Song Jiuyue received the notice that Mrs. Song paid Song Wuyou to kill Song Wuyou but was taken away by the police and was about to be sentenced. She felt like she had been hit hard on the head, and her mind was dizzy.
The mobile phone fell from her hand and hit the cup on the desk. The cup fell over, and the water in it ruined the clothing draft she had worked so hard to design in the past half month—
Mom bought the murder of Song Wuyou
Failed, but accidentally killed a little girl and injured four people
This news was simply bad news for Song Jiuyue.
Mom, why are you so confused? She kills so high-profilely, but she has to pay with her life.
It took a long time for Song Jiuyue to realize that she hurried to the CEO's office, hoping to find an excuse with Gu Yanhao, intercede in front of the judge, and give Mrs. Song a light sentence.
Secretary Zhang told her that the president hadn't come to the company for the past two days.
Song Jiuyue suddenly felt uneasy, and hurriedly left Gu's, and drove directly to Gu Yanhao's villa.
The car stopped at the gate of Gu Yanhao's villa, and when he got out of the car, he knocked on the door and rang the doorbell like a loser.
Sister Song, who was picking flowers in the yard, heard the movement and trotted over. Seeing that it was Song Jiuyue, Sister Song asked, "Miss Song?"
In M City, many people know Song Jiuyue.
"I'm looking for Young Master Gu, no, I'm looking for Wuyou!"
Sister Song said, "Please wait a moment."
After finishing speaking, Sister Song turned around and walked in.
what's the situation
Why not open the door for her
"Hello!" Song Jiuyue patted on the door and shouted towards Sister Song's back, "Open the door for me!"
In the living room, Song Wuyou was changing Gu Yanhao's dressing.
Gu Yanhao was bare-chested, showing a muscular and firm chest.
Even if there is a shocking wound on his right chest, it does not affect his handsomeness at all, but adds a bit of wildness and hostility to him.
He hooked his lips slightly, and looked at Song Wuyou charmingly.
Facing his squinting eyes, Song Wuyou was already used to it.
Every time I help him change his dressing and treat his wounds, he always looks at her with this look—
"Young Master Gu, Ms. Song is here and said she is looking for his wife." Ms. Song came in and said.
As if Gu Yanhao didn't hear Sister Song's words, she still looked at Song Wuyou with a charming expression, the corners of her mouth raised even more charmingly.
Song Wuyou frowned slightly, Song Jiuyue
She turned her head and glanced at Sister Song, "Let her in."
Sister Song nodded and went out.
"You know that Song Jiuyue is here to intercede, why did you let her in?" Gu Haoyan asked lazily.
"Let her see your injury." Song Wuyou said lightly, "In this way, she will know how vicious her mother is."
"Stupid woman, she will be even more obsessed with my figure." There is no way, his figure is too perfect, he looks thin when he is dressed, and he is sexy when he takes off his clothes.
Song Wuyou glanced at him, and bent the corners of his lips: "Being able to see but not touch is like a very hungry person looking at a table of sumptuous food but not being able to eat. You can't feel that kind of pain."
Gu Yanhao raised his head, touched her face, and curled his lips bewitchingly: "Have you experienced it?"
"I haven't, but I can imagine it." Song Wuyou took his hand away, "Don't stop me from bandaging the wound."
"Wrap up later."
Song Wuyou looked at him puzzled: "Why?"
Gu Yanhao smiled evilly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to her waist, pulling her away.
Song Wuyou fell into his firm embrace.
Song Wuyou reacted quickly, and put her hands on his abdomen, so as not to hit his wound, she glared at him: "Are you crazy? What if you accidentally hit your wound?"