Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"Yes, Master." Ade took out a voice recorder.

He pressed the button to turn on the playback, and soon the recording of the recorder was clearly transmitted.

[Miss Song, what is this? 】 A man’s voice.

Upon hearing this voice, Song Yumei’s face changed completely, and she was shocked to see the recording pen in Ade’s hand.

[You don't ask what it is, you just have to give this cup of tea to Song without worry. 】

This is the voice of Song Yongmei, even if it is played from the recording pen, it is not difficult to hear her pride.

[If it is a poison, I will not do it. I was found dead, I will be dead. 】

[I will give you one million as long as you do a little thing, what do you ask so much? Not a poison, you can rest assured. 】

[Really not poison? 】

[You ask again, I am looking for another waiter! 】

[OK, I will go now. 】

The door opened, and the footsteps of the waiter left.

Subsequently -

[Song worry, as long as you drink this cup of chrysanthemum tea, you may not even keep the chrysanthemum! 】

[This year's black market has the strongest spring ~ medicine was drunk by you, you are so lucky. 】

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Song Wuyou listened to this and smiled coldly.

After the recording was finished, Gu Yu also helped Song Worry to wipe his hair.

Gu Yu used his five fingers to comb and help Song to care for his hair.

Song Nan’s face became very ugly and he looked at Song Yongmei sternly.

Mrs. Song also looked at Song Yongmei with a look of disbelief.

Song Yumei was so scared that he was shaking.

She suddenly shook her head and pointed to the recording pen in Ade’s hand and said loudly: "No! That is not my voice!"

The expressions of the three of them are extremely rich and very calm.

"The hair is too long, do you want to cut it shorter?"

Gu Yu did not seem to hear Song Yongmei's yelling, and looked at Song Wuxi with tenderness and tenderness.

"Do not cut!" Song Wuxi does not like short hair, the former woman dressed as a man, she did not cut her hair.

Gu Yu pet smiled, "Do not cut, I will wash your hair for you in the future."

Song Wuxi gave him a glance: "This is what you said."

"Yeah." Gu Yu suddenly looked at Song Yongmei.

Finally, not to be left out, Song Yongmei quickly cried: "Gu Shao, that is not my voice! No!"

"Yes! I can't hear the sound of Yumei!" Mrs. Song pointed to Song Wuxi: "It must be your slut, learn the voice of Yumei and record it!"

Song Wuxi looked at Mrs. Song's finger at himself with no worries, but I didn't see the coffin without tears.

Gu Yu’s body is long and expensive, lazy and half lying on the sofa, in his hand, still holding Song’s worry-free hair.

The hair is very good, soft and silky.

His handsome face is so cold that there is no trace of temperature.

Even so, it is still very handsome.

Song Yongmei thought in hatefulness, sitting next to him, playing with his hair, why not her?

"Just get only a recording?" Gu Yu's low voice, cold and frosty.

"The waiter and the video were brought over," Ade said.

Song Yumei heard it, and his brain was "squeaky".

Her whole person trembled and her face was pale.

Song Nan saw Song Hanmei's reaction, probably guessed something.

A anger filled the heart, and he held the fist tightly.

Gu Shuguang was cold and looked at Song Yongmei with a smile: "Are you watching the video first or listening to the waiter first?"

Song Yongmei knows that it is useless to refuse recognition at this time.

She was confused for a moment, and she forgot to take care of her ability.

"I want to tease and fool her with Song Worry, but it didn't work. She gave me medicine and made me ugly!"