Chapter 490 I Like You for Three Things

"Ah..." Song Jiuyue was deeply shocked, her chest hurt, she screamed, and passed out.

"Take her away." Gu Yanhao said coldly, his tone was like that of an emperor, full of majesty that one had to obey.

The security guard quickly dragged Song Jiuyue down.

Song Wuyou looked at Song Jiuyue who was wearing the dress she designed, and frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

poor woman...

Song Wuyou is not a cruel woman, if the other party doesn't provoke her, she will definitely not fight back.

The other party provoked her, she really couldn't be a sick cat and let the other party bully her.

In the previous life, in the harem, in the face of Dongfang Xuan's love for the queen and the bullying of the queen, in order to survive.

She endured a lot and suffered for a long time.

In the end, isn't her end to die?

Now, she will never bear anything anymore!

After Song Jiuyue was dragged down, the scene hadn't calmed down yet.

The media stepped forward one after another, wanting to interview Song Wuyou.

The media that came to the scene came from all over the world. When asking questions about Song Wuyou, they also used their own national language.

Except for the language of Country K, Song Wuyou couldn't understand anything else.

Facing their machine-gun questioning, Song Wuyou was very calm, but a dazed look appeared on his beautiful face.

Gu Yanhao leaned over, hugged her, smiled slightly at the media, and said in low but standard English: "My wife was only thinking about love when she was in school, and she doesn't know anything about foreign languages."

The man's delicate face is as if carved with meticulous care, perfect.

Those phoenix eyes, as clear as jade and as black as ink, contained a faint smile.

The reporters were infatuated for a while, what a perfect oriental man!

When he was talking about his wife going to school and only thinking about falling in love, her eyes were gentle and doting.

Accompanied by a deep and magnetic voice, every word is beating on the hearts of the women.

Why, all good men are other people's husbands?

Gu Yanhao dealt with the media for a while, and then left the scene with Song Wuyou.

And this time the champion naturally fell on Song Wuyou.

Although she didn't participate in the competition, that work is known almost all over the world and was designed by her.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when they left the scene and returned to the hotel where they were staying.

"Hurry up and sleep." Gu Yanhao hugged Song Wuyou from behind, his chest pressed against her back.

Song Wuyou smiled, "What did you tell the reporter just now?"

"Say I love you."

"Do not believe."

"They asked me what I liked about you."

Song Wuyou smiled and asked, "What did you answer?"

Gu Yanhao's hands lightly pressed on her lower abdomen.

The cool lips were playfully pressed against her earlobe, and a deep voice sounded beside her ears: "I said, I like you for three o'clock."

Song Wuyou asked curiously: "Which three points?"

Gu Yanhao's palm became rolling like fire.

Move up slowly.

Song Wuyou's heart beat like a deer.

In the end, he covered her lips with his magic palm, and curled his lips evilly: "These two points."

"..." So provocative.

These three words sounded like magic in Song Wuyou's ears, making her heart tremble fiercely.

His heart was crisp, his body was numb, and his body leaned limply on his strong chest.

"And this." He swam to her quickly with one palm.

Song Wuyou's cheeks were ashamed, and his breathing was a little disordered, "Is this how you told the reporter?"

"Can't you?" Gu Yanhao looked around her with his thick and strong arm, and his other hand wandered around her lower abdomen, tightly confining her in his arms.