The butler turned around and asked someone to help move several boxes of wine.

The servant who came to help was very puzzled: "Uncle Peng, with so much wine, the Third Young Master and Miss Song will be drunk for three days and three nights after drinking it."

"What do you know?" the housekeeper said happily, "Move to the living room quickly."

maid:"……"

In the living room.

Song Qingyu opened a can of beer and drank it in one gulp.

Her heart was so swollen that it felt uncomfortable.

Even though she told herself over and over again not to care.

Lu Yanzhi targeted her, it was his problem and had nothing to do with her.

But I still couldn't control my heart from getting twisted into a ball.

Before starting the company, she thought about what kind of problems she would encounter.

But I never thought that these problems were caused by Lu Yanzhi.

She closed her eyes, but the sourness still spread from her heart, making her clench the beer can in pain.

The beer cans were crushed, making a harsh buzzing sound.

It was unusually loud in the tall-ceilinged living room.

Gu Hanxing sat aside and watched silently.

His eyes were dark and gloomy.

If he had met Song Qingyu first, would everything be different now?

"Third Master, the wine is here."

The butler came over with the servants, breaking the silence in the living room.

Gu Hanxing looked over and saw the butler holding a bottle of wine, with several people following him.

Each person was holding a box of wine.

He frowned slightly.

The housekeeper's thoughts were too obvious.

If he doesn't understand, he's just pretending to be stupid.

but--

Looking at the boxes of wine, he waved his hand and said, "You guys can go down."

Several people retreated.

Gu Hanxing pushed the wheelchair to the bottle of dry red wine.

This is one of his favorite red wines.

I've always wanted to find an opportunity to taste it.

Unfortunately, I haven't found the right opportunity.

Finally, I have a chance tonight.

He opened the wine gracefully and poured a glass for Song Qingyu.

"This is a dry red wine from Chateau Lafite Rothschild. Try it."

Although Song Qingyu didn't know how valuable this bottle of wine was, she knew how cheap the wine could be if it caught Gu Hanxing's eye.

She glanced at Gu Hanxing gratefully before accepting the wine: "Thank you!"

She took a sip.

The mellow taste of red wine instantly overflowed between lips and teeth, washing away all the bitterness.

She couldn't help but take another sip.

"Slow down!" Seeing Song Qingyu drinking wine like water, Gu Hanxing's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

Song Qingyu seemed to be addicted, drinking one sip after another.

Soon, the full glass of red wine was empty.

"I want more."

The alcohol took over Song Qingyu's head, and she felt much more relaxed. The tone of her voice was no longer polite and distant, but had a bit of the innocence of a little girl.

Gu Hanxing was helpless, but could only say lovingly, "Okay."

As he said that, he poured her another half cup.

Song Qingyu was very dissatisfied. She pouted her red lips and said, "You look down on me, don't you? You all look down on me, don't you?"

As she spoke, a huge and crystal tear flowed from her eye socket.

Gu Hanxing frowned deeply.

Just as he was about to speak, Song Qingyu suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Perhaps she drank too fast, and as soon as she put down the cup, she started coughing violently.

Gu Hanxing hurried forward and wanted to pat Song Qingyu on the back.

But Song Qingyu raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't come over here." Her face was red, like a ripe peach, very tempting, but when she spoke, her tone seemed to be tinged with autumn, chilly and chilly, making people feel heartbroken. "God sent me to this world just to tell me that I don't deserve to be loved."

"No." Gu Hanxing's voice was low and full of heartache, "Of course you deserve to be loved."

"If I'm worthy of being loved," Song Qingyu suddenly turned her head to look at Gu Hanxing. Gu Hanxing then realized that she was already in tears. "Then why did Lu Yanzhi treat me like this? Even if he didn't love me, why would he target me? And Zhang Lan, she is my biological mother, and she actually wanted to chop off my hands."

Song Qingyu raised her hands and roared as if to vent her anger: "What did I do wrong? I just long for my family to love me, for my lover to love me. Why is such a simple request so difficult to achieve?"

Gu Hanxing looked at Song Qingyu's clear and bright eyes that were filled with pain, and his heart felt like it was stung by honey.

After a moment, he stepped forward and gently hugged Song Qingyu: "Haven't I always been here?"

Song Qingyu, who was struggling desperately a moment ago, suddenly became quiet.

She leaned on Gu Hanxing's chest, and the man's unfamiliar breath made her feel a little uneasy.

But the man's deep and magnetic voice was full of a sense of security.

Let her gradually let go of her worries.

Feeling that Song Qingyu in his arms no longer resisted, Gu Hanxing's tense body also softened a little.

He patted Song Qingyu's back gently, as if comforting a child, and whispered, "Although there are people in this world who hurt you, there are also people who love you, such as... Zhao Xi, Alma, and me... So don't say that you are not worthy of love anymore.

Of course you deserve love, you are the toughest girl I have ever met."

"It's like a cockroach that can't be defeated."

Gu Hanxing thought of something and suddenly laughed, "If my parents met you, they would definitely like you very much, because my parents like people with strong personalities the most. They always say that they were able to be together because they were invincible."

"They will be returning home in a while. How about I take you to meet them then?"

Gu Hanxing waited for a long time but did not get any response from Song Qingyu. He was a little disappointed. "Since you don't want to see..."

"call--"

Gu Hanxing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and saw that Song Qingyu had fallen asleep without him noticing.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily through her nose.

Gu Hanxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his eyes accidentally fell on the woman's plump red lips.

His eyes dimmed for a moment.

I can't help but feel itchy.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation and raised his hand to gently stroke Song Qingyu's plump red lips with his fingertips.

The soft touch made him reluctant to move away.

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Qingyu's closed eyes.

The woman's sleeping face was very deep.

It seems that he won't wake up for a while.

Gu Hanxing pinched his eyebrows and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

When did he, the third young master of the Gu family, become like a thief?

He looked at the plump red lips in his arms, bent his head slightly, and held that touch of beauty in his mouth.

It was just as delicious as he had imagined, and he was instantly addicted.

At this moment, Song Qingyu, who was sleeping soundly, frowned, and her tightly closed eyes moved, as if she was about to open.

Gu Hanxing's breathing stagnated.