"But she will be reborn."
When Zhou Qinrou mentioned this, her eyes became even more crazy.
She secretly swore in her heart: "Gu Weiyi, this time it's either you die or I live."
——
Gu Weiyi did have a nightmare that morning and couldn't help but hug the man beside her tightly.
It was already six o'clock in the morning, but the room was still quiet.
Fu Jingfeng's brows gradually relaxed. He looked down at the woman clinging to his arms and couldn't help but hug her tightly.
Gu Weiyi only felt cold all over, until she was kissed on the forehead, she slowly came back to her senses.
His thin lips left her forehead after a while, and he gently tapped the back of her head and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Gu Weiyi's eyes instantly became moist.
I am here, these two words are very lethal.
Gu Weiyi still clung tightly to his arms. At this moment, no matter how much unhappiness and misunderstanding they had before, she just longed for this warmth.
She silently prayed in her heart that this warmth would last longer and longer.
Or maybe it was like she was praying for their marriage to last until they were buried.
After breakfast, Gu Weiyi saw the housekeeper helping him get his coat and was about to go upstairs to leave, but her cell phone rang again, so she stood there looking at her phone.
After Fu Jingfeng took the coat, he saw her back and inexplicably remembered her distraught look in the morning.
Wen Xin asked her if she was free to go for a drink tonight, and also called Yang Chu and Chen Yunuo. Gu Weiyi looked at her and replied, "I'm free."
I always wait until the children fall asleep before drinking, because there are people at home to help take care of them and I have more time.
But just as she finished replying, she felt a familiar touch on her waist, and soon, she was hugged from behind.
Behind her was his warm and longing chest. Gu Weiyi was hugged and leaned against him. After a few seconds, she asked him softly, "Aren't you going to work?"
"If painting at home is too boring, why not go back to the office building?"
Fu Jingfeng proposed.
"I don't want to be your slave anymore."
Gu Weiyi paused for a moment before whispering to him again.
She didn't expect him to suggest that she go back to work, and she believed he meant well, but she just didn't want to work for him anymore.
When two people face each other every day, it is easier for them to have wild thoughts.
This will be better.
After hearing this, Fu Jingfeng lowered his head and leaned against her shoulder, smiled, and kissed her seductive white neck skin, and then said, "If you miss me, can you call me immediately?"
“…”
Gu Weiyi thought he was a little strange.
She couldn't help but turn her eyes to look at him.
Fu Jingfeng's dark eyes looked at her calmly and gently.
There seemed to be affection in his eyes towards her.
Gu Weiyi was a little dazed for a moment and felt like he was dreaming.
"Yes."
She agreed softly.
Fu Jingfeng couldn't help but look at her slightly moving lips and kissed her gently.
Gu Weiyi did not resist. Every time he kissed her, she would feel confused and flustered, or perhaps it should be said that her heart was so excited that it made her panic.
Because I can't let go.
He always asked her if she still loved her, how could she not?
If she didn't love him, how could she stay so calmly?
She was also waiting for a miracle, waiting for them to return to the good things they once were.
When Fu Jingfeng saw the new scarf on Ji Rongrong's neck after going to work, he suddenly asked, "What are you girls buying these days?"
"It's autumn now, everyone must be busy buying new clothes. After all, girls always have nothing to wear in their wardrobes."
Ji Rongrong guessed that the boss wanted to give a gift to the boss's wife, so she said.
Fu Jingfeng nodded after hearing this, "Yeah."
So the family quickly went to find Gu Weiyi, a top brand designer.
——
In the evening, Gu Weiyi went out to drink. Fu Jingfeng was at home taking care of the baby and said to her, "Don't drink too much."
Gu Weiyi turned to look at the man lying on the bed, thought for a moment, and said, "If you don't want to, I don't have to go."
"It will be more difficult for me if you don't go."
Fu Jingfeng said.
“…”
Gu Weiyi didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Go ahead, Duda is already waiting for you downstairs."
Fu Jingfeng reminded.
Gu Weiyi then took her coat and went out, but she suddenly stopped at the door.
I feel inexplicably that this feeling is a little familiar.
It's not pleasant to wait for someone, so it's okay for him to wait for her, but...
She still stopped and turned around.
She ran back again.
Fu Jingfeng was still lying on the bed. Seeing her suddenly run back, he reached out his hand reflexively.
Gu Weiyi ran to the bed, bent over, and held his face and kissed him, telling him: "I promise I've only kissed my dad, except you, a grown man."
Fu Jingfeng was inexplicably moved and said softly, "If you don't leave now, I really won't let you go."
At this moment, he wanted to hold her in his arms.
He was also in her long hair.
Gu Weiyi smiled, looking at him with her eyes filled with emotion, then she gently kissed him twice on the lips before leaving.
Fu Jingfeng only dared to breathe a sigh of relief after she turned around.
This woman is still so good at teasing him.
He thought, was this also her way of coaxing him?
Well, his wife is coaxing him.
Fu Jingfeng thought about it and couldn't help but grab her pillow and hugged it tightly in his arms.
——
When Gu Weiyi arrived at the club, Wen Xin and the others had just arrived ten minutes ago and were waiting for her at the door.
Several women were led by the staff into the private room owned by Boss Fu and his friends.
Well, safe.
There was a bit too much wine.
Gu Weiyi glanced at the wine on the table, then looked at the staff behind him who were holding wine and waiting to put it on the table. Suddenly, he was frightened and asked, "Are you going to drink yourself to death?"
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