Chapter 534

Last night's dream was too real. It's so real that I can't tell the difference between dream and reality. Moreover, she has obviously changed the fate of Sheng's calligraphy and painting, but for Sheng Qinqi

The feeling of guilt surged up silently, and the feeling of sadness that was suddenly picked up condensed into an indescribable loss and frustration on the delicate little face, Then there are grievances and crying, eyes at the end of the instant red Qin tears.

The housekeeper was frightened and went back to what he used to be in a trance. He immediately bowed down and coaxed: "don't cry, Miss mu. I'm the bad old man who said something wrong. Shall I make miss Mu your favorite mousse?"

Mu wine is sweet, and it is clear that it has passed the stage of liking mousse.

But piansheng is such a familiar words, in her heart surged up the most strong sour emotion, she tried not to let tears fall down, nodded obediently to the extreme: "good."

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It has been said that only children who have experienced the hardships of life have a special preference for sweets.

After seeing this sentence, Mu Jiutian once wanted to give up her favorite hobby. It seems that only in this way can she prove that she has never felt bitter. But back and forth, after experiencing countless times of her own, she still lusts for the beauty of the moment.

Leaning against the seat, she closed her eyes, her throat was tight, and her stomach was sore.

Mujiutian doesn't know how many pieces of Muse she has eaten, which is beyond the weight she can bear. However, she has developed a kind of calmness in such pain.

There's even a little bit of pleasure.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting in her position. When she opened the door of the villa, when she looked up, she saw the tall and straight man sitting on the sofa. Her face was stiff and tight. There was no mobile phone in her big hand with distinct bones. She just rolled up her sleeves and leaned on the armrest with elegant posture. It was so quiet that there was a dead silence around.

In a trance, it completely coincides with the picture in the dream.

A man looks like he's waiting for someone's return. He looks up slowly. The only difference is the shadow of the sun on his cheek outside the window, and

"Where have you been?"

Listening to the words different from those in the dream, mujiutian looked at him for a long time, until her little hands were numb on the doorframe, she slowly stopped: "what's the matter with me?"

He did not respond, but slowly shifted his deep vision from the delicate and cool little face to the picture album wrapped in pure white paper in her arms, with a low voice: "what's that?"

"My stuff."

Her simple response, in the porch shoes, black and white apricot eyes in the midway did not lift up again.

The man waited for her for a few seconds before calling out her name: "sweet wine."

"Gu Shaoqing, it's Qi Ruifeng's way to ask about things so secretly?" Mujiutian bent down, put his high-heeled shoes into the shoe cabinet, facing the sun, slowly smile: "it's a pity that I don't eat his suit. You'd better be crisp. I'll give you ten minutes to ask what you want. After ten minutes, I'll invite you to walk."

The soft slipper soles don't make the slightest sound on the floor.

Go to Gu Shaoqing's front, droop the MOU to stare at his that pure but indifferent handsome face, her canthus eyebrows all outline clear smile, even without taboo of embrace the picture book in hand, with practical action to tell him, this thing is very important.

Four eyes opposite, the sunlight pouring in outside the window, the expression on the man's face is softer than the original, thin lips gently open the mouth: "why did you faint last night?"

The wine is sweet.

She never thought the other party would ask such a question. She thought

She can give thousands of excuses about picture albums, even about surveillance, but that's the only one.

"Light cough voice:" nothing, I just recently did not have a good rest, coupled with a rush just

"That's all?"

"What else?"

Mujiutian didn't understand why he asked this question, but there was no way to tell him his illness. He squeezed the picture book tightly with one hand, and lifted his long hair with the other hand: "Mr. Gu, you still have eight minutes. The task Qi Ruifeng gave you should not be completed."

Gu Shaoqing maintained a sitting posture and looked up at her.

For a moment, he was not sure whether mujiutian knew the news of her pregnancy, or whether she knew it, but refused to admit it in front of him, or even thought he didn't know it.

Gu Shaoqing thought a lot about right and wrong in her mind, but she didn't think about mujiutian's never pregnancy."Jiutian, do you want me to inquire for Qi Ruifeng?"

"It's your business. If you want to ask, ask. If you don't ask, don't ask." Mujiutian shrugged his shoulders and said, "but it's my business whether I will answer you or not."

Today, the makeup on her face is more delicate and cool than ever, and even at the moment of eyebrow picking, she draws a kind of charming outline with a light smile: "but even if you don't speak, I can guess what you want to ask, just what I mean by what Sheng Qinqi and I say."

The man didn't respond. He just looked at her picture album again. His eyes were quite calm: "is this 315 picture album?"

"Yes."

Mu wine sweet nod, the answer is not taboo.

In fact, Gu Shaoqing came here today just to confirm the situation of mujiutian. There are still many things waiting for him to deal with. He didn't intend to continue to entangle. He got up. His eyes were quite flat, and his big hand with clear bones stretched out: "now, give it to me."

"If it's a daydream, please go home and do it?" Mujiutian's impolite voice and suppressed emotion finally broke out. His black and white apricot eyes reflected his figure and sneered: "let me give you the picture album, unless you can directly knock me out, or steal it from me, or..."

For some reason, Gu Shaoqing looked at Mu Jiutian's face, Suddenly a little bad feeling came out.

Just listen to Mu Jiutian's voice, deliberately lowered the smile: "Gu Shaoqing, don't you care about your brother very much, care to have repeatedly advised me to be wronged, then this time you change you to be wronged for your brother."

He doesn't understand.

But looking at her red lips slightly open, word by word of mouth, originally black and white half of the apricot eyes are almost black, even vaguely can see some scarlet, no longer just calm: "I have not tasted the taste of other men except you, as long as you can see me and Wayne Jesse's live spring palace, How about I not only give you the picture album, but also tell you the secret of our conversation? "

Mujiutian's speaking speed is getting faster and faster. Finally, he almost can't help but take out his cell phone from his pocket.

Gu Shaoqing's pupil suddenly shrinks, and his big palm grabs it directly. The next second, it hits the corner of the wall. The violent voice, the fragmented mobile phone, and the pretty face that almost burst into anger: "mujiutian."

"Why, Mr. Gu himself can't stand the feeling of being wronged for his brother's sake, so is he ready to go out now?" She looked at his cold and thin face, which was as sharp as a knife. She couldn't help laughing: "Gu Shaoqing, I will do what Sheng Qinqi entrusts me. Even if you come, I can't stop it."

It's just more trouble for her.

But no matter what means, this album will be sent to Ji Yin intact.

Today's Mujiu is sweet, getting rid of the cool and cool in the past. It seems to be completely crazy... No, maybe the word "mad devil" is more appropriate.

In the surveillance room, Qin Ming has never been bitterly and bitterly treated. He even has the worst words in his eyes. It's like a new person. His hands are clasped on Sheng Huaiwen's shoulder, and his voice is so gloomy that he can drip water: "what if I knock you out now, take away the picture album, and take you away and put you in prison?"

"You can try." With a careless smile, mujiutian didn't break away from Gu Shaoqing's shackles. He didn't even strengthen his hand holding the picture album and said, "when I went to see Qin Qi today, I learned a truth that a piece of iron or a pen can be used as a murder weapon in this world. Gu Shaoqing, do you dare to guarantee that there are no sharp objects in the room where you imprisoned me, or do you dare to guarantee that when you go out for a few minutes and come back, I will not give you a living corpse? "

Live and corpse two words together, mujiutian don't know why he has the impulse to laugh.

Looking at the chapped eyebrows, there was a sense of terror that I had never seen before. It seemed that the man who was addicted to the rich abyss was very happy: "I know you can say that you don't care about me at all, so it doesn't matter..."

While speaking, mujiutian takes off the neckline as a small bow tie for decoration, Use a sharp edge to cut off your neck.

"Mujiu is sweet."

The pupil suddenly shrinks. Gu Shaoqing raises her hand to block her neck. The action is very fast. It's almost to the edge and cuts directly in the palm of his hand. It's like being bitten by a bee. The slight sting is followed by a strong smell of rust.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Gu Shaoqing clearly knew that mujiutian was really ready to cut off her throat in front of him if she didn't stop it fast. A fierce cold color suddenly appeared at the bottom of her eyes. She raised her hand and threw people directly to the sofa beside her, regardless of her baby.Soft and elastic.

Mu Jiutian falls into the next second, his body is covered with a heavy body, and his face is so black that it can't be looked directly at. With deep ink, he calls her name viciously: "Mu Jiutian, do you want to die like this?"