Mu Gu's footsteps stopped, and a cold light suddenly burst out from his peach eyes.
Bitch
Song Wuyou is a slut
"She's already in the hospital, why don't you go and see her?" Song Jiuyue said.
"Do you think she will die?" Song Jiumei gloated in her voice.
"No way, didn't Mu Gu say yesterday that her injury is not serious."
"Oh..." Song Jiumei was a little disappointed: "It's a pity that you can't die like this."
"Song Jiumei, don't talk nonsense!" Song Jiuyue blamed her voice. Although Song Jiuyue also hoped that Song Wuyou would die, this is Mu Gu's home. If Mu Gu heard about it, their elegant image in Young Master Gu's mind would fade away. destroyed.
"I'm not talking nonsense, I originally wanted Song Wuyou to die, so who would dare to rob Young Master Gu from you?"
"Okay, stop talking, help me put the chicken into the pot, the soup is ready, send it to Song Wuyou."
"Big sister, why did you boil soup for that bitch?" Song Wuyou was very dissatisfied.
Mu Gu sneered, opening his mouth and shutting his mouth are all sluts, Song Wuyou is really unlucky to have such a sister.
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Song Wuyou opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the white ceiling of the ward.
At the end of the nose, there is cold disinfectant water passing by.
Smell, there is a faint, fragrant tobacco smell.
This smell is all too familiar.
Song Wuyou turned his head slightly and looked at the man sitting on the chair.
The man rests one elbow on the back of the chair, supporting his whole body.
Resting his chin lightly on the back of his hand, he fell asleep.
Song Wuyou looked at him, just now in a dream, he dreamed of Dongfang Xuan.
Now, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw him with the same handsome face as Dongfang Xuan.
It's just that he lacked Dongfang Xuan's innate hostility, but he was just as noble and arrogant.
Dongfang Xuan was like a cheetah on the battlefield.
And this man is even more ruthless in the mall.
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao's face intently.
Delicate and resolute, like a perfect work of art carved out of meticulous care.
The bangs on his forehead drooped slightly, adding a bit of softness to him.
Thin lips, very sexy ~ feeling.
The eyelashes are very long and curled, which makes people jealous.
Is that you
Song Wuyou's eyes were full of sadness, and a trace of mist appeared.
She was in a trance.
What I dreamed when I was in a coma, was it a dream, or my soul returned to the previous life.
She saw Dongfang Xuan was killed on the battlefield...
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao sadly and sadly, is he the reincarnation of Dongfang Xuan
If not, why do two people look so similar
Thinking of Dongfang Xuan's death in battle, Song Wuyou's heart ached like being pricked by a needle.
She suddenly wanted to know, what would happen to him after she died
Has there been an enemy invasion, has there been a war
Suddenly, he who missed his past life so much...
But when he thought of the scene of him appearing in the cold palace with the empress, Song Wuyou's heart became cold again.
The way he looked at her was so cold, so cold—
He said she should be damned.
He treats himself like this, why do he still care about him
"Ahem..."
Song Wuyou's throat was choked up, a little hoarse and dry, and she coughed twice uncomfortably.
Her cough woke Gu Yanhao awake.
Gu Yanhao suddenly opened his eyes, his deep eyes were bloodshot.
"Are you awake?" He sat up straight.
"En." Song Wuyou responded, moved his body, and wanted to sit up, only to realize that Gu Yanhao's other hand had been holding his own.