Mr. Gu is really fragrant after the divorce

Song Yu's suitcase was not pulled tightly, so he pulled it, the suitcase fell to the ground, and the clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Her wrist was so painful from being pulled, she didn't sleep much all night and she sat in the restaurant for a long time, at this time Song Yu's eyes were dark and her mind was buzzing.

The clay figurine still has a three-pointed temper, being suspected, misunderstood and used as a shield, Song Yu also felt angry.

"Gu Cheng, why are you crazy!"

Gu Cheng tugged at her wrist and narrowed his eyes: "What are you pretending to do! Isn't it just that you want to sit firmly in Mrs. Gu's seat?"

Song Yu's eyes turned red: "What am I pretending to be? Who do you think I am!"

"Who are you? I really haven't noticed in the past three years. Song Yu, you are always comprehensive and good at disguising."

Song Yu's body trembled, and his eyes turned red again: "So, the kindness I've been treating you these past three years, do you think it's just a disguise?"

Seeing her like this, Gu Cheng couldn't say that sentence stuck in his throat.

But to Song Yu, whether this sentence was said or not is meaningless.

"Gu Cheng, we have nothing to talk about, let me go!"

Gu Cheng didn't let go, but gripped even tighter.

Song Yu struggled twice: "Let go, I don't feel well, I want to go to the guest room to rest."

These words seemed to ignite the fuse, and Gu Cheng directly hugged her by the waist.

Song Yu exclaimed, only to feel that the dizziness became more serious.

"Gu Cheng, I'm really uncomfortable."

"Go to the guest room, don't you want a child, I will help you!"

"I didn't say I wanted a baby!"

Gu Cheng didn't believe his explanation at all: "You didn't say it, how could they mention it."

"Gu Cheng." Song Yu said with tears in his eyes, "You...you bastard."

Gu Cheng didn't love her, so he turned a blind eye to her suffering, and was unmoved by her tears. Song Yu suddenly felt worthless for himself, and three years of hard work couldn't get him a moment of distress.

How is this man worthy of her?
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In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

Gu Cheng was woken up by the heat, as if there was a stove beside him, it was so hot that he couldn't sleep peacefully.

The light in the room was still on, and Gu Cheng saw Song Yu lying beside him as soon as he opened his eyes.

Song Yu's face was extremely red, but her lips were bloodless and pale. Gu Cheng stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, and retracted his hand in shock.

Why is it so hot!
"Song Yu?"

He shook her lightly, but Song Yu showed no sign of waking up.

Feeling inexplicably flustered, Gu Cheng immediately called his assistant.

The phone rang several times before being picked up: "Mr. Gu, it's so late, is there anything urgent for you?"

"Song Yu has a fever and needs to go to the hospital. Come here quickly."

"Madam has a fever? Is it because you haven't had a good rest?"

"What?" Gu Cheng frowned: "How do you know she hasn't had a good rest?"

"When I went to Madam to sign, I saw that the breakfast on the table hadn't been touched, and Madam looked haggard."

No breakfast?She didn't eat?Didn't eat at noon?

Gu Cheng looked at the unconscious Song Yu, feeling irritable for no reason.

"How soon will you be there?"

"I'll come over right away, 10 minutes at most. Would you like to take your wife's temperature first?"

"hurry up!"

Gu Cheng urged, then hung up the phone, then got up to look for the thermometer, but he searched several drawers but couldn't find it.

Everything in the house is taken care of by Song Yu, he doesn't know where to put things.

Gu Cheng had no choice but to go back to Song Yu, trying to wake her up: "Song Yu, wake up, tell me where is the thermometer? Song Yu?"

Why can't I wake up when I have a fever?
Gu Cheng's heart felt uneasy like never before.