Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

About an hour later, song dongrou and Gu Qingwei arrived at the villa almost at the same time, which they called "home".

Song dongrou takes a look at Gu Qingwei. The hem of his shirt wrinkles inexplicably. From a certain angle, we can see that there are some tiny dark spots between the uneven light reflected from his shoes.

She called Gu Qingwei into the door, deliberately lowered her voice a little, "how do you do it yourself?"

Gu Qingwei shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "it's useless to keep her anyway. Maybe it will be a disaster in the future. It's better to deal with it like this. It's too far away to call people. I'll do it myself."

Song dongrou slightly said, "don't be found. It will be very troublesome."

Although she said so, she didn't feel any trouble in her tone, and even gave a little smile.

"No, the person she doesn't know in Mai Cheng is a working girl," Gu Qingwei sniffed. "If she doesn't sleep and wake up, she doesn't know what to do."

Ah Qin, 21, a common working girl, was piled to pieces by a man who fell in love with her in her prime years, and sank to the bottom of the sea with her expensive brand suitcase.

Her bland past, together with her bright future, quickly ended in the two men's discussion.

Song dongrou nodded her head and quickly jumped over the topic. "You said plastic surgery on the phone, and the girl told you that?"

"Well." Gu Qingwei said shamelessly and nodded, "she believes me very much. She told me directly when she thought about it."

"Yes." Song dongrou doesn't want to mention the chess piece that has lost its use value any more. She takes it lightly in two words, and then turns the conversation around, "the prison says that Qu Qingchen is dead, so say it..."

"It's very possible that now we just need to find Tan Jing, get her DNA, and compare it with Qu Qingchen's, and everything will be over."

Both of them were silent for a moment, the TV in the living room was on, and they were talking to themselves about the entertainment programs without nutrition. Suddenly, the picture jumps, Gu Beihua's cold and steady voice comes out steadily, reverberating in the open living room.

"... here, on behalf of GM, I sincerely express my heartfelt thanks to all the friends who support us, and hope you can understand. Tan Jing, an artist of our company, will terminate her contract with GM from today. At the same time, she also said that she will withdraw from the entertainment industry for a while.... "

Hearing this, Gu Qingwei's forehead leaped and looked back to the TV screen.

In his blank, Gu Beihua on the screen has put away his speech and nodded slightly towards the camera.

Song dongrou is also stunned for a moment, and then reacts. Her eyes are directly opposite Gu Qingwei's.

The weather in midsummer is an elusive child's face. It's changeable and never discusses with anyone. In the daytime, the sun was shining high, but at dusk, the wind and clouds suddenly surged. The sky darkened rapidly, and the black clouds covered the gorgeous sunset.

Tang Xiao leaned on the sofa, put a cushion behind his back and read a magazine slowly. Suddenly, he heard the sound of ticking from outside.

She looked out into the thick darkness and said, "what's the noise? Is something falling?"

Su Xiaoyu got up to look at it, and answered through a glass door, "young granny, it's raining."