Chapter 333: Can you accept your routine?
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My Hidden Wife is Sweet (My Hidden Wife is Sweet)
- Helan Yang Yang
- 740 characters
- 2021-04-11 11:32:02
Chapter 333, can you accept your routine?
Gu Weiwei and Fu Hanxi finished the conversation, pushed the bathroom door open and looked at the woman who was bathing in her bathtub while drinking red wine.
"You are crazy, come here?"
"Whoever let half of your words ran, I just had to chase it and ask for it." Yuan Meng took up a glass of red wine and smiled charmingly. "I just didn't take a shower for two days, I borrowed you." Wash the place."
Gu Weiwei’s headache was awkward.
I told you all the time. People with Fu’s family followed me in secret. You ran this and was discovered. We both finished.
Three bodyguards, six eyes staring around her, were seen by any one, and Fu Hanxi would know.
"Don't you say that he is a boyfriend?" Yuan Meng went to the edge of the bathtub and asked, "I have sent so many people to monitor you."
"This is protection. Someone wanted to attack me before." Gu Weiwei explained.
Yuan Meng seems to believe that the letter is nod. "You said that you are here, I am here to find you directly, and it is so troublesome."
This hotel is owned by Fu and there are bodyguards around.
Gu Weiwei thinks that the head will be blown up. This woman sometimes gets crazy and really does not want to have any consequences.
"Do not worry, with my skills, how can they let them find out." Yuan Meng said confidently.
Gu Weiwei sighed and sighed. I still haven’t found anyone who wants to come, or I’ve already known it.
"Hurry up and put on your clothes and talk."
When she finished, she closed the bathroom door and found a gift box on the table in the room.
I want to come, this is what Fu Hanzhen people send.
Just now, she was scared to death by the appearance of Yuanmeng.
Yuan Meng ran out of foam in the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel and came out.
Holding a red wine bottle in one hand and a goblet in one hand.
When I got to the table, I poured a cup for myself and poured a cup for her.
"Okay, let's continue our topic in the afternoon. Are you really coming with Fu Hanxi?"
In the afternoon, she just heard that she said that she was her boyfriend, and she almost didn't scare her away.
Gu Weiwei took a sip of the knocking on the cup and looked at the night outside the window.
"I don't know, we can go where."
Yuan Meng looked at her, do not have to think about it, Fu Hanzhen still does not know that she is Gu Weiwei.
With the life and death of Fu Jia and Gu Jia, once she knows her surname Gu, she said that she would fall in love with her, and maybe she should be like her.
"If Gu Siyi will abandon you and turn to Ling Xiao, is it a credible one that you have known for less than a year?"
She didn't know how she had done the cold, but in her opinion, their relationship was too dangerous.
"No, he is not the same as Gu Siwei." Gu Weiwei said decisively.
Yuan Meng had a hand, and he was surprised to see Gu Weiwei, who was strange and familiar in front of him.
In the past, she talked about the relationship with Gu Sizhen, always suffering from loss and entanglement.
However, now that I am talking about Fu Hanzhen, my attitude is so determined, and my eyes are filled with joy that is difficult to conceal.
"You and Gu Siyu haven't come together for more than 20 years, and when they turn around and Fu Hanyu knows less than a year, they will live and die together?"
Gu Weiwei shook the knocking cup in her hand and looked at the bright wine in the cup.
"The white head is as new as it is, and the feelings are not measured by time."
Yuan Meng sipped his mouth and asked suddenly.
"Have you slept?"
Gu Weiwei sipped in a drink. "You... can you accept your exercise?"
"Don't tell me, the box that didn't run out of the box in the cabinet, are you playing as a balloon?" Yuan Meng said.
White is as new as it is, and it means that some people have known each other for a lifetime. They may not know the same as they did at first. Some people see it for the first time. It’s like acquaintance for a long time. Feelings are not measured in terms of time. of.
(End of this chapter)