Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

He walked in, picked up the paper on the ground, and when he saw a few drops of blood stains on the paper, he rushed out of the room in shock.

Just as Gu Qiu came out of the room, he asked, “Is there no worries in the room? ”

He frowned and looked deeply at Pastoral Ancient.

He held the drawing paper in his hand and panicked.

Gu Qiu asked coldly: "Are you looking for no worries? ”

Pastoral stunned and tried to suppress the excitement in his heart.

He laughed uncomfortably, “What am I looking for her for? I was just wondering why you didn't rest with her. ”

“She's not in the room.” Gu Zheng walked over and looked at the drawing paper in his hand. "What's that? ”

Pastoral tightened his five fingers and laughed: “Nothing, it's...”

Gu Zheng's eyes were quick and as he approached him, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the painting in Ancient Pastoral hands.

“Ahju!” Pastoral was shocked and tried to reach for it.

Gu Zheng turned around and turned his back. The drawing paper had spread out.

It's the one where Princess Song sits on the swing, because it's wrinkled, not very pretty.

Gu Zheng frowned, turned around and looked at Pastoral Ancient, “The woman in the game? ”

Mugu was relieved to hear him say that.

“No.” Pastoral reached out and tried to get it back. Gu Zheng's side stopped his hand.

Gu Zhuang hooked his lips and smiled shallow. “No, that's the woman you like. ”

After that, his eyes fell again on the woman in the picture, "She looks pretty good. ”

All of a sudden, he stared straight at the hair accessories on the woman's hair.

How do you get so familiar with a woman's hair?

He auctioned it off to Song Wuxi, then Song Wuxi gave it to Makoto's place to "get involved"!

Gu Zheng's long, narrow eyes flashed with a dark, cold light.

He looked up, looked sharply at Pastoral Ancient, and raised his hand to the painting, "Who is the woman in the painting? ”

Pastoral calmly looked at the painting, "Whatever. ”

Gu Zheng didn't seem to believe him, “Just drawing? It's random. Why is she wearing love on her head? ”

Ancient Pastor's face remained calm, “I painted it when I saw Pastoral Heart wearing it. ”

Gu looked at Mugu questionably, "You behaved too calmly to believe what you said. ”

Pastoral peach eyes sparkled with a very silent expression, "I'm a hangman, don't you say the same about what I'm hiding? Po, I really painted this randomly. ”

“This woman is ugly.” Gu Zheng plugged the painting back to Pastoral and went downstairs.

Pastoral Ancient took the painting, turned around, dark as ink jade eyes, and looked at Guzheng in complexity.

Indeed, the woman in the picture, unlike Song today, is not really pretty...

Gu Zheng came downstairs and asked Muxin before realizing that Song Wuxi had not come down since he went upstairs.

After listening, Gu Qiu returned.

I washed my face in the bathroom and thought a lot about Song no worries. I went back to my room.

She was sitting on the bed with her pillow in her arms as Gu Zheng came in.

When she saw him come in, she looked up and looked at him in the dark.

Gu Qiu saw her pale face, frowned and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable? ”

Song nodded with no worries: “Very tired. ”

Her eyes, looking straight at her cheeky face, her heart, a little sore.

Gu Zheng sat down in front of the bed and rubbed her head. “Why are you tired of riding two laps today? ”

Song Wuoxiao said softly: “Probably too long in the car. ”