Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Tan Jing was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a moment, and her heart was beating fast.

With her head resting on Gu Beihua's shoulder, she could smell the faint fragrance of his clean shirt. If she had been in the past, Tan Jing might have been very grateful, but at this moment, she only felt afraid.

She collapsed in Gu Beihua's arms, her black pupils were filled with tears of amazement. Through a blurred vision, she could see Gu Beihua's chin with a little beard.

Gu Beihua didn't say a word, even didn't look at her in the whole process, so he entered the room. After closing the door, Gu Beihua slowly put her on the soft sofa, with a shallow smile on his face and exclaimed, "it's perfect."

His eyes were full of strong tenderness, and he was staring at Tan Jing's face. The eyes were really gentle, but it was not like looking at a person, but like appreciating a beautiful object.

With a chill creeping up from her tail bone, Tan Jing could not help shivering.

Gu Beihua was slightly surprised, gently raised half of his eyebrows, "can you move?"

Tan Jing bit her lower lip hard, her eyes were scarlet, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a few fuzzy syllables from her throat, "... What do you want to do?"

Gu Beihua chuckled. He didn't care about the fierce atmosphere under her eyes. He just sat down with his own eyes. His eyes turned around her playfully and said, "it's wonderful, Tan Jing. You know what, you look so beautiful now."

What is she like now? Isn't she Qu Qingchen now?!

Tan Jing glared at the handsome but cruel man in front of her. It seemed that she wanted to pour all her hatred into his eyes and turn it into a dagger. She just stabbed him in the head and killed him on the spot.

As like as two peas and as like as two peas, Gu Beihua seemed to be half asleep. Ha ha ha

As he said that, he suddenly began to laugh, as if it was the murmur of Shura, the God of death in hell, where the evil spirits were everywhere and dirty souls were migrating back and forth.

"Why..." Tan Jing tried her best to bite the pronunciation. She didn't speak for such a long time. She almost forgot what it felt like to move her tongue.

"Why, you'll know later." Gu Beihua was in a good mood. He even poured two glasses of water, handed one of them to Tan Jing, and motioned to her, "can you hold it?"

Tan Jing stares at the hand for a moment, but she doesn't really want to pick it up. She felt like a fat pig that was about to be tied up to the slaughterhouse. Soon, she would appear on the chopping board of a family, bloody and doomed. At the thought of this, she felt nauseous and nauseous. She was in the mood to drink water.

"Not thirsty?" Gu Beihua took back his hand, but his sharp eyes were still fixed on her. It seemed that he could see through all her thoughts at a glance. After a while, he said, "Tan Jing, you ask yourself, I should be good to you, right? I didn't give up on you when you were the most difficult in those years, and I still support you step by step. Today, you haven't forgotten all these, have you? "

Tan Jing kept silent, moving her soreness and softness under her wide sleeves.

She doesn't speak, but Gu Beihua is not angry. Facing this face which is the same as Qu Qingchen, he even speaks in a soft and friendly tone. "I've done so much for you, and I've helped you make a movie to make you angry. It's time for you to repay me. Do something for me, don't you want to?"

He spoke word by word, even with a slight smile in his tone. However, Tan Jing only felt fear in her ears, just like a handful of small insects in her bone marrow. As soon as the arthropods covered with hard crustaceans came into contact with flesh and blood, they were excited, biting and sucking, and she was about to collapse.

Although it was midsummer, Tan Jing only felt extremely cold and her fingertips were numb.

While speaking, the door of the room was knocked suddenly. Gu Beihua stood up and gave her a strange smile, "here comes the man."

Who's here?