Ye Yuwei is stunned, for his overbearing kiss, especially the medicine in his mouth.

Ye Yuwei's hands fall on his shoulder subconsciously, which is convenient for him to ask for a kiss.

Gu juixi grabbed her by the lips and kissed her for a long time. He didn't let her go until they were out of breath.

Gu juixi's forehead is against Ye Yuwei's, "wait for me, see what I can do."

Ye Yuwei listen to his words, eyelid son a turn, directly push a person lying on his side, "three words leak essence."

Gu juixi's eyes fell on Ye Yuwei's legs. His eyes deepened a little. After ye Yuwei sat down beside him, he held her hand again. "You want to do it the day you come back."

Ye Yuwei said, "if you don't slap me in the face, who threw me on the way?"

Gu juixi closed his eyes. He fell asleep.

Ye Yuwei

I want to swear!

Mr. Gu, can you be more promising?

Gu juexi really fell asleep this time. He had to bear it. After his wife caught the pigtail, he decided to sleep.

Ye Yuwei looks at the sleeping Gu juixi and gently depicts his resolute face. How can a man look so good?

But when she thought that Gu had so many things to do even if he was injured, she felt distressed. The only thing she could do for him was to do what she could.

At 11 o'clock at noon, the real estate market in Tin City collapsed. Only 15 minutes later, the real estate market in Tin City fell into a state of paralysis, and the most affected one was Gu's international, which recently launched a new large real estate market.

Assistant Wen took advantage of Gu's offline trading channels and won most of Gu's international housing trading rights at a low price. Then assistant Wen released the previously integrated documents to the public relations department, causing Gu's international real estate to fall into the phenomenon of eager selling in many places.

America, home care.

The old man's funeral has not passed, and his family has become a mess. Every room has come to talk about it, and the old lady is hanging her last breath in the hospital.

Gu Tianmu is in the study. Several secretaries stand trembling, waiting for Gu Tianmu to speak.

Gu Tianmu looks at the data on the computer and the real estate of Gu's international is swallowed step by step. Once a person who has been dormant for six years starts to fight back, no matter what he does, it is in vain.

"Chairman, if we don't take measures, I'm afraid it will be --"

"What are you going to do?" Gu Tianmu raised his head and looked sharp at the man who had just spoken. "Do you think it's your ability to win Gu juixi in the past six years?"

Several secretaries looked at each other, maybe they really thought it was their ability.

"But chairman, if it continues, then Gu's international will really face the crisis of bankruptcy."

"That's what he wants." Gu Tianmu said, still looking at the picture on the computer, watching the data continue to decline.

"But several directors have been waiting for the chairman, and Gu Shao is making such a fuss. I'm afraid it's --" another secretary whispered.

Gu Tianmu raised his hand slightly and let the secretaries go out.

The secretaries had no choice but to leave one after another.

After the secretary left, the housekeeper came in quickly and said in a low voice, "master, the master of literature is coming."

Gu Tianmu dropped his eyes slightly, did not respond immediately, but still sat.

The door of the study was pushed open again. The man came in with crutches. His hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. He was angry.