Chapter 779： I will not affect this life because of past events.

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"If you are really the reincarnation of the Oriental Xuan, if you have the memory of the X dynasty, how do you face me?"

Song Wu worry eyes are as clear as the spring, shining like a light, smiling at Gu Yu.

Gu Yu said the cool lips, Shen Sheng said: "I will not affect this life because of past events."

"In this case, you still blame God for being unfair? Auntie, when did you become so contradictory?"

"I want to have that memory, I want to know more about you, not for what." Gu Yu said the shoulders of Song Wushou, "If there is that memory, then we will be like a childhood."

"Auntie." Song Wushou took Gu's big palm and gently groaned. She looked up and smiled at him. "I know what you are thinking, you don't just want to know, shepherd is in X. How much dynasty likes Song Guizhen, and then speculates how much he likes me now. In fact, we don’t care about the pastoral things? I don’t care about past lives or this life, I love you, this is your face. Yet?"

"Like my face, don't you like me?" Gu Yu coveted, looking straight into her eyes.

Song has no worries and smiles: "Your face is more attractive than yours. You don't know your character is very weird?"

"What if the animal husbandry turned into my face?"

"Puzzle, high imitation, all are counterfeit goods, this palace disdains!" Song Wu worry to raise his jaw, I wanted to smile, but I took the heart, smiled very happy.

"Stupid." Gu Yu saw her smile so happy, she was infected.

She is in a good mood, as long as she is happy, more important than anything else.

"You just looked really stupid, saying that everything is 'hmm, okay', I am seriously despising you." Song Wushou looked up, pinched Gu Yu’s face, and made a face like a naughty face. "Small, vinegar jar."

"Don't get in the inch, so pinch my face, I don't like it." Gu Yu holds Song Woo's soft boneless wrist, looking at her eyes, full of pets and tolerance.

"So how do you like it?"

"Kiss me, kiss me, I like it."

"I want to be beautiful, I don't kiss, pregnant women don't kiss, what about oxygen deficiency?"

"I will give you artificial respiration."

"Hey, looking for the ward hall, I didn't find you. I used to hide here and talk about love." Huang Ling's voice rang from behind them.

Four months later, Huang Ling's hair was long. Under the guidance of Song Wushou, dressing up was more in line with her temperament.

A white simple T-shirt with a pair of brown high-waist shorts and a pair of white five-cm high heel sandals.

Simple, stylish, slimming, sunny...

Hanging a black shoulder bag, holding a mobile phone in his hand, leaning against a pillar in the gazebo, smiling and gazing.

"It’s not the time for you to come." Gu Shuguang gathered and he thought, and he kissed Song.

"I am destroying the king, you don't know?" Huang Ling glanced at Gu Yu, then entered the pavilion and took a picture in front of Gu Yu and Song Wuxi.

"A friend circle?" Gu Yan raised an eyebrow.

"NO!" Huang Ling erected an index finger and shook it. "I sent it to Mobson."

"It seems that your relationship with Mobson is getting better and better." Song worries jokingly.