Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Juegang lay down calmly.

Just a text message by Gu Qiqi, making me sleepless!

Who is sleeping?

Lao Tzu riding a horse can't sleep alone!

Facing the screen, the curvature of the corners of a man’s lips slowly increased, and suddenly a bad taste emerged...

A few seconds later.

Gu Qiqi's mobile phone rang again.

She opened it and saw it was an MMS photo.

Under the dim antique floor lamp, on the large European-style bed, the man lay flat and took a picture from top to bottom—of course, under the quilt.

A red pen drew an arrow, pointed at the side of the empty couch, and marked a few words "Sleep yourself. Do you want to come?"

Gu Qiqi's face turned red and ripe.

She made a mistake!

Is it a bad hand?

The stupid man actually came back.

But... from the picture, he lives in a house that doesn't look like a hotel, but rather like a house, and the point is that there is no one beside the bed, only himself.

What's the matter with a sigh of relief?

No, no, the point is, why is there a big block in the middle of the quilt?

That is……? ? ?

When she suddenly realized what it was, Gu Qiqi's flushed little face was dripping with shame.

Gong Jue actually showed her that! ! !

Too shameless.

She directly replied: "Dear customer, the network is down. Your message has been blocked."

Gong Jue replied: "Customers request video services."

Gu Qiqi: "...!"

I'm still pushing my nose on my face!

She was so angry and funny, she simply shut down with one key.

Well, she has to admit that she is not Gong Jue's opponent in terms of decency.

The soft brocade covered the whole person, she fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

Palace house.

Xiao Tuanzi was sleepy and grunted dissatisfiedly: "Baba, what are you doing holding me up! I want to sleep in a small bed!"

"Don't make noise!"

Gong Jue dialed the phone and went out and found that Gu Qiqi was off. Only then did he recover and put down the small dumpling that was holding it in mid-air.

Nonsense, if you don't lift you up, there will be more people in the bed, I can't explain it clearly.

The little dumpling rolled onto the bed, dimly, and said to Gong Jue who was still playing with the phone: "Baba, there is a knife on the head, you are not young, you always think that such things are not too bad for your body. Great……"

Gong Jue: "...!"

Is he young and strong?

Where is it old? Too old to think about that kind of thing? !

But to be honest, the night is long, and the fire raised by a stupid woman is really hard to stop...

the next day.

Gong Jue got up very early.

At the dinner table, he directly asked Bai Jasmine: "Bring the medicine."

Bai Jasmine smiled gracefully: "Jue, you haven't eaten your food yet, it's not good for your stomach."

"I'll let you take medicine, don't talk nonsense." Gong Jue didn't look squint, and turned a blind eye to her beautiful dress and the delicate bun that was different from yesterday.

The corners of Bai Jasmine's lips twitched.

Having known Gong Jue for so many years, he has always dealt with her in business, and he has never been gentle.

However, the voice he made to call the woman yesterday was so careful and restrained, as if he was afraid that it would startle the elves in the woods or bruise the precious porcelain.

Enduring her jealousy, Bai Jasmine still maintained an elegant smile: "Well, you have the final say."

Next to him, Gong Qing snorted, "Don't listen to that stinky boy, Jasmine, you're right. I haven't finished breakfast. What kind of medicine should I take! In a hurry to reincarnate?"

Of course Bai Moli knew that Gong Jue was to rush to the birthday banquet of Grandpa Gu Qiqi.

However, she pretended not to know, and smiled slightly: