He strode in, picked up the drawing paper on the floor, and saw a few drops of blood stains on the drawing paper, he was startled and rushed out of the room.
Just when he saw Gu Yanhao coming out of the guest room, he asked anxiously, "Is Wuyou in the room?"
Gu Yanhao frowned, looking at Mu Gu deeply.
Holding the drawing paper in his hand, he looked flustered.
Gu Yanhao asked coldly, "Are you looking for Wuyou?"
Mu Gu was stunned for a moment, trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.
He uncomfortably pulled out a naughty smile, "Why am I looking for her? I'm just curious why you don't rest with her."
"She's not in the room." Gu Yanhao came over and looked at the drawing paper in his hand, "What are you holding?"
Mu Gu tightened his fingers and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's..."
Gu Yanhao has sharp eyes and quick hands, and when he approached, he suddenly reached out and snatched the painting from Mu Gu's hand.
"Ah Hao!" Mu Gu was startled, and wanted to reach out to snatch it back.
Gu Yanhao turned around, his back was facing, the drawing paper had been spread out.
It's the picture of Concubine Song sitting on the swing, because it's wrinkled, it's not very beautiful.
Gu Yanhao frowned, turned around, looked at Mu Gu, "A woman in the game?"
Hearing what he said, Mu Gu breathed a sigh of relief.
"No." Mu Gu stretched out his hand and wanted to snatch it back, but Gu Yanhao stopped his hand by leaning on his side.
Gu Yanhao pursed her lips and smiled slightly, "No, that's the woman you like."
After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the woman in the painting again, "She looks pretty."
Suddenly, his eyes sank, and he stared straight at the hair ornament on the woman's head.
Why is the hairpin on a woman's head so familiar
Auctioned with him and given to Song Wuyou, and Song Wuyou gave it to Mu Xin's 'love'!
Gu Yanhao's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and there was a faint cold light in them.
He raised his eyes, looked at Mu Gu sharply, and raised the painting in his hand, "Who is the woman in the painting?"
Mu Gu looked at the painting calmly, "Draw it casually."
Gu Yanhao didn't seem to believe his words, "Draw it casually? Draw it casually, how could she wear 'love' on her head?"
Mu Gu's expression was still very calm, "Seeing that Mu Xin wears it and thinks it looks good, I will draw it."
Gu Yanhao looked at Mu Gu questioningly, "You acted too calmly, making it hard for people to believe what you said."
Mu Gu's peachy eyes flashed, and he put on a very speechless expression, "I'm acting foolish, don't you also say that I'm covering up something? Ah Hao, I really drew this painting casually."
"This woman is so ugly." Gu Yanhao stuffed the painting back to Mu Gu, and then went downstairs.
Mu Gu held the painting, turned around, and looked at Gu Yanhao complicatedly with his eyes as black as black jade.
Indeed, compared with Song Wuyou today, the woman in the painting is really not beautiful—
Gu Yanhao came downstairs, and after asking Mu Xin, he found out that Song Wuyou hadn't come down since he went upstairs.
After hearing this, Gu Yanhao went back.
Song Wuyou, who washed his face in the bathroom and thought a lot, returned to his room.
When Gu Yanhao came in, she was sitting on the bed hugging the pillow.
Seeing him coming in, she raised her head and looked at him quietly.
Seeing her pale face, Gu Yanhao frowned, and asked with concern, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Song Wuyou nodded: "Very tired."
She looked straight at Gu Yanhao's face, and her heart felt a little sore.
Gu Yanhao sat down in front of the bed and rubbed her head, "You have ridden twice today, why are you so tired?"
Song Wuyou said softly: "Maybe it's because I've been in the car for too long."