Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Separated the outsiders, Gu Zheng only told the whole story of Huang Ling and Song Gui Fei.

Song Wuxi and Huang Ling looked at each other quietly and listened quietly.

Song's worry-free heart suddenly grey, she... still came back.

Though, her face changed, she was always her.

Gu Xiao liked it at first, not her face.

No one knows better than Song Feng, what kind of makeup the original owner used to wear.

In such an "ugly” situation, Gu Xiao would marry her, it seems that he really likes her.

And now that she's back, this body, this look, it's pretty neat.

Song thought sadly, no wonder he suddenly gave up looking for her.

Turns out she's back...

But she's back. Why, she still has the memory of the original owner?

Has it ever surfaced and kept, or...

Actually, it doesn't matter. What matters is, how does she deal with them in the future?

Here, Huang Ling's heart is cut like a knife, and her eyes are filled with glittering tears.

It turns out that for more than seven months, Gu Zheng lived happily ever after, falling in love with the woman who occupied her body.

Turns out they've slept together and had a lot of deep feelings, and Gu Xiao also because she changed a lot.

No wonder she woke up this time and found out that his attitude towards her was not so bad.

He was good to himself because of this... Song Gui Fei?

Huang Ling's heart, broken, dripping fresh blood.

In her heart, despair, she knew she had no chance.

Tears, uncontrolled, like broken pearls, dashed off, so pathetic.

After Song did not worry about looking at it, his heart was complicated, and it was extremely unpleasant.

No one knows better than her how deeply the Lord loves Gu Xiao.

Now, Huang Ling is the original owner, and sees her crying silently because she feels despair. Her heart is so heavy.

She glanced and glanced deeply at her.

Song did not worry about her mouth. Her eyebrows were a little tired. She looked at Huang Ling with regret. “I'm sorry, I'm going back to my room. ”

She owed herself and got up.

“Sister.” Behind him, a sudden banjo sounded more surprised than shivering.

Song's worry-free back was stiff and turned around.

“Sister!” Banjianin, dressed in beige casual clothing, stood on a spinning staircase, holding the armrest with one hand, holding it tight into a fist, in his eyes, rolling over the hundreds of senses.

“Jianing.” At the moment when Song Wuoxiao looked into Banjianing's eyes, tears, moments flowed out.

They, four-eyed opposite, preferred to hold their lips tight, as if they were suppressing something, the beautiful eyes, with tears.

This eye, 10,000 years, this eye, this photograph of the heart, this eye, this constantly caught up in the aggravated fanaticism.

Song looked at Ban Jia Ning's eyes at this time and seemed to understand something.

She sucked her sour nose and lowly smiled with comfort.

For the first time, Banjia preferred to snap her lips and smile like a sunny boy.

Huang Ling looked at Gu Xiao and saw that his eyes had been falling on Song's worry-free back. His heart was sore.

She got up and ran out of the living room crying.

Outside Xu Jing, Mobson and other maids saw her crying and running aimlessly forward, with a squeaky face.

In the house.

Song looked out the door with no worries.

“Sister.” Benjamin walked down.

Song Wuxi opened his arms and embraced him.

“Sister, I was so worried about you.” Banjia preferred to speak with her mouth shut and cry.

As if, the boy who looked at her and laughed, with tears in his eyes, was not a child at all.