Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Towards the end of the banquet, Gu Ying and Song left the scene without worries.

Tonight's banquet is all about washing Song Bai.

Song Min Tonight, it's really beautiful.

She can make clothes, she can play the piano, she can speak with a tone that doesn't slow down, that elegant, light-hearted temperament that makes everyone treat her differently.

Back at the villa, although it was late, Song Wuxi changed the medicine to clean the wounds.

Leaning lazily on the sofa, Gu looked at her with a light smile and a gentle glance.

Song Lixiao was blushed by him, and she glanced at him white.

“What song are you playing tonight?” He never heard of it.

Song did not worry about his mouth. It was a song from her past life. It has not been circulated to this day. He said that he did not understand either.

“Play whatever you want.” Her eyes dropped and her long eyelashes covered her heart's weakness as she walked under her eyes.

Gu Zheng's deep eyes looked at him with a glimmer of glance: “Can you play anything that sounds so good? ”

Song Feng stopped the motion in his hand, looked up and smiled slightly: “I think it's ugly. ”

Gu Zheng looked directly into Song's worry-free eyes, “When did you learn to play the ancient qin? ”

“When I was little.” It's the truth.

“How small? ”

“Seven. ”

Gu Zheng picked his eyebrows, looked at her eyes and became dark, “Who is the teacher? ”

Song looked at him with no worries: “He died. ”

Her mother and Oriental Xuan's mother taught her. Her mother was lost by the Qiu clan. Oriental Xuan's mother died the next day of illness in Oriental Xuan Dynasty.

“Unfortunately, I was wondering, if I were still here, if I would visit him personally. ”

“…” Song did not worry about his head and continued to help him with the wound.

Even if they were alive, you wouldn't be able to visit them yourself.

Gu Zheng reached out and touched her head, laughing: “Song Min Xiao, you surprised me, but more and more. ”

Song was not worried, then twisted his neck, “Don't affect me, I'm tired tonight. ”

After a pause, Song Wuxi suddenly thought of something. She looked up and looked at Gu Jiuhua. “Before leaving, I saw Song Jiuyue entering the elevator with Cheng Junhua. ”

Gu Zhuang glanced deeply, “I know. ”

Song Wuoxiao frowned: “Song Jiuyue is not trying to hook up with Cheng Junhua, right? ”

Gu Zheng looked at her with a gracious look: “Mrs. Gu's identity has been taken over by you. She should want to take Mrs. Cheng's identity. ”

“If she became Mrs. Cheng, she would use Cheng Junhua to rescue Yang Yu.” Song said with some concern.

Gu Zhenghua grinned like a demon. He raised his hand and touched Song's worried face. “Cheng Junhua will not have this chance. ”

“…” Song's clear and clear eyes swept away.

What does he mean?

Is Cheng Junhua less powerful than him?

Cheng Junhua is a presidential candidate and the president's nephew.

……

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The sun was very bright at first.

Even with the thick curtains closed, it cannot stop its light.

Song Yingyue, who had always slept with a blindfold, was extremely uncomfortable because she spent the night in a hotel without a blindfold and was pricked by the light shining through the curtains.

She shuddered her eyelashes and stretched out a lazy waist to make her eyes more comfortable.

“Ah...” The arm just lifted and the pain in the drill came from all over the body.

This pain made her react quickly.

She talked to Cheng Junhua last night...

Song Jiuyue stared at the ceiling and lost his mind.

Last night, Cheng Junhua took possession of her like a wolf. She was starving to swallow the whole of her stomach.

The bathroom heard loud water, Song Yiu Yue set his mind, Cheng Junhua didn't leave?

She hooked her lips and smiled with a cold smile.

Wouldn't it be better if he didn't leave? You can “negotiate” with him later.