Inside Mobson is a dark grey sweater with a knit turtleneck, a white plaid with a diamond stud, a black slacks underneath, and a pair of black men's leather boots.

He is dressed like this, handsome and tall, deep facial features, under the sunshine, like a beautiful man who came out of the painting.

The maid of the manor saw such a handsome foreign man, could not help but stay straight and looked straight.

Mobson is handsome again. For Gu Yu, that is the air.

He couldn't see Mobson, through him, watching the woman who came behind him.

She is tied with the head of the ball, so that he is familiar with it.

"Young master, that is not..." Ade behind him was shocked.

Gu Yu, the whole person forgot to respond, even helped Huang Ling to block the sun's hand, and forgot to take it back, rigidly blocking Huang Ling's forehead.

I don't even know, Huang Ling is holding his waist -

Gu Yu’s brain at this time is like a beep.

In addition to shock, still shocked.

"Oh..." Mobson looked at Gu Yu’s bodyguard and pointed his gun at him, spreading his hands and a funny face.

However, when the bodyguard saw the woman behind him, they took back the guns and looked at them.

Song Worry returned to here, and she was 13 days away from the day she was on the accident.

Back here, she is very excited.

But the doctor told her not to walk quickly, but not to run, it will affect the fetus.

It's just stable, but it doesn't mean you can be arrogant.

She had to hold her foot and gracefully approached here.

However, when she saw the woman in Gu Yuhuai, her footsteps were there.

"What happened?" Mobson had already come to the front of Gu Yu, and looked around Huang Ling with interest, then leaned over and looked at Song Wuzhan standing behind.

The distance between Song Wuyou and Gu Yu is ten meters away.

He clearly felt her breath, his bottom and the waves.

And Song’s worry-free heart, a slight pain.

Gu Yu is in front of her face, so cares for a woman, what is going on?

She just left here for ten days. Even if he thought she was dead, shouldn’t it be so fast?

Shouldn't he be in grief during this time?

how--

Song Wushou raised his hand and took off his sunglasses.

Her eyes, because she was soaked in the sea for too long, slept too much and suffered from eye inflammation.

Mobson asked her to wear sunglasses before leaving the plane, not to be pierced by the sun, or it would be more painful and worryy.

After she took off her sunglasses, the beautiful face was perfectly displayed in everyone's field of vision.

Seeing this face, Gu Yu’s heart, I’ve had an earthquake.

Huang Ling, with her eyes wide open, looked at Song without worry.

what happened?

That woman... what the **** is going on? !

"Miss!" Xu Jing was to see the excitement. As soon as she arrived, she saw Song Wushou who took the sunglasses and excitedly forgot me. She ran over and slammed Song Worry, then burst into tears: Is that you? Miss, is that you?"

Xu Jing’s crying, awakened the shocking Gu Yu.

Gu Yan was a savvy, and he came back.

"No worries?" His voice was a bit stiff.

"She...she..." Huang Ling’s voice passed into his ear.

He turned his head and found out that one of his hands was on Huang Ling's shoulder, the other hand blocked her from the sun, and Huang Ling's arm was around his waist, and they were cuddling.

Gu Yan looked at Huang Ling and looked at Song Wushou.