recording pen.

He pressed the key to turn on the playback, and soon, the recording of the pen came out clearly.

[Miss Song, what is this? A man's voice.

As soon as he heard the voice, Song Yumei's face changed and he looked shocked at the pen in Ad's hand.

[Don't ask what it is, just give this cup of flower tea to Song Wuxi.

This is Song Yumei's voice, even if it was played from a pen, it's not hard to hear her pride.

[If it's poison, I don't do it. If they find out, I'll die.

[I just want you to do one small thing and give you a million dollars. Why do you ask so many questions? It's not poison, don't worry.

Is it really not poison?

[Ask again, I'll find another waiter!

[Okay, I'm on my way.

The door was open and the waiter was walking away.

Subsequently...

[No worries Song, as long as you drink this cup of chrysanthemum tea, you may not even protect chrysanthemum!

[You're lucky you drank the most fruitful spring on the black market this year.

……

Song Wuoxiao listened to this and smiled coldly.

After the recording, Gu Xiao has also helped Song no worries about his hair.

Gu Xiao uses his five fingers as a comb to help Song Wuxi brush his hair.

Song Nan's face became very ugly and looked at Song Yumei harshly.

Mrs. Song also looked at Song Yumei unbelievably.

Song Yumei shivered in horror.

She suddenly shook her head, pointing to the pen in Ad's hand and shouting, "No! That's not my voice! ”

The faces of the three of them are incredibly rich and unstable.

“The hair is too long. Should we cut it short? ”

Gu Xiaoyu looked at Song Xiao with tenderness as if he had not heard Song Xiaomei yell.

“No cut!” Song doesn't like short hair. In her previous life, she dressed as a man, and she didn't cut her hair short.

Gu Zheng smiled and drowned. “I will wash your hair later. ”

Song didn't worry about staring at him: “That's what you said. ”

“Mmm.” Gu Xiaomei suddenly looked at Song Xiaomei.

Finally, Song Yumei cried quickly: “Master Gu, that's not my voice! No!”

“Yes, I can't even hear the sound of plum!” Lady Song pointed to Song no worries: “You must be the bitch, learn the sound of Ningmei and record it! ”

Song looked at Mrs. Song's fingers with no worries. She really didn't see the coffin and didn't cry.

Gu Zheng looked long and expensive, lazy half lying on the couch, in his hand, and playing with Song's worry-free hair.

Great hair, incredibly soft and silky.

His handsome face was so cold that there was no slight temperature.

Even so, he's handsome.

Song Yumei thought in his heart hatefully, sitting beside him, playing with his hair, why not her?

“Just got a recording?” Gu Qiu's low voice was as cold as frost.

“The waiter and the video are here.” Ade said.

Song Yumei listened and his brain “buzzed”.

Her whole person trembled and her face pale.

Song Nam saw such a reaction, guess what.

An anger poured out of his mind, and he held his fist tightly.

Gu Jiaomei glanced at Song Xiaomei with a smile. “Are you watching the video first or listening to the waiter first? ”

Song Yumei knew very well that it was useless not to admit it at this time.

She was so confused that she forgot to look at her ability to do things.

“I tried to drug Song Wuxi and tease her, but she didn't succeed. She drugged me and made me look ugly. ”