When the banquet came to an end, Gu Yu and Song Wuzhe left the scene.

Tonight's banquet is simply to wash the white and Song.

Song Wuyou is really beautiful tonight.

She will make clothes, play the piano, and the tone of speech when she speaks. The elegant and indifferent temperament makes everyone look at her differently.

Back to the villa, although very late, Song Wushou still changed the medicine to Gu Yu, cleaning the wound.

Gu Yu lay on the sofa lazily, looking at her with a smile, and the light was gentle.

Song Wushou was seen by him as a blush, and she gave him a blank look.

"What song did you play tonight?" He never heard of it.

Song has no worries and screams. It is the song of her previous life, and it has not been passed down to this day. He said that he does not understand.

"Just play." She coveted, long eyelashes covered the guilty conscience of the eyes.

Gu Yu’s deep shackles took a glimpse of it: “If you play it, you can play it so well?”

Song Wuzhe stopped his movements, looked up and smiled lightly: "I find it hard to listen."

Gu Yu looked directly at Song’s eyes, "When did you learn to play the Guqin?"

"Small time." This is the truth.

“How small is it?”

"7-year old."

Gu Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at her dawn and became deep. "Who is the teacher?"

Song Worry looked at him calmly: "Death."

It was her mother and the oriental Xuan's mother. Her mother was smashed by the Nine. The Oriental Xuan Niang died in the second day of the Emperor Xuandang.

"Unfortunately, I am still thinking, if I am still, I will visit him personally."

"..." Song Wuyi bowed his head and continued to help him deal with the wound.

Even if they are still alive, you can't visit in person.

Gu Yu reached out and touched her head and smiled. "Song is worry-free, you have given me a surprise, but more and more."

Song has no worries, then twisted his neck. "Don't affect me, I am tired tonight."

After a pause, Song Wushou suddenly thought of something. She looked up and looked at Gu Yu. "Before leaving, I saw Song Haoyue and Cheng Junhua enter the elevator together."

Gu Shuguang sank, "I know."

Song Wushou frowned: "Song Haoyue will not want to hook up Cheng Junhua?"

Gu Yu looked at her with a sly look: "Mr. Gu’s identity is occupied by you. She should want to take Mrs. Cheng’s identity.”

"If she became Cheng Chengtai, she would use Cheng Junhua to save Yang Yu back." Song Wuxi said with some worry.

Gu Yu evokes a smile like a devil, raises his hand, and touches the face of Song Worry. "Cheng Junhua will not have this opportunity."

"..." Song Wushou's clear and clear eyes passed a touch of incomprehension.

What does he mean?

Is the strength of Cheng Junhua not as good as his?

Cheng Junhua is a presidential candidate and a relative of the president.

......

......

The beginning sun is very bright.

Even if you pull a thick curtain, you can't stop it.

Song Yuyue, who has always been wearing a blindfold, sleeps because of the lack of blindfold at the hotel, and it is extremely uncomfortable to be stabbed by the light that comes in through the curtains.

She trembled her eyelashes and made her eyes feel more comfortable.

"Ah..." The arm just lifted, and the body was sore.

This soreness made her react quickly.

She followed Cheng Junhua last night...

Song Haoyue stared at the ceiling.

Last night, Cheng Junhua took possession of her like a wolf, and she was hungry to swallow her whole body.

The sound of the water from the bathroom came, Song Songyue set the god, Cheng Junhua did not go?

She hooked her lips and revealed a cold smile.

Isn't it better that he didn't go? After a while, you can "negotiate" with him.