Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Beihua sneered, not entangled in this topic, but changed the subject and asked, "what have you said to that boy all this time?"

Song dongrou reacted for a while and said, "Xiaowei? Xiaowei came to see me two days ago and left after a meal. " She bit her lip and thought about the details of that day very hard, but she still couldn't think of anything, "didn't say anything..."

Gu Beihua's forehead veins suddenly burst up, like winding mountains crisscrossed together. He narrowed his eyes, almost gnashing his teeth and said, "song dongrou, I hate being cheated. Are you sure you want to tell me lies?"

Song dongrou was so excited by his roar that a thin layer of sticky sweat appeared on her back. Her face was gray and her eyes were full of fear and bewilderment. Seeing the anger on Gu Beihua's face spread a little bit, she almost began to think in a hurry, trying to search her memory completely in the shortest time to see which detail she had forgotten.

All of a sudden, she was excited, "I remember, Xiaowei... Xiaowei said that he went to the premiere that day, I..."

Gu Beihua's face suddenly changed, his voice raised several degrees, "what else did he say?"

Song dongrou's heart clattered for a while. It seems that this time he was talking about his heart. She shook her head and lowered her eyes. "No, no more."

Premiere?

Gu Beihua's pupils suddenly contracted. Yes, on the day of the premiere, he was with Xue Yunlan. Was it at that time that Gu Qingwei saw him? But how did that kid get into the meeting? I didn't give him an invitation.

Thinking about it, Gu Beihua's palms unconsciously exuded a layer of sweat, clenched his fist, and the palms were slippery and moist.

Song dongrou stood trembling, holding a corner of her clothes in her hands and rubbing it back and forth. She was so nervous that she didn't even know where to put her legs. She bowed her head, her mind was in a mess, all her thoughts were thrown into a big pot, and she was boiling the paste.

Suddenly, Gu Beihua looked up at her and said calmly, "sit down and talk."

His temper came and went quickly, but it was only a few seconds. Although his tone was still terrible, it was better than just three points. Song dongrou's uneasiness also dropped a little.

But she didn't dare to sit down. She followed Gu Beihua for so many years, but she still had no idea about some things. In front of this man is her husband, is her favorite person, but she can't feel his temper. This man is like a wisp of sweet fog, clearly close at hand, but in any case can not catch the palm of the hand, or even when it will come back to stab her.

Song dongrou hesitated for a long time, but still did not sit down. Her head was very low and she looked very embarrassed.

Gu Beihua narrowed his long and narrow eyes and swept over her. He lowered the pressure of the language and repeated, "can't you hear me if I ask you to sit down?"

Fearing that he would be angry again, song dongrou hesitated and sat down slowly, as if she were not covered with high-grade wooden furniture, but with a cutting board full of hot needles.

Gu Beihua looked at her with sharp eyes. His eyes were like two bottomless pools of water, and his dark pupils were shining like diamonds. I don't know when the red and hot anger on his face had dissipated, leaving no trace.

After a moment of silence, Gu Beihua took a deep breath, suddenly picked up the chopsticks, humbly picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth to chew.