Every time he thought of Dongfang Xuan, Song Wuyou's heart would ache.
She didn't want to see Gu Yanhao's face, so she pulled the quilt and lay down on the bed.
"Gu Yanhao, I'm seasick, I'm asleep, don't disturb me."
Gu Yanhao pursed his lips and looked at her deeply.
The moment she was distracted just now, he caught a trace of sadness on her face.
It is a trace of sadness that sees through the world, not the sadness of a broken love.
He also knew that her seasickness was just an excuse.
She didn't want him to see her sincere expression.
Gu Yanhao pursed her lips tightly, she... seemed to be hiding many things from him.
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The party is almost over.
The yacht that drove out of the ocean slowly headed towards the shore.
Song Wuyou lay on the bed and rested for about half an hour.
After waking up, Gu Yanhao was no longer in the room.
She got up, washed her face, arranged her skirt and hairstyle, left the lounge and came to the deck.
The yacht didn't drive much, but the wind on the deck was still very strong.
The salty sea breeze hit his face, like two hands gently patting his own face.
Song Wuyou liked this kind of comfort very much.
She walked to the edge, leaned on the railing, and let the wind blow her skirt.
Mu Gu came out with two glasses of juice.
Standing at the hatch, looking at Song Wuyou's back.
The women who came to the party were all well-dressed.
As for her, she had a simple and well-fitting purple dress, and her jet-black hair reached her waist.
When the sea breeze blows, the skirt flutters and the hair dances wildly.
Seeing this kind of picture, Mu Gu's beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly sink.
He pursed his lips, looking deeply at Song Wuyou's back with deep eyes.
Suddenly, he hooked his lips into a smile.
Laughing with a sense of vicissitudes.
He lifted his foot and strode over.
"Juice goes better with sea breeze." Mu Gu stood beside Song Wuyou and handed her a glass of juice.
Seeing that it was him who came, Song Wuyou was surprised: "You don't need to accompany your sister?"
Mu Gu hooked his lips, the corners of his mouth were curved, and his smile gave people a vicious and evil feeling.
"She is now dreaming in the lounge with the dress Wuyouyou gave her."
"That dress is really beautiful, and I like it very much."
"Since you like it, why did you give it to Mu Xin?" Mu Gu looked at her and asked.
Song Wuyou was startled, looked at Mu Gu: "Did Gu Haoyan tell you?"
Otherwise, how would he know that the dress was designed by her
Mu Gu's peachy eyes flashed a touch of complexity, he was just testing, but he didn't expect that the skirt was really designed by her.
The style of that dress is almost the same as that worn by Dynasty X...
Mu Gu smiled and said: "The person who is famous on the card is obviously you."
Song Wuyou smiled indifferently: "It's just that the names are the same, maybe it's not me."
"Enough, you still don't admit it in front of me? Your reaction just now has made me sure that you designed that dress."
Song Wuyou took a sip of the juice, it was sweet and sour, and there was a strong fragrance.
Song Wuyou frowned slightly, looked at the orange drink in the cup, and changed the subject: "What is this? It's so sour."
"Passion fruit juice."
Song Wuyou smelled it, "It smells really good."
Song Wuyou took another sip, this time the taste was not as sour as the first sip.
Moreover, the more you drink, the better it tastes.
"Song Jiumei drugged someone." Mu Gu looked deeply at Song Wuyou.
The topic changed so quickly that Song Wuyou's mind paused for a moment.
She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Gu, "I know, I can tell."
Mu Gu smiled gracefully: "You don't want to know who drugged her?"