Night, Lindu.

There was only a small light turned on in the huge villa, and Gu Meng nestled in the corner of the sofa, staring at the dishes on the table in a daze.

It was already half past nine in the evening, and it had been three hours since she had sent a message to Fu Jinchuan asking him to go home.

Sending text messages from mobile phones out of place.

When I opened it, it was a message from my friend Ye Yan, "Honey, come out for a drink." ”

Gu Meng pulled his hair together, crackled and typed a string of words and sent it over, "Don't drink it, today is the third wedding anniversary, and I'm waiting for Fu Jinchuan." ”

After a while, the other party replied: "Yes, you two love each other, I am superfluous." ”

Gu Meng didn't reply again, his eyes darkened.

Dear?

She and Fu Jinchuan are not worthy of these four words, if you talk about love, she is probably the only one immersed in it.

In Fu Jinchuan's eyes, she is a bed warmer and a tool to deal with her parents, but she is not a lover.

Marrying him three years ago was an accident, just like my grandmother said back then, this is a lucky fortune that fell to her.

Universiade?

If she could do it all over again, she would rather not have this great luck.

"Ding Dong"

Just as she was thinking, the doorbell rang, she buckled her phone, ran to open the door, and bumped into the man at the door.

Under the smell of cologne on the man's body, there is a faint scent of jasmine.

Gu Meng's smile froze, and he was about to withdraw from his embrace.

The man's big hand came from the back of his waist, and his eyes stared at Gu Meng, who was specially dressed, "Waiting for me?" ”

"Well, today is our third wedding anniversary, I made a table of meals, can you taste it?"

"Wait a minute, I want to taste you."

Under the man's deep eyes, a trace of heat rose.

Big hands also began to wander restlessly on the woman's delicate body.

The scorching breath sprayed on Gu Meng's neck, causing ripples.

Gu Meng's voice was angry and annoyed, "Fu Jinchuan, don't make trouble, I still have something to tell you." ”

Fu Jinchuan didn't intend to let him go, and picked up Gu Meng in the air, "Dismissed the servant, and threw yourself into my arms again, do you want to refuse and welcome me at this point?" Don't spoil the fun. ”

With a low and hoarse voice, mixed with lust, Gu Meng looked at the man's handsome and unusually handsome face.

Tall and extraordinary, even at this moment, he is also exuding nobility.

It's like a well-crafted work of art.

But Gu Meng was not in the mood to appreciate it, she said: "Fu Jinchuan, don't spoil the three words should be my words." ”

For example, the scent of jasmine on his body is particularly disappointing.

The next moment, she withdrew from the man's arms, "Let's divorce." ”

She smiled at the corner of her mouth, and looked at Fu Jinchuan's scrutinizing eyes.

The word divorce is like a basin of cold water, extinguishing Fu Jinchuan's desires.

He frowned, "Is this time asking for money, or is it going to be on the throne?" Just say it, I don't have time to play with you. ”

While speaking, Fu Jinchuan took out a cigarette and lit it, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, lining him a little more demonic.

Gu Meng carefully looked at the man's side face, and then snatched the cigarette, "You miscalculated, I just need to divorce." ”

With that, she put the cigarette in her mouth and took a puff, and her face turned pale with choking.

She doesn't understand why Fu Jinchuan likes to smoke, just like she doesn't understand him, why he doesn't like her, but he wants to marry her.

Fu Jinchuan squinted, and his thin lips hooked into a sneer.

He pinched Gu Meng's chin and straightened her face, "The news said that the host Gu Meng and the popular little milk dog were in pairs, I thought it was a rumor, are you here to be true?" ”

Fu Jinchuan was not a good stubble, but now the coldness in his eyes seemed to be quenched poison.

Gu Meng pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, she walked to the dining table and put out the photo of the corner of the table, "Mr. Fu is unkind, I am unjust, let's settle it." ”

In the photo, Fu Jinchuan and a woman frequently enter and leave the hotel, and their figures are very clear, as if they are afraid that the paparazzi will not be able to take pictures.

Fu Jinchuan glanced at the photo, chuckled disdainfully, and then returned his gaze to Gu Meng's face.

Fang was provoked to desire, and her face was still a light crimson.

At the moment, I was holding a photo, but I looked like a broken jar.

Fu Jinchuan threw the photo into the trash and sneered, "Shengshi Entertainment is under Fu's banner, it is normal for little stars to want to rely on the boss to stir up heat, such photos, there are not a thousand but a hundred, when did you start to care all of a sudden?" ”

"This time it's different."

Gu Meng's voice was faint.

Indeed, this is not the first time this has happened.

In the past, she didn't care at all, and just sent it out.

But this time, she knew it was different.

Because she knew the woman in the photo, it was Shen Qing who Fu Jinchuan put on the tip of her heart.