Chapter 257

At the end of the banquet, Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou left the scene.

Tonight's banquet is simply to wash Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou tonight, really beautiful.

She can make clothes, play the piano, and her unhurried tone when she speaks, her elegant and indifferent temperament, makes everyone treat her differently.

Back at the villa, although it was very late, Song Wuyou changed Gu Yanhao's medicine and cleaned the wound.

Gu Yanhao lay lazily on the sofa and looked at her with a light smile, his eyes were gentle.

Song Wuyou blushed when he saw him, and she gave him a white look.

"What tune are you playing tonight?" He'd never heard of it.

Song Wuyou pursed her lips. It was a tune she played in her previous life, and it hadn't been passed down to this day, so he didn't understand it.

"Play it casually." She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealed the guilty conscience that had passed through her eyes.

Gu Yanhao's deep eyes carried a trace of scrutiny: "How can you play it so well?"

Song Wuyou stopped the movements in his hands, raised his head, and smiled indifferently: "I find it difficult to hear."

Gu Yanhao looked directly into Song Wuyou's eyes, "When did you learn to play the guqin?"

"When I was little." This is the truth.

"How small is it?"

"7-year old."

Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows and looked at her eyes, which became dark, "Who is the teacher?"

Song Wuyou looked at him calmly: "Dead."

It was taught by her mother and Dongfang Xuan's mother. Her mother was killed by the Nine Clan, and Dongfang Xuan's mother died of illness the next day when Dongfang Xuan became emperor.

"It's a pity, I'm still thinking, if he's still there, I'll visit him in person."

"..." Song Wuyou lowered his head and continued to help him deal with the wound.

Even if they're still alive, you can't visit them in person.

Gu Yanhao stretched out his hand, touched her head, and said with a smile, "Song Wuyou, you've given me more and more surprises."

Song Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then twisted his neck, "Don't disturb me, I'm so tired tonight."

After a pause, Song Wuyou suddenly thought of something. She raised her head and looked at Gu Yanhao, "Before leaving, I saw Song Jiuyue and Cheng Junhua entering the elevator together."

Gu Yanhao's eyes sank, "I know."

Song Wuyou frowned: "Song Jiuyue doesn't want to hook up with Cheng Junhua, right?"

Gu Yanhao looked at her dotingly: "Mrs. Gu's identity is occupied by you, she should want to take the identity of Mrs. Cheng."

"If she becomes Mrs. Cheng, she will use Cheng Junhua to save Yang Yuhui." Song Wuyou said worriedly.

Gu Yanhao evoked a devilish smile, raised his hand and touched Song Wuyou's face, "Cheng Junhua won't have this chance."

"..." Song Wuyou's clear eyes flashed with confusion.

What does he mean?

Could it be that Cheng Junhua's strength is not as good as his?

Cheng Junhua is a presidential candidate and the president's nephew.

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The early sun was very bright.

Even with thick curtains drawn, it couldn't stop its light.

Song Jiuyue, who has always slept with blindfolds, was dazzled by the light shining through the curtains because she didn't have blindfolds at the hotel overnight, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

She twitched her eyelashes, made her eyes feel more comfortable, and stretched her waist.

"Ah..." As soon as the arm was raised, there was a bone-piercing pain all over the body.

This soreness made her quickly realize what was going on.

She and Cheng Junhua last night...

Song Jiuyue stared at the ceiling in a trance.

Last night, Cheng Junhua possessed her like a wolf, so hungry that he would swallow her whole body.

The sound of water rushing came from the bathroom, Song Jiuyue calmed down, did Cheng Junhua leave?

She curled her lips, revealing a grim smile.

Wouldn't it be better if he didn't go? After a while, you can "negotiate" with him.