Chapter 112 Suddenly, I Care About Him

Mu Gu's footsteps paused, and the peach blossom eyes suddenly burst out with a cold light.

bitch?

Song Wuyou is a bitch?

"She's already in the hospital, why don't you go see?" Song Jiuyue's voice.

"You said, will she die?" Song Jiumei gloated over her misfortune.

"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 it won't kill you like this."

"Song Jiumei, you can'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 them, their elegant image in Shao Gu's mind would be changed. destroyed.

"I didn't say nonsense, I originally hoped that Song Wuyou would die, so who would dare to rob Young Master Gu from you."

"Okay, stop talking, help me put the chicken in the pot, the soup is ready, and send it to Song Wuyou."

"Big sister, why do you want to make soup for that bitch?" Song Wuyou was very dissatisfied.

Mu Gu sneered, opening and shutting is a slut, Song Wuyou has such an unlucky sister.

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Song Wuyou opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the white ceiling of the ward.

At the end of the nose, cold disinfectant water passed by.

Smell, there is a faint, fragrant tobacco smell.

This smell is all too familiar.

Song Wuyou turned her head slightly and looked at the man sitting on the chair.

The man rested one elbow on the back of the chair, supporting his entire body.

The back of the hand gently rested on the chin and fell asleep.

Song Wuyou looked at him, in a dream just now, dreamed of Dongfang Xuan.

Now, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that he had 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 shopping mall.

Song Wuyou stared at Gu Yanhao's face intently.

Refined and resolute, it is like a perfect work of art that has been carefully carved.

The bangs on his forehead drooped slightly, adding a little softness to him.

Thin lips, very sexy.

The eyelashes are very long and curled, and they look so enviable.

Is that you?

Song Wuyou's eyes were full of sadness, and a trace of water mist appeared.

She was a little confused.

What I dreamed about when I was in a coma was a dream, or was my soul returning to a previous life.

She saw Dongfang Xuan on the battlefield and was killed...

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?

After thinking about Dongfang Xuan's death in battle, Song Wuyou's heart ached like being pricked by a needle.

She suddenly wanted to know what happened to his country after she died?

Are there any enemy invasions, or wars?

Suddenly, he was so concerned about his previous life...

But when he thought of the scene of him appearing in the cold palace together with the queen, Song Wuyou's heart became cold again.

The way he looked at her, so cold, so cold—

He said she should be damned.

He treats himself like this, why do he still care about him?

"Cough cough..."

Song Wuyou's throat was choked, a little hoarse and dry, and she coughed twice uncomfortably.

The sound of her coughing woke Gu Yanhao.

Gu Yanhao suddenly opened his eyes, with a few bloodshot eyes in his deep eyes.

"Are you awake?" He sat up straight.

"Yeah." 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.