The morning light shone into the curtains, Gu Yu opened his eyes, the tip of his nose was a little itchy, and when he looked closely, he saw Mu Rongheng's chest in front of him.

The air he exhaled made his sweat and hair shake incessantly.

His long hair went around his neck and scattered all over his chest.

His nose makes a rhythmic purring sound that is slight and soothing.

She couldn't help but smile.

He treats himself as if he were reading a book.

Carefully read and study carefully.

And I cherish it very much, and take it lightly, for fear of damaging and soiling the book.

She looked up at his high nose, thick eyebrows, and resolute mouth, and ice cream seemed to be melting in her heart, full of sweet and fragrant flavor.

Rongheng, how lucky I am to be able to be a person with you.

She quietly got out of bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, and took a shower.

When she came out, he was still asleep.

She leaned on the edge of the bed admiring him.

It's so handsome, my Mr. Grass School, I never get tired of looking at it.

I slept until dawn, and I forgot to dream.

You can sleep better than I do.

He suddenly raised his arm and put it on her shoulder, but he didn't open his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The voice was magnetic, like a bass string ringing in her ear.

"Did you wake you up?" She asked apologetically.

"No, I just woke up naturally."

"And how do you know I'm here?"

"Smell the fragrance and know the people." He suddenly pulled her over himself: "My little quilt, squint your eyes a little longer." ”

"I'll have to make you breakfast." She said softly.

"Isn't there a little Ji?"

"Didn't Zhang Wu's mother say it? I had to arrange what she was going to do. ”

He opened his eyes and kissed her on the forehead: "What a good thing, Xin'er." ”

"Then I'll go down." She scrambled to her feet and went out.

Soon, her humming song came from downstairs, as graceful as the song of a oriole.

A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth: Little cutie-

Gu Yu is like a singing butterfly, flying to the east and singing to the east;

Fly to the west, sing to the west;

When I walked, I had to jump in circles and dance a little dance move.

Xiao Ji is a little uncomfortable with her, accustomed to her quietness, and is too abrupt to feel so lively about her.

Which one is the real her?

They reconciled as a couple?

Oh - she suddenly understood, no wonder Mr. wanted to tear down the bed in the guest room just so that Miss Gu could sleep with him?

Mu Rongheng came down, full of energy like the rising sun.

When he sat down to eat breakfast, Xiao Ji thought to himself, the couple is so lovely, and the whole house has the feeling of being sunny-

Li Shanshan got off work and parked his car in his rental community.

As soon as she got out of the car, a big man stopped her way: "Please stay, our boss has something to tell you." ”

"Who's your boss?" She asked curiously.

The big man pointed to an inconspicuous luxury car not far away.

She walked over, and the "boss" in the car rolled down the window and rested his hand on the window frame, revealing the watch on his wrist.

Her mouth rang up.

I definitely can't afford to use it, but I recognize it, it's the world's top watch Patek Philippe.

After 200 centuries of precipitation, this Swiss watch has no one else in the world of watchmaking.

He has this in his hand, which is estimated to be at least 10 million or more.

It can't be a counterfeit brand to call itself a name, right?

She looked carefully at the "boss" in the car.

He wears sunglasses and looks less than 30 years old.

Rich second generation?

The logo printed on his T-shirt is also recognizable, and it is also a top-notch brand.

She felt that she couldn't breathe, this person was unlikely to be fake, how could he have the air of a prince like him?

Besides, she is an older leftover woman with no wealth and no power, is it worth it for others to spend such a big price to cheat?

The rich second generation has seen a lot of it, but it is the first time that the rich second generation like Fu Cheng has seen it.

She stroked her bangs, revealing a charming look: "Sir, where have we met?" ”

"Miss Li, as the name suggests, I was flashed by you." The man was very good at talking, and she was so excited that he spoke.

"How do you know me?"

"Who doesn't know the name of Manager Li of Xinxin Power? I've admired you for a long time, could I invite you to dinner. ”

As if she had entered Cinderella's fairy tale, she was flattered and asked, "May I ask if you are—"

"Du Kai." The man introduced himself, his sly gaze blocked behind his sunglasses.