When the banquet came to an end, Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou left the scene.
Tonight's banquet is simply to whitewash Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou is really beautiful tonight.
She can make clothes, play the piano, and her unhurried tone and elegant and indifferent temperament when speaking make everyone treat her differently.
Back at the villa, even though it was late, Song Wuyou still changed Gu Yanhao's dressing and cleaned the wound.
Gu Yanhao lay lazily on the sofa, looked at her with a slight smile, his eyes were gentle.
Song Wuyou's face turned red when he saw her, and she gave him a blank look.
"What tune are you playing tonight?" He'd never heard it.
Song Wuyou pursed her lips. It was a piece she played in her previous life, and it hadn't been handed down to this day, so he wouldn't understand it.
"Play it casually." She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered the guilty conscience passing by under her eyes.
Gu Yanhao's deep eyes carried a trace of scrutiny: "You can play it so well just by playing it casually?"
Song Wuyou stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and smiled calmly: "I think it's ugly."
Gu Yanhao looked directly into Song Wuyou's eyes, "When did you learn how to play the guqin?"
"When I was very young." This is the truth.
"How small?"
"7-year old."
Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows, and looked at her eyes, which became darker, "Who is the teacher?"
Song Wuyou looked at him calmly: "Passed away."
It was her mother and Dongfang Xuan's mother who taught her. Her mother was killed by the Jiu Clan. Dongfang Xuan's mother died of illness the next day when Dongfang Xuan became emperor.
"It's a pity, I'm still thinking, if he still exists, I'll visit him personally."
"..." Song Wuyou bowed his head and continued to help him treat the wound.
Even if they are still alive, you can't visit them in person.
Gu Yanhao stretched out his hand, stroked her head, and said with a smile, "Song Wuyou, you have given me more and more surprises."
Song Wuyou was slightly stunned, then twisted his neck, "Don't disturb me, I'm very tired tonight."
After a pause, Song Wuyou suddenly thought of something, she raised her head and looked at Gu Yanhao, "Before leaving, I saw Song Jiuyue and Cheng Junhua getting into the elevator together."
Gu Yanhao's eyes sank, "I know."
Song Wuyou frowned: "Could Song Jiuyue want to hook up with Cheng Junhua?"
Gu Yanhao looked at her dotingly: "You have taken the identity of Mrs. Gu, she probably wants to take the identity of Mrs. Cheng."
"If she becomes Mrs. Cheng, she will use Cheng Junhua to rescue Yang Yu." Song Wuyou said with some worry.
Gu Yanhao evoked a devilish smile, raised his hand, and touched Song Wuyou's face, "Cheng Junhua won't have this chance."
"..." Song Wuyou's clear eyes flashed with confusion.
what does he mean
Could it be that Cheng Junhua's strength is not as good as his
Cheng Junhua is a presidential candidate and the president's nephew.
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The sun was very bright at first.
Even if the thick curtains are drawn, it can't stop its light.
Song Jiuyue, who always wears a blindfold to sleep, was blinded by the light coming in through the curtains because she didn't have a blindfold when she stayed overnight in the hotel, making her extremely uncomfortable.
She fluttered her eyelashes to make her eyes feel better, then stretched.
"Ah..." As soon as the arm was lifted, a bone-drilling pain came from all over his body.
This soreness made her quickly realize what was going on.
She and Cheng Junhua last night...
Song Jiuyue stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Last night Cheng Junhua possessed her like a wild wolf, he was so hungry that he wanted to swallow her whole.
The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, Song Jiuyue gathered herself together, did Cheng Junhua leave
She hooked her lips, revealing a cold smile.
Wouldn't it be better if he didn't go? After a while, you can "negotiate" with him.