Chapter 143: That dress is designed by you.

Every time I think about Oriental Xuan, the heart of Song Worry will be stabbed.
She didn't want to see Gu Yan's face, she pulled the quilt and lay down.
"Gu Yu, I am seasick, I am sleeping, you don't want to quarrel me."
Gu Yu mouth, looked at her deeply.
The moment she had just gone away, he caught a trace of sadness from her face.
It is a sorrow of seeing the red dust, not the sadness of the broken love.
He also knows that her seasickness is just an excuse.
She didn't want him to see the expression of her true feelings.
Gu Yu clenched her lips tightly, she... There seemed to be a lot of things glaring at him.
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The party is almost over.
The yacht that sailed out of the ocean slowly drove to the shore.
Song Wu worry lies in bed for about half an hour.
After waking up, Gu Yu is no longer in the room.
She got up, washed her face, finished her skirt and hairstyle, left the lounge, and came to the deck.
The yacht is not big, but the wind on the deck is still very large.
The salty sea breeze hit the face like two hands gently patted their faces.
Song Wu worry very much like this comfort.
She walked to the edge and held the guardrail, letting the wind blow her skirt.
Mugo came out with two glasses of juice.
Standing in the hatch, watching the back of Song Worry.
The women who came to the party were all dressed up.
And she, a simple fitted purple skirt, black hair and waist.
The sea breeze blows, the skirt flutters, and the hair dances.
This kind of picture, I can see that the peach eyes are so beautiful.
He licked his lips, and Yan Hua looked deeply at the back of Song Wu, and his face was deep.
Suddenly, he smiled at his lips.
I laughed a little bit sullen.
He lifted his foot and strode over.
"Juice is more suitable for the sea breeze." Shemu stood next to Song Wushou and handed her a glass of juice.
Seeing the arrival is him, Song is no worries: "You don't have to accompany your sister?"
Shepherd's lips, the corners of his mouth are curved, and the smile gives a feeling of being enchanting and bad.
"She is now holding a dress that she has given her carefree and carefree in the lounge."
"That dress is really beautiful, I like it too."
"Since I like it, why should I give it to her husband?" Shegu asked her.
Song has no worries, watching Mugo: "Gu Yu told you?"
Otherwise, how did he know that the dress was designed by her?
Shepherd's peach blossoms passed through a complicated process. He was only tempted. I didn't expect that the skirt was really designed by her.
The style of the dress is almost the same as that of the X dynasty...
Shemu laughed: "The famous celebrity on the card is obviously you."
Song Wuyou smiled lightly: "It's just the same name, maybe not me."
"Enough, don't you admit it in front of me? Just your reaction has already made me sure, that dress is designed by you."
Song Wushou took a sip of juice, sour and sweet, and a rich aroma.
Song Wu worry slightly frowned, looked at the orange drink in the cup, and opened the topic: "What is this? Sour."
"Passion fruit juice."
Song Wushao smelled it, "It's really delicious."
Song Worry took another sip, this time, no first drink so so acidic.
Moreover, the more you drink, the better.
"Song Yongmei is giving medicine to people." Mu Gu looked deeply at Song Wu.
The topic turned too fast, and Song’s mind had a moment of pause.
She looked up and looked at Mugo. "I know, I can see it."
Pastoral elegance smiled: "You don't want to know who gave her medicine?"