Chapter 761

Sitting on the bed, she thought carefully that Gu Shaoqing was really angry this time, angry that she left without saying goodbye, angry that she even took Xiao Wangshu with her, angry that she... Didn't tell him that Xiao Wangshu was his own son.

Indeed, Gu Shaoqing should have known, and even had evidence to prove it.

Otherwise, he would not have said that.

Her clothes were thin, so mujiutian naturally put her mobile phone into her handbag. But she was in a hurry when she came out, let alone her handbag. She almost lost her way in the airport.

There was no mobile phone, and I didn't know the time. When mujiutian came back, I just felt that the grass smoke on my body was too strong for me. I got up, took a piece of my own clothes in the closet, and went into the bathroom barefoot.

When Wen's secretary collected blood samples for Gu Shaoqing and Yu Wangshu, the man's eyes did not leave. He was lying on the sofa, holding his little hands and playing with himself. His eyebrows and eyes were not open, but if he recognized them, he could really see his shadow on his face.

Such an obvious fact, Gu Shaoqing did not understand how he had ignored it before.

The Secretary sorted out the blood samples in his hands and raised his eyes: "Mr. Gu, the test results will be sent to your mailbox at seven o'clock tomorrow morning as soon as possible. We are going to send them to three hospitals, and there will be six..."

Suddenly, the secretary found that Gu Shaoqing's mind did not stay in him or what he said for a second.

Tentatively called: "President Gu..."

Gu Shaoqing's eyebrows just moved. Kurosawa's pupils reflected his efforts to turn over. He was lying on the slightly cool leather sofa and beating the little guy with his little hands happily. It seemed that he was very happy to play for himself. Xiao Wangshu's big watery eyes were like crescent moon, It's not necessary to use the word "delicacy", but it has a kind of male and female beauty.

Knuckled fingers curled up, as if trying to touch her, but with all the restraint. The voice of the export was extremely low: "he looks like me, doesn't he?"

There was no roll call, but the secretary was very clear that he was asking himself. He carefully distinguished and nodded: "well, but the young master is more like mu..." he stopped in time and cleverly used another word: "more like his wife, but his lips and chin are like Mr. Gu."

Is still forbearing: "how old is he?"

At the beginning, I didn't know that Yu Wangshu was my own flesh and blood, so I didn't check this kind of information, let alone understand it. Now I think that Gu Shaoqing really wanted to blame himself.

"Six months."

"What should be prepared for him?" At this time, Gu Shaoqing seemed to give Wen secretary a little look like charity, but his sword eyes were too dark to reflect any image, which made people panic: "what toys should a six-month-old child need?"

How does the secretary know that he is still alone except his girlfriend.

But he responded cleverly: "Mr. Gu, the wife should have all these things ready, and there are also nannies in the green house. If you want to know more about the young master, you can ask the nannies."

"Yes."

Low response.

Xiao Wangshu himself is crawling on the sofa. He is playing with energy when he suddenly bumps into a strong and hot "wall". His forehead is touched. He wants to open his mouth and cry subconsciously.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw a familiar figure. He tilted his head and kept a grinning face. He was a little confused. Then he bent his eyebrows with a smile, and patted the "wall" with his hands: "Baba... Baba..."

I heard the Secretary standing close, and I could see clearly, When Gu Shaoqing heard these two words, her body was as stiff as a conditioned reflex, belonging to the state of uncontrollable.

"Wangshu..." then he called out his name. It seemed that he was squeezed out of his throat vaguely, but he tried to restrain calm, repressed the irrepressible softness in his chest. He lifted xiaowangshu from the sofa with a big palm, gentle but no one could take away his gesture: "en, I'm your father..."

The sunlight outside slanted in through the French windows, Bright but lazy, Gu Shaoqing holding the shadow of Yu Wangshu stretched on the ground and then close.

The Secretary forgot which book he read.

After 30 years old, I'm afraid most men dream of having a child of their own.

Now?

Gu Shaoqing's dream has come true.

Because there is still mujiutian upstairs, xiaowangshu only stayed in qingzhai for less than 20 minutes and was taken away again. After he left, Gu Shaoqing smoked two cigarettes downstairs before he went upstairs.The door of the master bedroom was not locked, and Gu Shaoqing didn't show any mood swings, but the spare key he had prepared didn't come in handy.

The decorations in the room are kept in place, clean and unused. The bedding is neat, and no one has ever slept. If he didn't watch her go up to the third floor, he might have thought that what just happened was just a dream.

Gu Shaoqing turned around and went to the study and guest bedroom on the third floor to find a circle, then stood in the corridor.

It's impossible for Sheng huainuan to climb on the outside wall with her mujiutian skill. Then she

When he suddenly remembered the faint sound of water in the master bedroom, he turned back again, went to the bathroom door and gently pushed it away.

The bathroom has long been steaming out by hot water, full of dense fog, not as hot as the sunny outside, and do not want to have a central air-conditioning room so cool, warm water mist face-to-face, enough to relieve the tension of the nerve, through the pores a little bit into the body, plus the faint smell of essential oil.

As expected, Gu Shaoqing could see a little woman lying in the bathtub through the water mist. Her long black hair was turned into a ball by her, her arm resting on her face, her eyes knocking, and she could sleep comfortably in the constant temperature water.

But both the delicate clavicle and the white shoulder have the blue and purple marks that were made last night. Her skin has been kept white and delicate, and the big eyes with such marks seem to have the intimate feeling after being loved.

After standing at the door for a few seconds, Gu Shaoqing didn't pay any attention to whether she was wearing household shoes or not. Gu Shaoqing went straight in and stopped by the bathtub. The villain in the water still didn't wake up.

He began to touch the water temperature, water waves to her body, she was unconscious, even breathing without any waves.

He couldn't help laughing. He was really heartless.

Eyes deep some, condescending looked at her for a few seconds, the man finally took the life like pull off the bath towel, long arm will her from the warm water, wrapped with bath towel, then turned and walked out.

She didn't even move her eyelids during the whole process. Finally, she walked out of the bathroom and suddenly came into contact with some cool air. She shrank in his arms. However, the tossing of last night and the early rising of today only made her turn over. Her slender arm naturally encircled Gu Shaoqing's neck. She was clever and quiet, and her red lips opened, Fluent call his name, knock eyes, delicate voice: "Gu Shaoqing, I'm so sleepy, you hold me to sleep?"

Then the small nose sniffed. It seemed that he opened his mouth like disgust and bit his chest through his clothes. With buttons, he muttered: "bad guys, they all smell of smoke. They stink to death..."

It's too delicate to bear.

The pale golden light cast a soft color on her face and neck, which were still stained with water.

Mujiutian really knows how to defeat him, even in his sleep, he can grasp his weakness.

The eye color is dark to the extreme, but how dark the eyes are, how soft the mind is.

It seems to be a surrender to put the little woman in her arms in a clean quilt and help her cover the quilt.

She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hands. At last, she pulled the soft pillow to her arms. Her face rubbed against it. A few strands of mischievous hair were scattered, like a lazy cat. It's a pity

The cat's claws are very sharp, and it can't be raised well.