The President's Sweet Trap

"The dust in the south is coming to the eighth day of August. Some things should be prepared!" Nanxinyu stopped nanqingchen and looked at him seriously.

Nanqingchen's body stiffened and suddenly looked back at nanxinyu with a warning in his eyes.

He doesn't intend to tell Gu Yiyi about it, and he doesn't want Gu Yiyi to know it from others.

Gu Yiyi doesn't understand what's going on between him and Nan Xinyu. People have been pulled into the car by Nan Qingchen.

Along the way, Gu Yiyi wanted to ask several times, but she seemed unhappy when she saw the man's chin tight.

She thought she had caused him trouble again today, so he was unhappy. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "thank you for coming today!"

Nan Qingchen drove the car attentively. He didn't respond to what she said. He didn't seem to hear it.

In fact, all he thinks about now is what Nan Xinyu just said.

The eighth day of August is not only a special day for Nanjia, but also a terrible day!

He must not let anything happen to the woman he loves!

Gu Yiyi saw that he didn't respond to his words for a long time. He had a wronged flat mouth and turned to look out of the window.

Hum, if you don't talk, you won't talk. Once he gets angry, he will become cloudy and sunny. Then she shouldn't talk to him!

Only when I turned around, I found that this was not the way back to the apartment, but the direction of the castle villa.

The car didn't stop until it reached the door of the villa. Housekeeper Feng had already been waiting outside.

Gu Yiyi hasn't been back here for a long time. He feels very kind when he sees housekeeper Feng.

After greeting respectfully, housekeeper Feng then asked, "have you come to dinner so late, sir and madam? Would you like some more in the kitchen? "

Nanqingchen's face was gloomy. Ignoring the words of housekeeper Feng, he strode into the room. Gu Yiyi hurriedly explained: "housekeeper Feng, we have eaten, so don't bother!"

The housekeeper smiled, gave a sign in his eyes, lowered his voice and asked, "are you uncomfortable with your husband?"

Gu Yiyi shrugged her small nose and hissed: "who knows which tendon is wrong. It's strange all the way. Ignore him!"

Enter the hall with housekeeper Feng. Nanqingchen has leaned against the sofa and rested with his eyes closed.

The expensive coat was thrown aside, the tie was torn and hung askew on his neck, and the exquisite collar of the shirt was untied with two buttons at will, revealing his flat and smooth chest.

Gu Yiyi forgot to look back for a moment. It looks like a little dog salivating for food!

The housekeeper went up and took his coat in his hand. This subtle action awakened Gu Yiyi's mind.

When you turn around and walk past her, don't mention how ambiguous the smile on the housekeeper's face is.

Gu Yiyi's face turned red. The housekeeper must have seen her drooling at the dust in the south just now.

What a shame!

"Housekeeper, go and move all your wife's things to the master bedroom!"

"I see, sir!" The housekeeper smiled and went upstairs.

Gu Yiyi has no objection to this. She didn't know that nanqingchen was her husband before. Now she knows that they naturally want to sleep together.

As soon as the housekeeper left, there were only Gu Yiyi and Nan Qingchen left in the hall.

Glancing at the man on the sofa with a gloomy face, Gu Yiyi didn't speak. He went to the restaurant and poured himself a glass of water.

He was about to drink, but he was robbed of the water cup in his hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gu Yiyi looked up puzzled. She had tried not to provoke the great God. Why did he come to her trouble.

No! Shouldn't he be sitting on the sofa? When did he follow her into the restaurant?

"Don't drink!" Nan Qingchen put the cup aside.

"Why?" Gu Yiyi was angry and frowned at him.

Nan Qingchen said nothing, pulled her wrist and turned to the living room.

When he came to the sofa, he looked unhappy, pointed to the exquisite bag with Gu Yiyi's bag, and asked in a deep voice, "what's this?"

Gu Yiyi saw that he meant the shirt he bought for him in the mall today. He hurried forward and held the bag tightly in his arms.

This is a surprise for him on his birthday. If he knows it now, the surprise will be gone.

"That's nothing... Nothing! Just buy something! " He blinked like a fool in an attempt to muddle through.

Seeing her movements and expression changes, Nan Qingchen's eyes gradually sank.

"Really?" He was sure that the little woman was lying.

"Of course it's true!" Gu Yiyi nodded affirmatively.

Just as her voice fell, the things that were still in her arms fell into the hands of men in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, give it back to me quickly!" She jumped on tiptoe to grab it.

Unfortunately, even if she stretched her hand, it did not pose any threat to the South dust. Even if she tried to jump up like a rabbit, she didn't even catch the edge of the bag in the end.

"Nan Qingchen, you villain, give me back quickly!" Gu Yiyi was out of breath and roared out in a hurry.

Just the cold eyes of Nan Qingchen lightly swept her anxious red face, and Gu Yiyi's arrogance was suddenly extinguished by such a stare.

He glanced at the packaging bag with the brand logo. He had never worn this brand. It can be seen that the things in it were definitely not bought for him.

Thinking of this, Nan Qingchen's face became more gloomy. The thug stretched out and tore the packaging bag directly, and a well packaged men's shirt fell on the ground.

When the clothes fell to the ground, Gu Yiyi and Nan Qingchen were stunned at the same time.

"What is this?" Nan Qingchen asked.

Gu Yiyi lowered his head and said, "shirt!"

"I know this is a shirt. Who did you buy it for?" Nanqingchen was controlled by the anger in his chest, and his words unconsciously took a fierce look.

Gu Yiyi lowered her head and clenched her lips, but refused to speak.

Nanqingchen's anger is even worse. Gu Yiyi's social circle is very small. As far as he knows, she has only one friend Su Ying around her since she was young. She hasn't had any contact with the opposite sex before marrying him.

So who did she buy this shirt for?

Dad? The style of this shirt looks like that of a young man. It can't be given to Gu Aihui.

But how many men does she know? Is it

"Gu Yiyi, did you buy this shirt for Nan Chunjie? I can't see you've forgiven him so soon! "

Hearing this, Gu Yiyi couldn't bear it any more. She picked up the shirt on the ground and held it in her hand, raised her red eyes, endured the tears in her eyes, and looked straight at the dust in the south.