Husband Indulges In Hidden Marriage

Chapter 180: Is it just your wishful thinking?

Chapter 180: Is it just your wishful thinking?

Chapter 180 Is it just your wishful thinking?

The air was still for a moment.

Shangguan Ling turned his head in slow motion, his dark eyes shining like obsidian.

It is also as mysterious as the vast ocean with no abyss.

It's hard to guess, and you can't get a glimpse of his true emotions.

Su Fu wrinkled her nose in embarrassment and changed the subject, "Aren't you very free? Then help me peel the shrimps."

Shangguan Ling:

Everyone was worried about Su Fu, she was simply seeking death.

However, what was shocking was that Shangguan Shaosha actually peeled the shrimps with his own hands!

This extremely noble man actually peeled shrimps for a woman with his own hands?

Soph naturally enjoyed Shangguan Ling's service, "Dip some sauce."

Shangguan Ling;

Su Fu opened her mouth slightly, "Come on, I'm hungry."

Shangguan Ling suppressed the restless anger in his chest, peeled the shrimps, dipped them in the sauce, and fed them to her.

Su Fu bit into the fresh shrimp and nodded with satisfaction, "It's delicious!"

Shangguan Ling asked slowly, "Which one tastes better, the shrimp or the one I peeled?"

The mouth of the cannibal is short, and Su Fus mouth is covered with honey: "You peel it deliciously!"

The servant was shocked. Could this... be the future mistress? !

Shangguan Ling snorted softly, "You know what I'm doing."

How can you not recognize the appearance?

After all, the shrimps were peeled by Master Shangguan himself. If they were not delicious, she had to bite the bullet and say yes.

Angered this grandfather, and torture her food to torture her, but she would lose money.

The imperial capital.

Gu Jinglan came out of the club with a hot woman in his arms and saw Zhao Qiuxu waiting at the door.

He frowned fiercely and felt slightly unhappy.

The woman in his arms felt his anger and asked softly: "Young Master Gu, who is this?"

"Irrelevant people." He smiled warmly, tilted his head and kissed the woman on the face, "Let's go."

It was obviously a sultry night in midsummer, but when he heard Gu Jinglan's words, Zhao Qiuxu felt like he was in the cold winter of March 9th.

A bone-chilling chill spread from the soles of the feet to all the limbs.

She took a few steps forward and blocked their way, "Jinglan, I have something to say to you."

"I have nothing to say to you." Gu Jinglan had a warm smile on his face, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

His gentlemanly demeanor is still maintained, just like his inseparable mask.

Wear it on your face all the time, and show your most perfect side in front of outsiders.

Zhao Qiuxu clenched her hands hard. She took a deep breath and looked at the woman in his arms: "I'll give you a minute to consider whether you should leave now or let someone take you away later. In the entertainment industry Completely | blocked | killed.'

What do you mean? The woman stared at her warily.

"The power of the Zhao family is more than enough to ban | kill | you, an eighteenth-tier young model."

The woman looked at the man next to her in panic, and said delicately: "Young Master Gu, she is threatening me."

You still have thirty seconds to think about it.

Gu Jinglan twitched the corners of his lips, "Xuxu, are you really going to drive away all the women around me?"

Why not? Since he loves to play, whats wrong with her playing with him?

Its just that the woman beside him can only be her.

She will try her best to drive away those messy women.

Huh, why do you think so?

Gu Jinglan let go of the woman in his arms, came to her, and grabbed her chin with one hand: "Is it just your wishful thinking?"

Zhao Qiuxu's pupils tightened hard. He was always so smart and knew where to stab her with the knife, which would hurt her the most.

He won

Zhao Qiuxu took a few steps back and laughed sadly, "Jinglan, Gu Jinglan..."

She gritted her teeth every time she said a word.

At the end of the sentence, my voice began to tremble.

Gu Jinglan felt a dullness in his chest, and when he saw the tears she was holding back, he felt disgusted.

Turning around, without looking at her again, he quickly left with the woman waiting there.

That night.

Sweating profusely, Gu Jinglan left the young model and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

He came to the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigarette, picked up his cell phone and called Shangguan Ling.

Shangguan, where are you?

"Military factory."

Gu Jinglan raised his hand in frustration and rubbed his forehead, "I remember there is a prairie in the neighboring city. How many days can we go there and play?"

Shangguan Ling was not in a hurry to return to the imperial capital. Gu Jinglan just suggested it, so he agreed.

Just in time, you can take the little lunatic to the grassland for horse racing.

Where is the message? Where is the message?