The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Gu Juan found something wrong when she separated from Zhou Ting after she burst out.

The mind also gets a little cool.

"What's the matter?" His voice was lazy and charming, mixed with the husky when he was trying to shout just now.

"Someone is coming." Zhou Ting calmly got out of bed, and then methodically dressed in his own clothes in front of Zheng Peng.

He planned for so long, just for this day, let him see it in front of Zheng Peng.

"What? Still want it?" Looking at Gu Juan lying there lazily with her eyes closed on the bed, Zhou Ting said with a smile, "unfortunately, someone is coming."

Exhausted Gu Juan heard what he said clearly.

Someone is coming?

It seems that just now she vaguely heard the sound of someone kicking the door.

Who does she think is next door? With Zhou Ting's ability, who dares to kick his door? That's death seeking.

"Who?" She suddenly got up from the bed and put the quilt on her body. It was clear that it was hot to death just now, but now it was a little cold.

"Me." Zheng Peng's face is no longer black.

How long has this woman been doing it? Up to now, she hasn't noticed him. Her eyes are all staring at Zhou Ting.

How blind is he before he thinks she loves him.

Why does this sound so like Zheng Peng.

Gu Juan trembled and looked up at the man standing in the bedroom door.

Why is he... Here?

"Zheng Peng, you... Why are you... Zheng Peng, listen to me." Gu Juan got out of bed in a panic and wanted to hold Zheng Peng's hand, but he threw it away in disgust, "don't touch me with your dirty hands."

The sound is colder than ever.

"No, Zheng Peng, listen to me." Gujuan shook her head in tears.

Zhou Ting will leave tomorrow and will never return to Beijing again, so the person she can only hold tightly is Zheng Peng.

"I don't know how it happened. He said he was leaving tomorrow and wanted to invite me to dinner." Gu Juan wanted to grab Zheng Peng's arm in a panic, but he kicked her severely.

"Don't you know?" Looking at Gu Juan's skin exposed because she was kicked, it was full of traces left by Zhou Ting. Zheng Peng's eyes were red next year. He pinched Gu Juan's cheek and looked at her swollen lips because he didn't know how long she had been kissed.

"Bitch." A slap hit Gu Juan in the face.

"I'm wrong, Zheng Peng, forgive me this time." Zheng Peng slapped with all his strength, and Gu Juan's face suddenly swelled.

"Tut tut... Zheng Peng, you're too weak to pity her?" Zhou tingleisurely lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "when you robbed my woman, I didn't say anything."

"You have to shut up." Zheng Peng roared, "when did I rob your woman? When did you feel better?"

Looking at Zhou Ting's appearance of watching a good play, Zheng Peng was furious. He brushed away gujuan and hit Zhou Ting. Although Zhou Ting was smoking, he had been sitting on guard like that.

Naturally, he won't be beaten so easily.

"It's just a woman. She gave it to you for the first time. I didn't say anything." Zhou Ting stopped Zheng Peng's hand and said, "what else do you want?"

What gave it to him for the first time?

When did he want her for the first time?

Zheng Peng turned his head and looked at Gu Juan, who was shivering because of cold or fear. "What did he mean by what he said?"