Tong Lu turned his head to take a look, and the coldness of his eyes dyed by the night dissipated, and he smiled a little softer.

"How uncomfortable it is for him." The strong and powerful font is just like Gu Chuan, with a little domineering and sharp.

Just when Tong Lu was slightly distracted, the two children sitting in the back seat slept crookedly. Looking at the short sofa, Gu Chuan could only comfort himself silently in his heart, which could be regarded as a step in the development of the two people.

Tong Lu nodded and raised the window to prevent the cool breeze from blowing Gu Niantong,

"Yes, it's also Niantong's home." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up Tong Shuangshuang. Zhang Ze's name, who in this circle can not know.

After a while, Gu Chuan came out of the room, and there was still a trace of unconcealable curvature on the corner of his mouth.

Stepping on some big slippers, Tong Lu dragged her feet into the room, and after a while, she came out with a pillow and a quilt.

Originally, Gu Chuan said this sentence thinking that Tong Lu would stop him, but the voice fell for a long time, and he didn't hear an answer.

Although he knew that the child was just talking casually, Tong Lu's face still had a burst of heat, and her ears were red with heat.

Gu Niantong moved his body and adjusted to a comfortable position, his little hands fell on Shuangshuang's body, holding it tightly, with a protective posture.

Bringing the water with just the right temperature to Tong Lu's lips, Tong Lu reached out to catch it, but did not drink it. She can also see that Gu Chuan has made up her mind to stay tonight.

"But you've pressed my brother." Tong Lu gently lifted her head. 23.224.255.23,23.224.255.23; 0; pc; 2; Grinding Iron Literature threw things on the sofa and raised his chin,

"You sleep on the couch." When I came to my senses, I heard Tong Lu's chuckle. Turning his head to look at the closed window, Gu Chuan touched his neck.

There was a bright smile on his cold face, and there was an indescribable weirdness. Without Tong Shuangshuang's restraint by his side, Tong Lu soon revealed his true form, and fell crooked on the sofa without sitting on his face, looking comfortable.

Tong Lu looked at Gu Chuan with some embarrassment, but found that he also flattened the corners of his mouth, and his pitiful appearance was the same as Gu Nian.

Tong Lu looked at Gu Chuan with some embarrassment, but found that he also flattened the corners of his mouth, and his pitiful appearance was the same as Gu Nian.

"When are you going to go back?" Raising his eyelids, the clock on the wall had crossed eleven and headed towards twelve,

"I'll have to go to work tomorrow." Gu Chuanliu. Except for Gu Niantong, Gu Chuan really didn't serve someone so willingly, he didn't feel humiliated, he only cared about whether she was happy or not.

Gu Nian, who had just woken up, was different from usual, his sleepy eyes were blankly open, and when he saw Tong Lu, he suddenly lit up.

The strong and powerful font is just like Gu Chuan, with a little domineering and sharp.

"Yes!" One word cut off all the doubts in Tong Lu's heart, and all that was left was excitement. Early the next morning, Tong Lu opened her sleepy eyes amid the noise of the alarm clock, raised her hand and rubbed her long hair that was scattered.

Xiao Hong stretched out a finger and shook it,

"Of course not, he's only twenty-eight years old, and he's a ghost!" Gu Chuan's deep laughter came, and he turned his head to look at Gu Niantong, and the smugness in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Looking at the short sofa, Gu Chuan could only comfort himself silently in his heart, which could be regarded as a step in the development of the two people.

"What's that?" Raising her chin, Tong Lu looked at the thing in Xiao Hong's hand and asked. Stepping on some big slippers, Tong Lu dragged her feet into the room, and after a while, she came out with a pillow and a quilt.

"Didn't they all say he retired?" Tong Lu once had a relationship with Zhang Ze at the film festival, but before they could talk, the man left in a hurry.

After a while, Gu Chuan came out of the room, and there was still a trace of unconcealable curvature on the corner of his mouth.

Tong Lu turned his head to take a look, and the coldness of his eyes dyed by the night dissipated, and he smiled a little softer.

"How uncomfortable it is for him." threw the thing on the couch and raised his chin,

"You sleep on the couch."

"Let you both fall asleep, I'm not uncomfortable." Gu Chuanliu. When I came to my senses, I heard Tong Lu's chuckle.

Tong Lu didn't have the courage to say it halfway through her words, and she was suddenly a little afraid that she would be overjoyed.

After all, she has just returned to China, and she is far less well-known than those first-line flowers, why would such a famous director choose her.

Tong Lu, who stayed in the living room, rubbed her aching temples helplessly, glanced at Gu Chuan, who poured water on herself without seeing it, and let herself collapse on the sofa.

After the last time she took Tong Shuangshuang to find a kindergarten, Tong Lu never took the time to take care of this matter, and until now, Shuangshuang still follows her to and from work every day.

Turning his head to look at the closed window, Gu Chuan touched his neck. There was a bright smile on his cold face, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

Stepping on some big slippers, Tong Lu dragged her feet into the room, and after a while, she came out with a pillow and a quilt.

Seeing Tong Lu take the bait, Xiao Hong suddenly cocked her legs, shook lightly twice, and smiled mysteriously,

"Do you know Zhang Ze?" threw the thing on the couch and raised his chin,

"You sleep on the couch." When I came to my senses, I heard Tong Lu's chuckle. The white fingertips flicked on the note, and it took a long time to make up my mind to free it from the edge of the trash can and stick it to the refrigerator.

Squinting his eyes, something seemed to be boiling in Tong Lu's heart, and the heat spread all over his body along the blood.

"What you have in your hand will not be ......" is like a queen who reigns over the world, with a smile and a touching charm, but not blasphemous.