The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

Gu Beicheng's words not only frightened Yu Wanqing, but also made Gu Qingyang and Feng Yan unable to accept them for a while.

"Beicheng, I'm sunny, i..." she looked back at the old man and looked back in an instant, "I'm your wife. Don't you remember me?"

"Wife?" Gu Beicheng looked at Yu Wanqing and raised his eyebrows. "My eyes are not so bad?"

Yu Wanqing, who thought Gu Beicheng's amnesia was not a bad thing, was so angry that her face turned white.

"North, North City, I..."

"Smelly boy, what's wrong with learning? Learning from others to play amnesia?" Yu Wanqing's words haven't been completely exported yet. Gu Qingyang couldn't help but speak.

"Uncle, aren't you my grandpa?" Gu Beicheng looked at Gu Qingyang and frowned lightly.

"Smelly boy, I'm your father!" Gu Qingyang was very angry.

However, on one hand, he also worried that his son was really amnesic.

How terrible would it be for a good number one person to lose his memory and have to start all over again?

"Oh, it's Lao laizi." Gu Beicheng swept his thick eyebrows and his eyes fell on Feng Yan.

"This handsome man must be my brother. I'll pour him a glass of water. I'm thirsty."

"Really thirsty?" Feng Yan looked at the man who recovered quickly in bed.

"Well, I'm really thirsty." Gu Beicheng nodded.

"OK." Feng Yan nodded and poured water himself.

Yu Wanqing is still sitting in bed. She doesn't want to leave, but she doesn't know what to do.

Generally speaking, like everyone else, she doesn't believe that Gu Beicheng has lost his memory.

"Smelly boy, stop playing. What's wrong with you now?" the old man whispered.

"Play?" Gu Beicheng frowned. "By the way, can you tell me who I am?"

"Dad is older, but he looks good. His brother is so handsome. As a brother, I should be very handsome. Who can borrow a mirror?"

Being watched by Gu Beicheng, Yu Wanqing immediately searched for a small mirror in her bag.

"Mirror, mirror." she handed it out carefully.

"Thanks." Gu Beicheng took the mirror.

"I'm so handsome! Have you adjusted my face? Tut tut..." he reached out and pinched his face, nose and chin.

Looking at his narcissistic appearance when he looked in the mirror, now no one dares to say that the seventh master is playing.

Yu Wanqing stood up and looked back at Gu Qingyang. There were no tears on her face, but she changed into a bit of fear.

"Dad, Beicheng, he..."

"Let the doctor come and have a look." Gu Qingyang said in a deep voice.

"HMM." Yu Wanqing hurried over and pressed the call button.

The position beside the bed gave way. Feng Yan, who poured water back, came directly to Gu Beicheng.

"Here comes the water."

He put the water in Wanqing's hand and bent down to help the people on the bed.

Gu Beicheng still holds a mirror and indulges in his handsome face.

Feng Yan went to help him, but he didn't refuse.

With Feng Yan's help, Gu Beicheng sat up and leaned on the head of the bed.

"I guess we weren't born to the same mother." Gu Beicheng glanced at Feng Yan, handed out the mirror and took the cup in front of him.

He drank half in one breath, looked up at Feng Yan and added a sentence.

"You look half as good as me. It's a pity. It's too Niang."

"I... Niang?" if there were no other people here, Feng Yan would have hit someone.