Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"Ah..." Song Yuyue was deeply hit, and his chest hurt. After screaming, he fainted.

"Take her away." Gu Yu said coldly, the tone, like an emperor, full of majesty that people have to obey.

The security guard quickly dragged Song Haoyue down.

Song Wu worry looked at Song Haoyue wearing her designed dress, slightly frowning, thoughtful.

Poor woman...

Song Wushou is not a woman with a heart, if the other party does not provoke her, she will not fight back.

The other party provoked her, she really can't be a sick cat, let the other party bully.

In the past life, in the harem, facing the oriental Xuan’s favor for the queen, facing the queen’s bullying, in order to survive.

She endured a lot and hurt for a long time.

Finally, her end is not dead?

Now, she will never forget everything again!

After Song Yuyue was dragged down, the scene was still not quiet.

The media have come forward and want to interview Song Wuyou.

The media that came to the scene came from various countries. When asked questions about Song Wushou, they also used their own Mandarin.

In addition to the language of the K country, the other, Song Worry can not understand.

In the face of their questioning like machine guns, Song Wushou said that he was very calm, but the beautiful face appeared a sigh of relief.

Gu Yu leaned over, grabbed her, smiled at the media, and said in a low and standard English: "My wife was full of thoughts when she was in school, she only thought about love, foreign language, she knew nothing."

The delicate face of a man is like a finely carved, perfect.

The pair of clear and jade, dark and ink-like phoenix, with a shallow smile.

The reporters saw a madness, it was a perfect oriental man!

When his wife went to school and only thought about falling in love, the eyes were tender and tender.

With a low-pitched, magnetic voice, the words are on the woman's atrium.

For Mao, good men are the husbands of others?

Gu Yu then dealt with the media for a while, then left Song with no worries.

This time, the champion naturally fell on Song Wu worry.

Although she did not participate in the competition, the work was almost universally known and designed by her.

It was already two in the morning to leave the scene and return to the hotel where they lived.

"Quickly wash and sleep." Gu Yu hugged Song from the back, his chest clung to her back.

Song Wuyou smiled and said, "What did you say to reporters just now?"

"Say I love you."

"Do not believe."

"They asked me what I like about you."

Song Wuxiao smiled and asked: "What do you answer?"

Gu Yu's hands gently pressed on her lower abdomen.

The thin lips are naughty against her earlobe, and the low voice rang in her ear: "I said, I like you three times."

Song Wuwei curiously asked: "Which three?"

Gu Yu’s palms are rolling like a fire.

Move slowly up.

Song Wu worry is like a deer.

In the end, his devil's palm was in front of her moon and Hungary, and it was evilly hooked: "Two points."

"..." So good.

These three words, like magic, listened to Song’s worry-free ears, and made her heart tremble.

The heart is crisp and numb, and the body leans softly on his strong chest.

"There is this." He had a palm and soon swam to her.

Song worries a cheek, breathing a little disorder, "You told reporters like this?"

"Can't you?" Gu Yu's thick arm was in her hungry hung, her other hand was free in her lower abdomen, and she was tightly held in her arms.