Mr. Gu, spoil your wife like your life

Sensing Yun Qiao's gaze, Gu Beirong turned his head slightly, just glanced at her casually, and quickly retracted it.

Touching his nose, he strode over and opened the car door.

The man was still as indifferent as ever.

"Mr. Gu, are you familiar with Fu Qinyu?"

"Unfamiliar."

"Mr. Gu, I heard that Fu Qinyu only has one fiancée named Lin Jingwan. When will there be another wife?"

She was really, really curious...

Gu Beirong raised his head suddenly, his gaze fell on her face coldly, "Do you like Fu Qinyu?"

Yun Qiao laughed loudly, "How is it possible, this duplicitous disgusting man has a wife and is still raising a young man outside, besides..." She blinked her eyes, pretending to be shy, "I like you, Mr. Gu!"

Fu Qinyu's face was livid, "Yun Qiao, do you want to get out of the car?"

Yun Qiao wisely shut up, this man can't stand being teased at all.

As the car got closer and closer to Fu's house, Yun Qiao's mood became more and more complicated.

Finally, the villa where she lived for three years came into view.

It was still so beautiful, but at this time it was surrounded by countless wreaths.

The floor was covered with a snow-white carpet, and the guests coming and going all looked dignified.

Yun Qiao sharp-eyed saw Fu Qinyu who was dressed in black standing at the gate, next to her parents and younger brother, the three of them had red and swollen eyes from crying.

Holding back the tears that welled up in her eyes, Yun Qiao pulled the corners of her lips, "Fu Qinyu is really a hypocrite."

Gu Beirong couldn't help but glance at her.

There is a lot of evil spirit in this woman.

Gu Beirong deserved to be the object of much attention, and he attracted everyone's attention almost as soon as he got off the car.

"Hello, Mr. Gu!"

"Mr. Gu, you are here too, this lady is..."

Gu Beirong ignored the person who came to strike up a conversation, and strode towards the door with a cold face.

Yun Qiao followed behind him.

"Mr. Gu." Fu Qinyu looked a little haggard, and his black hair was a little messy.

Two of the best men from S City gathered together, attracting more people's attention.

"My condolences." Gu Beirong dropped two words coldly.

condolences?

I'm afraid Fu Qinyu must have been happy for a long time!After she died, he could finally marry Lin Jingwan.

Yun Qiao sneered.

"Boss Fu, don't you have a fiancée named Lin Jingwan, why did you suddenly have another wife?" Yun Qiao couldn't help sticking her head out from behind Gu Beirong, her tone innocent.

Fu Qinyu was startled, then frowned, "I can't believe the rumors."

Rumor has it that this man is really shameless, is he afraid of being exposed and bear the reputation of being a scumbag?
"Boss Fu, you..." I wanted to continue talking, but my wrist tightened suddenly, and Gu Beirong forcibly pulled me into the room.

The huge living room was emptied, and Yun Qiao saw her photo hanging in front of her. In the photo, she was holding a large bouquet of roses, smiling like a flower.

Her body was placed in front of the photo, put on a beautiful dress, and her face was painted with delicate makeup.

Yun Qiao subconsciously walked over and approached step by step.

It's her lying here!

It was her original body.

The eye sockets were terribly sour, and the indescribable feeling in my heart swept through my whole body.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and was about to cover Qiao Luo's face, when a sharp scolding sound suddenly sounded, "Miss, what are you going to do?"

Fu Qinyu's eyes shot fire, and he pushed Yun Qiao away.

Yun Qiao smiled sarcastically, what does it mean to make this expression now, regret it?Found her okay?

"Sorry, I can't help but see my old friend."

Old friend?

Fu Qinyu was taken aback, "Are you Luo Luo's friend?"

Yun Qiao nodded, "Well, I live in Yun's house across the river. Sister Luoluo often sat by the river when she was alive, and I would go out for a walk occasionally. We knew each other that way."

Does she often sit by the river?

Fu Qinyu's eyes are getting warmer, he must be waiting for him...