Chapter 409: "Oriental Xuan, you are very sad!"

"Ha ha ha... hahaha..." Suddenly, the prisoner man smiled, and the laughter was sad and desolate.
"I said, can you believe?" The laughter came to an abrupt end, and the prisoner man looked at the man in cold clothes.
"Do you really have a private connection with her?"
"Oriental Xuan, you are very sad!"
"Bold!" The man who was called Dongfang Xuan raised his hand and held the man's throat: "When you are born with me, you are not dead, why are you waiting?"
"You promised to seal her, and finally sealed the enemy's daughter. You promised to love her for the first time, but did not believe her. Now we still suspect that we are private, you are not sad, who is sad? You are not only sad, but also hateful! East Xuan, I hate you on her behalf! You better kill me. If you don't kill, I will go out alive and will crush you!" The captain's five senses are distorted, even if the face hurts a lot, he can still see him. Resolute and handsome.
Oriental Xuanqidao: "If you are not arrogant, what is the problem with your handcuffs? How can you have your belt on her couch?"
"What do you want to ask so much? I said, do you believe it? You don't believe why I don't believe her? Dongfang Xuan, you are asking no more now, kill it!"
Dongfang Xuanyi listened, but he was angry: "Why do you want to kill you and kill her?"
"Ha ha ha..." The captain man laughed again, pulling the chain in his hand and making a jingling voice.
The sound of the disc, and the laughter of the prisoner’s man, echoed in the dungeon, forming a long and long mourning, just like the unwillingness of the soul--
"No worries?" Mugu came to the ward, saw Song Wushou squatting in front of the bed, tears in his eyes, heart, slightly sinking.
He patted her shoulder gently and called her softly.
"..."
Seeing that she did not respond, she went to her shoulder again, "No worries?"
"Ah? Auntie!" Song Wushou suddenly burst into amazement and suddenly rose up. Since he woke up, he was surprised to see Gu Yu.
Gu Yu closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long, his thin lips were tight, and there was no sign of waking up.
Song’s worry-free heart is like a moment of paradise from heaven, a feeling of heavy disappointment, which makes her eyes red.
The rest of the corner of the eye swept the legs standing on the side of the animal, she smiled, she was called her, not Gu Yu...
"No worries, since you are tired, why not sleep in bed?" Mugo asked with distress.
Gu Yu lives in a VIP suite ward, one room and two rooms.
Song Wuyou smiled lightly, smiled with concern and concern for Gu Yu, "I want to accompany the aunt, I want him to know that I am accompanying him every minute."
The ancient light is deep and complicated: "Auntie wakes up and sees you like this, I will blame you."
Song has no worries and happiness, and he looks at the face of Gu Jun’s Zhang Junmei’s angry face.
I want him to blame me. He hasn’t blamed me for a long time.

During this time, he was too fond of her, and everything was tolerant of her.
Occasionally blame her, marry her, not bad.
Even if she was worried about Song’s worries, she did not show her emotions in her heart.
"There is soup at the table, Song sister, I am here to accompany the aunt, you go to drink. Xu Jing and Mu Xin made a snack together, I also brought it, you have to eat some." She did not have these two days. Eat well, don't sleep well, I don't know how much.
"..."
Shemu sees that she can't afford to live, and says: "You are overdrafting your health. If you encounter Cheng Wanduo, you are not enough for her."