You are my trial marriage honey wife

"..." Gu still frowned and said faintly, "it's just like general."

Since she was 16, she has been immune to the handsome boy for seven years.

However, at a glance before, I felt that the man was really good-looking, even more impressive than Anzi Yu.

It's just that my temper is more than a little worse.

In particular, he arrogantly said that it was even more irritating to let them be buried with him.

"He looks like an ordinary man. He's still so arrogant. When he's the Emperor himself." Gu still said angrily.

Just outside the ward, an Ruocheng heard the sound and suddenly stopped.

A handsome face suddenly turned black, stood still for a moment, and suddenly turned around.

"Ouyang Chen, leave it to you."

Ouyang, who followed behind him, sent his president away, looked back to the ward and felt sick in his heart.

How sacred is Dr. Gu? Within half a day, he twice blackened the president of his family and choked out internal injuries.

Really? That's great!

She seems to have said that the president of his family looks ordinary.

Shit, the president of his family is so beautiful in the world that he can't be described as "ordinary".

Doctor Gu's eyes grow on his head? Or is she too good-looking, better looking than his president?

Ouyang Chen put away his sobs, knocked on the door and walked in.

He should have a good look to see if she really looks better than his president.

"Dr. Gu, this is a little token of my president. Thank you for donating blood to save people." Ouyang Shen said respectfully.

Gu still just hung up his mother's call to urge her to go on a blind date. At the moment, he is bending over to put on his shoes.

Hear the sound and look up.

Jiang LAN didn't know when to go out. A man with a decent face and a straight suit was standing in front of her and handed her a check.

"Your president?" Gu still guessed who it was, and asked with doubt.

Ouyang Shen smiled and replied, "Mr. an."

At the moment when Gu still raised his head, Ouyang Shen had seen her face clearly.

She looks pretty, especially her eyes are clear and eye-catching. However, her overall appearance is still thousands of miles away from his president. I really don't know how she has the confidence to say that his president looks ordinary.

Gu still got up, took the check, glanced at the countless zeros on it, raised his eyebrows and returned the check.

"Please tell your president that the emperor doesn't need to thank the civilians."

She finished with a smile, grabbed the bag on the hospital bed, crossed Ouyang Chen and walked out.

Ouyang Chen, who was left in place, was stunned before he reacted. What does Gu still mean by "the emperor doesn't need to thank the civilians".

Shit, is his president being satirized again?

When Gu still arrived at the kivan cafe, it was already 6:10.

She hurriedly opened the door and went in.

The moment the door was opened, a melodious violin burst into the ear curtain.

Although Gu still doesn't understand music, listening alone is a kind of enjoyment.

The tired mood was swept away.

There were few customers in the quiet and tidy card seat, and Gu still couldn't help being stunned.

It's not the first time for her to come here. You know, at this time in the past, people come and go, and she's never been so depressed.

"Are you Miss Gu still?" The waiter asked politely.

Gu still nodded subconsciously: "I am."