A beautiful reporter encounters the rich second generation of beasts: the confused wife broke into the wrong house 1036. Be the Strongest Strike First 2
When they arrived at the Tang Garden, Gong Si repeatedly warned Geshasa to stay outside the villa. Geshasa reluctantly agreed and watched Gongsi enter the villa.
"Would you like me to take you in?" Xiao Mo saw Geshasa looking intently at the gate of the Tang Garden and spoke to indicate his presence.
The woman was pretty good-looking, but it was her difficult and bloody tendency to violence that made him dare not respect her.
If he marries her one day, he is afraid of sleeping with her. What he fears most is that this woman will cut off his head in the middle of the night.
If he had to choose one thing between Geshasa and his head, there is no doubt that he prefers the latter.
There are millions of women in the world, but he only has one head, which is even more precious.
"Gong Si asked me to wait outside, are you deaf?" Geshasa replied coldly, deciding to wait patiently outside the villa.
Tang Shaobai is not a bad person, but he is afraid that Tang Shaobai's temperament will change in the past few years when he has been wandering around, and he is even more afraid that Luo Chun will instill some bad thoughts into Tang Shaobai. It is difficult for a person to be good, but it is easy to learn bad things.
"It's strange, who are you, Gong Si? You do whatever she asks you to do, and you do whatever I tell you to do against me. Why is she more important than me?" Xiao Mo asked dissatisfiedly, always feeling that there was something wrong with her.
question.
After all, he is this woman's brother. After more than 20 years of friendship, damn Geshasa has been playing against him and has never been nice to him for a second. As for Gong Si, she doesn't have to do anything, just let Geshasa, who only cares about money,
Sasa works for him for free, which is completely different treatment.
Geshasa was too lazy to reply, she was only worried about Gong Si...
After Gong Si entered Tang Garden, she quickly found Tang Shaobai drinking in the bedroom.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room. Tang Shaobai was wearing a white shirt and suit trousers, standing elegantly in front of the window.
At first glance, he looked as elegant as ever from behind, as if all these years had never passed.
Gong Si quietly stood next to Tang Shaobai and followed his line of sight. From this perspective, she could see the way she came.
"Shaobai, you drank too much." Gong Si was so close that she could smell the smell of alcohol emanating from Tang Shaobai.
Tang Shaobai looked at Gong Si, his eyes were clear, and he sat down on the sofa with Gong Si's support: "Maybe I'm old, and I feel drunk after drinking a little."
"What are you talking about? You are not old at all. You are still so young. How can you be old?" Gong Si said, entering the bathroom, wringing the towel, and washing Tang Shaobai's face, trying to dispel his drunkenness.
Tang Shaobai held her hand and said softly: "Sisi, you are still the same as when I first met you. You haven't changed at all, and you don't look like a woman who has given birth to a child. Do you still remember how we met that year?
Of?"
Gong Si smiled and raised her lips: "I remember. At that time, Sasa saw a sneaky man, and she chased him out immediately. Then you came in. The moment I saw you, I was shocked. Later.
I would also wonder if I had not made the mistake of proposing to the wrong person and proposed to the wrong person, would it have been possible with you..."
At that time, she felt that Luocheng was unreliable, and she was eager to get rid of Yun Haotian and always wanted to grab a life-saving straw. She thought that a powerful man could help her out of the predicament. If not for Luocheng, Tang Shaobai might also be a good candidate.
"I thought I was the only one who remembered. I have been dreaming lately. In my dream, you always enter the coffee shop in step with me and smile brightly at me." Tang Shaobai murmured, feeling that he was getting old and liked to be nostalgic.
