Husband, don't play by the rules

Xie Lingfeng's phone call to Gu Xiaoxi
When she thought of Xie Lingfeng's Miss Wang's family, she felt a little respectful.

Why do you need to insert yourself into others.

"Gu Xiaoxi, come to my door, no matter what, I have to treat you to a meal, see you at Yueluoxilou at noon tomorrow."

Before Gu Xiaoxi could respond, the other party hung up the phone.

"Really, dead cat."

Gu Xiaoxi scolded mercilessly.

"It's not a dead cat. If it's a cat, it will catch mice. You have to be careful."

She raised her eyes and glanced at Song Yihe, who had tightly pursed thin lips, and clearly felt a gust of cold air emanating from him.

She felt that she had a money relationship with this person after all, just like an employment relationship, so she naturally had to act according to other people's winks.

At the reception, I actually crossed the line.

But the one who crossed the line more calmly was that he crossed the line first, and she pushed herself into the position of "wife", and she had her own unavoidable limitations.

It's best to be nice and honest now.

She came over and untied his tie, and said in a low voice in Wu Nong Mei's voice: "I'm not going, I'll tell him in a while that we have something to do tomorrow."

"I don't say I won't let you go. You seem to be someone like me. If you don't care about me, I'm just kindly reminding you."

She was choked by the man's words and she didn't move for a long time, she just clutched her stomach meaninglessly.

Song Yihe's eyes were slightly flustered, but his tone softened immediately.

"Go and rest first, and feel better tomorrow."

The next day.

The weather was fine, and Gu Xiaoxi was lazy in the morning. Although his stomach was healed and he was fine, his body was a little limp and his spirit was not very good. That is to say, he felt that no one loved him, so he didn't tell anyone.

When a person does what she should do without saying anything, she is just like a good person in the eyes of others.

Gu Xiaoxi is doing all kinds of small things indoors.

Song Yihe just sat quietly and lazily watching TV, but it was as clean and tidy as usual, and even the movements of watching TV could be done gracefully.

Gu Xiaoxi's eyes kept drifting towards him involuntarily, which made her unable to concentrate on her work.

Song Yihe didn't intend to go out either.

That calm handsome face does not show that there is anything to do, everything is so leisurely, everything seems to be in his hands with ease, handy, he seems to be here just to play.

At noon, the place Song Yihe asked Su Te to drive her to was called Yueluoxilou.

She remembered hearing the name before, and it seemed like she couldn't remember it all at once.

When she arrived, she got out of the car, and the slender peach eyes were smiling, leaning against her car and waiting there.

Although it doesn't look very long, it has been quite a while.

"Hey! Gu Xiaoxi, here."

As if he was afraid that Gu Xiaoxi would not see him, he waved there with a bright face.

Gu Xiaoxi felt funny in her heart, there was no second person in such a big place, how could she not see him.

Gu Xiaoxi beckoned to him, then turned to Su Tezhu and said, "Goodbye Su Tezhu, please be safe. I'm sorry to trouble you."

In Gu Xiaoxi's eyes, Su Tezhu is her boss, so she always treats him with respect.

Su Tezhu was a little uncomfortable with Gu Xiaoxi's politeness and said, "You're welcome, you go in first."

Gu Xiaoxi nodded and came to Xie Lingfeng. Xie Lingfeng patted her head lightly, and she tilted her head away with a bright smile.

"Wait for a long time, look at your virtue, be careful."

"Yes, it's not enough if you are narrow-minded, and you won't be able to see you if you are wide-eyed."

Xie Lingfeng took her hand and walked away talking and laughing along the way.

Xie Lingfeng was dressed in white casual clothes, leaving a clean, capable, chic and charming back view.

Su Tezhu's habitually smiling gaze in the car darkened until he could no longer see the shadow of the man holding the woman, he sighed softly.

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened.