Chapter 13

Maybe it's time for her to make up for it again. She smelled the familiar fragrance of pine wood, and then she had a good night's sleep.

Lu yanmu listens to the sound of breathing. The girl's various anomalies come to mind one by one, and then she has no sleep.

……

To hold a man's thigh, the first thing to do is to have a good relationship with him.

If she wants revenge, she must first hold the thigh of the man in front of her eyes.

Gu Qingmang naturally knows how much money his clothes cost. However, she can't be ignorant.

Song Yuan instantly lowers his head and stares at the soles of his shoes. OK, when I don't know anything.

Lu yanmu gave a cold sweep with an obvious warning.

The shirt you're wearing is almost equal to my one month's salary.

Song Yuan sent him speechless eyes: Master, please feel your conscience again.

"It's not worth it." The man can't afford to talk.

After a long time, the girl in her arms finally stopped crying, sobbed, raised her head, looked at the beautiful face, and said to Lu yanmu, "your shirt is soiled by me..."

In front of Miss Gu, the master, who had always been decisive and wise, never had a principle.

Well, I knew it would be like this

Lu yanmu noticed the glare of his eyes at the door and swept his head coldly. Song Yuan instantly withdrew his gaze and stared at the floor under his feet and did not dare to look again.

The master, who has always been cold as ice, can still have such a gentle time?

How did miss retrospection change her temper? Can you still hold the master and cry?

He has been with the master for so long, and he has also dealt with Miss Gu. She has never resisted the master's contact.

Song Yuan, who was close behind Lu yanmu, stood outside the door and saw the scene. He was stunned and couldn't help opening his mouth.

After a while, the shirt has been wet with tears, but the girl in her arms did not mean to stop, but because his comfort showed signs of crying more and more fierce.

The girl in her arms only cried but did not speak. She nestled in his chest, crying fiercely like a drowning man grasping at straw.

When she heard her despairing cry, her feet were stagnant. Then she stepped forward quickly, took the girl in her arms and patted her behind, "what's the matter?"

After opening the door, he saw Gu Qingmang sweating and frightened. Under his eyes, he was determined and unfamiliar.

Lu yanmu, who was still explaining things to his subordinates in his study, heard the shrill cry. His eagle eyes narrowed and his face looked serious. He got up and rushed to the bedroom. He used to be a steady pace, but at this time he seemed to be in a hurry.

When Gu Qingmang saw the man coming in, he felt a sudden pain in his heart. His eyes were full of tears, and he whispered, "Lu yanmu..."

The door was suddenly opened, and the tall figure of the man came into view.

Wring the bed sheet under the body, under the eyes, is the cold and piercing cold, engraved in the bone of the resolute.

She didn't want to go through it again when she thought of all the things in her previous life, even her fingers were shaking!

Gu Qingmang wakes up from the dream, and the cold sweat wet the whole back. It is summer, but it makes her fall into the ice cellar and the cold of bone erosion.

"Ah

"Or you take it off and I'll wash it for you?" Gu Qingmang blinked and opened his mouth carefully.

Lu yanmu's hands were stiff, and he looked at her with an inquisitive look. Similarly, Song Yuan's eyes were widened, and his expression was a ghost.

Gu Qingmang was struck by the two eyes, and said, "if you don't want to..."