How can this person be the same as Teddy, and he has to mate when he meets.

Gu Qian was speechless for a while.

Li Nanjue didn't listen to Gu Qian at all, and continued to bury his head in Gu Qian's neck and kiss it, and the hand that squeezed under Gu Qian's skirt was not settled.

Unlike the usual elegant and noble kisses, Li Nanjue kissed very urgently at the moment, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Gu Qian's hand held Li Nanjue's face, his fingertips touched a little strange, and he smelled some blood between his snorts.

Gu Qian frowned and pushed Li Nanjue away a little, only to see that a cut had been made on his handsome face.

The fingertips lightly touched the man's handsome face, and Gu Qian's eyes crossed a touch of distress, "Who did it?" ”

"My dad."

The man's kissing action did not stop, and he was anxious and panting.

It seems that only in this way can the unhappiness in my heart be relieved.

Li Zhenhong?

Sure enough, only the Li family can hurt him.

However, Li Zhenhong loves Li Nanjue so much, and Li Nanjue doesn't seem to care about it, so it should be unintentional.

Li Zhenhong and Li Nanjue are true love, when Li Nanjue died in the previous life, Li Nanjue and Li Zhenhong turned white overnight.

The two people who were once so noble, in front of the media, actually fainted from crying.

"Because of me?"

Li Zhenhong has always disliked her, and Li Nanjue is impeccable at work, so the father and son have conflicts only because of her.

Li Nanjue's kissing action paused, obviously he didn't expect Gu Qian to guess right.

Although Li Nanjue didn't speak, Gu Qian still guessed it, and it was really because of her.

The relationship of the Li family has always been good, but now because of himself, Gu Qian is a little unhappy.

If he is better, will Li Zhenhong be less prejudiced against himself?

Wouldn't Li Nanjue be so embarrassed?

Thinking like this, Gu Qian was even more determined to work hard in his career and strive to become a woman worthy of Li Nanjue.

"Does it hurt?"

Gu Qian carefully picked up the man's face, and wiped the wound on the man's face with his fingertips, feeling distressed and guilty.

Li Nanjue didn't answer Gu Qian's words, but picked him up and took three steps and two steps into the women's toilet.

The moment the door closed, Li Nanjue locked the door of the women's toilet with his backhand.

Outside the women's toilet, Zhou Yan, who watched Li Nanjue carry Gu Qian into the women's toilet, frowned deeper and deeper.

How dare he, how dare he touch her.

Jealousy burned Zhou Yan's reason.

Zhou Yan strode to the door of the women's toilet and was about to kick the door.

Su Yao, who was wearing a long white dress, suddenly appeared, Su Yao took Zhou Yan's hand and smiled harmlessly, "Brother, are you coming to me?" ”

Zhou Yan raised his foot and endured it stiffly.

Turning his head and pulling out a pale smile at Su Yao, Zhou Yan nodded, "Yes, I see that you haven't come out of the toilet for so long." ”

"I came out of the toilet in the morning, I just went over there to take a look, let's go, the director urged me to put on makeup."

"Hmm." Zhou Yan was reluctant to take a look at the closed door of the women's toilet, and let Su Yao take his arm and turn away.

Su Yao took Zhou Yan's hand and smiled brightly.

When I walked away, I turned my head to look in the direction of the women's toilet, and then a touch of coldness appeared in my eyes, and I didn't calculate.

……

Inside the women's restroom.

After the door was locked, Li Nanjue directly turned Gu Qian's back to him and pressed it back into the sink of the toilet.

The man's kiss was urgent and dense, as if he was venting something.

Gu Qian could say goodbye at first.

But slowly, the reason of being kissed by the man was completely lost, his brain was confused, and his body was so soft that he couldn't use any strength, so he could only weakly support himself on the sink.

In the mirror of the sink, Gu Qian's skirt and the upper part of the skirt were loosely pushed to the waist, and the underwear was pushed under the ribs.

The girl's waist-length hair was scattered behind her.