The room was dim, with no headlights on, only a faint yellow floor lamp emitting a soft glow. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info a woman's shadow appeared in front of the window, wearing a black swallowtail dress, elegant and demure.

Gu Mingxuan's cold eyes sank slightly, and his gaze locked on Su Anya.

"Mingxuan." Su Anya smiled softly and called softly.

"When did you come?" There was not the slightest emotion in the man's cold words.

The smile on Su Anya's face froze for a moment, and then smiled faintly, "Ming Xuan, I'm homesick, so I'm back." I wanted to surprise you, so I didn't tell you. She slowly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist and buried her head in his shoulder, "Ming Xuan." Gu Mingxuan stood quietly, his black eyes were cool.

Looking at the cold push away of her hands, Su Anya's face was a little aggrieved and a little pitiful. "Ming Xuan, you are... Do you hate me, you, how can you be like this......" She was aggrieved, and as she spoke, her eyes were red with tears.

Gu Mingxuan twisted his eyebrows, his deep eyes darkened, and his big hand wrapped around the woman's shoulder, "Okay, it's coming, let's stay here." Su Anya timidly took the man's hand, and a layer of haze appeared faintly in her bright eyes.

Gu Mingxuan glanced at her lightly, "I'm a little busy during this time, take care of myself." "Hmm." Su Anya lowered her eyelids, snuggled up to his side softly and submissively, he didn't answer her phone calls some time ago, she kept saying that she was busy, but she didn't expect to be free to accompany that slut. As soon as she thought of this, the smile that had finally been raised gradually faded, Su Anya clenched her hands, and her long nails pierced her palms, pressing her palms white.

Above her head, Gu Mingxuan's lips were dyed with a meaningful smile, and his deep and cold eyes stared at her intently, as if he was looking at a plaything, for a moment. Su Anya looked at him timidly, waiting for his next move in a panic.

Gu Mingxuan sat elegantly with his legs folded on his side, his slender and bony fingers drawing a natural and beautiful arc on his forehead. "Come here."

Su Anya fixed the depth, sketched a bright smile, reached out on his shoulder, gently leaned on his body, the ambiguous atmosphere diffused the entire space, and couldn't help but say, he stretched out his slender fingers and pinched her chin, kissed it firmly, the hot male breath sprayed on Su Anya's face, and the temperature rose rapidly. "Ming Xuan, people still think you're angry, so you ignore me with a straight face." Su Anya's face was dyed red, and her soft coquettishness complained about the man's coldness. Hooked with a gentle smile, the snow-white skin is tightly attached, the proud career curve looms, the eyes are as affectionate as ever, the pure and elegant pretty face contains silent temptation, charming and charming, extremely beautiful.

The man's thin lips sneered, the white hands circled the woman's delicate collarbones, and the lingering and melancholy boundless spring color filled the quiet black.

The night was as cold as water, and the sudden rain poured down, mixed with thunder and lightning, roaring above City A. The sudden explosion sound made Gu Mingxuan shake his mind for a moment, the smile on his lips converged, the dark tide under his eyes was surging, and the picture in his brain was chaotic.

Gu Mingxuan pushed away the panting woman on his body, picked up the coat on the sofa, and strode towards the door, Su Anya's eyes trembled fiercely, and her face was full of astonishment, as if she had been splashed with cold water, her voice trembled, "Mingxuan, it's so late......"

"Bang-" The sound of the door shutting interrupted her later words. Su Anya was stunned, her body was tense, and she stared at the closed door.

The night is like a sheet of rice paper splashed with ink, gloomy and heavy, several muffled thunders resounded through the sky, and silver lightning pierced the dark sky, illuminating half of the night, and the wind and rain were coming. A black Maybach drove past the dark road in the middle of the mountain, and its high beams illuminated the dark road ahead, whistling across the mountain road.

In a single-family villa halfway up the mountainside, the living room is brightly lit, the blue water-patterned long skirt flutters on the pure white European-style sofa like a flower, the slender arms hug the knees, and the words are curled up in a ball on the sofa, and the little face with long hair and big chin is pale and terrifying. Without warning, his heart throbbed. "Whispering—"