Having said that, Cheng Yuesheng had a very satisfied expression on his face and continued next time.

Gu Yingqing's face was covered with abnormal flushing, tears couldn't stop flowing, and there was a kind of confusion and fear in his eyes that he had just been scooped up after drowning.

She spread it on him, without a trace of strength in her hands, like the limbs of some kind of ragdoll, and he held and kissed the back of her hand and kissed her knuckles, and finally put her white and slender arm on her shoulder and let her hold it.

Gu Yingqing's crying gradually became smaller, and it took a long time to calm down, staring at a certain place with empty eyes, the sage time after high intensity was too long, she nestled quietly in his arms, sniffling from time to time, and her shoulders would tremble lightly.

The quilt could no longer be covered, and Cheng Yuesheng raised his foot and hooked the thin sheet at the end of the bed to cover the two of them.

Ask her, "Are you hungry?" Want something to eat?"

His voice returned to normal, with a bit of laziness afterwards, probably because he felt guilty, and deliberately softened his tone, which seemed a little unnatural.

Gu Yingqing swallowed his throat and closed his eyes: "I don't want to eat."

Although she was tired, she still forced herself to take a shower, but she always felt that she couldn't wash it clean, and it took a long time.

Cheng Yuesheng didn't eat at night, so he called someone to deliver food.

Between meals, he squeezed into the shower and took a shower in a regular manner, only grabbing someone to take a small kiss at the end of the meal and flirting with him.

Cheng Yuesheng waited for the meal while smoking, and went downstairs to open the door.

After a while, Gu Yingqing curled up on the bed with a sheet, and he carried a cup of freshly squeezed juice in his hand, "Really don't eat?"

Gu Yingqing said that he would not eat.

"Drink," he said, handing her the juice, smirking, "hydrate."

Gu Yingqing didn't want to speak, so she turned over angrily and turned her back to him.

The juice was put by him at the head of the bed, Gu Yingqing heard him go downstairs to eat, she got up and drank most of the juice with a cup of juice, brushed her teeth again, and then went back to bed and fell asleep quickly, but it was not heavy.

The air conditioner was low, and her skin was a little cold.

It didn't take long to hear movement from the bathroom, and then a person came up behind her, and her chest was simmering warmly, and she gradually fell asleep.

felt that she hadn't slept long before she was woken up by the alarm clock again, and she also heard Cheng Yuesheng shaving and talking on the phone in the bathroom.

"Who gave him the money?"

"Who?" Listening to his tone, it seemed like a surprise.

After being silent for a while, she heard him sneer: "Xu Anrong actually doesn't know about this?"

Gu Yingqing suddenly sobered up, propped himself up, pricked up his ears, and stared in the direction of the bathroom.

Cheng Yuesheng wiped the foam on his jaw and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Check again if there were similar funds in and out of Zhao Nanchuan before he died...... Well, I'll talk about the rest when I get back."

There was no sound.

When Gu Yingqing heard that name, her heart seemed to be pinched hard, and she looked at the absurdity of the bed again, smelling herself, as if she had been pickled by him, lingering his breath and traces.

Self-loathing comes extremely violently.

Cheng Yue came out and saw that she had woken up, and she was still staying there stupid, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Yingqing shook his head and lay down with his back to him.

Cheng Yuesheng stood behind her for a while, not knowing what to think, stepped forward and turned the person over, leaned over and clasped her chin, with a straight face, and looked at her with gloomy eyes.

Gu Yingqing was pinched by him a little painfully, seeing his eyes like this, it seemed that he had returned to the past, his heart was not good, and he was angry and could not hide his grievances: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yuesheng didn't say a word, he kissed people in a daze, the three souls didn't see the seven spirits, and he didn't let go of his arms, which made him feel more comfortable.

"I'm going to go to the headquarters of Shining Energy later, and then I'll go back to Nanjiang in the evening."

"Uh-huh......

Cheng Yuesheng changed his clothes and went downstairs, and Li Fangchang was already waiting.

When he went out, Cheng Yuesheng saw the white lady's small bag that was not much bigger than his palm thrown at the entrance, and when he thought of something, he took out a card from his wallet, unzipped the small bag and threw it in.

Gu Yingqing slept for a while before getting up and cleaning up the ground

When I was dressing, I found that not only was the waist seal broken, but the back of the skirt was almost torn in half along the zipper, and it became like a rag.

What a barbarian.

Approaching the noon plane, Gu Yingqing went to the airport with his colleagues.

When she opened her bag to find her ID card during self-service check-in at the airport, she saw an unfamiliar bank card at a glance in the bag with few things.

Seeing that she hadn't moved, the colleague in the back stretched out her head to look, Gu Yingqing hurriedly turned the card over, threw it back into her bag, and ordered the machine in a panic.

A colleague reminded: "ID card."

"Oh, yes." Gu Yingqing rummaged through the bag again, found the card package, and pulled out his ID card.

got on the plane and sat in his seat, Gu Yingqing fell back into his seat, and then reopened his bag and took out the card to see.

What does that mean?

Is it prostitution?

She sighed and slipped the card into the innermost layer of her pack.

The air in Nanjiang is not as humid as that of Zhou Gang, and it is only mid-May, and when I get off the plane, I feel the heat from the pavement, and the heat is ready to move.

When Gu Yingqing returned home, Jin Yuyin asked her to buy some things, and she asked Jin Yuyin if she wanted to come and get it in person, or if she asked the same city to send it over.

Jin Yuyin said that she would get it herself after work today.

Gu Yingqing wanted to catch up on sleep, but his mind couldn't calm down, so he simply went to the study to prepare to paint.

When I cleaned up the desk, the stacks of books were disorganized, and all kinds of art history, Dunhuang murals, and all kinds of restoration books were piled together, including several financial books, each of which was marked with various color labels.

When she saw the book "Teach You to Read Financial Reports by Hand", her mind wandered.

Pack up and fix the rice paper on the wall.

Gu Yingqing dreamed of getting another big table, which could be spread on it to paint, just like the mahogany table in the middle of the studio on the second floor in his grandfather's house in the south of the city.

It's a pity that the previous villa has long been sold, and grandpa no longer has the energy to paint at the desk.

Just as he was about to adjust the paint of Chinese painting, Gu Yingqing recalled the sea and mountains to be painted, and it seemed that oil painting was better.

Another easel, a frame nailed to the canvas, and oil paint.

The game character poster painted for the largest mobile game business in China was well received after the launch, some players liked her painting style, she Weibo rose a lot of fans, and the price of her business painting was also good, and the price went up, so she appropriately reduced the amount.

And she also has to spend time coping with the company's work, and the reduction is also to have more time to draw what she wants.

There is a big gap between Chinese painting and oil painting, and she usually paints less oil paintings, which cannot be compared with professional oil painting painters.

When the sky darkened, Gu Yingqing thought that Jin Yuyin was coming, put aside the pen and drawing plate, and washed his hands.

The doorbell rang outside the door, and Gu Yingqing still felt strange, why didn't Jin Yuyin send her a message in advance, but as soon as she pushed the door open, a small radish head squeezed in through the crack of the door.