316 The little white face you raised is clearly a farmer and...
Gu Yanchen saw that his mother didn't look like she was asking for help!
What can be done?
The low-key Maybach streaked across the night sky, and Shen Yun stood among the wall-to-wall murals at No. 9 Xiaoyun Road, staring at it for a long time.
Her son not only took this place back, but also restored it so well.
Her fingertips slowly ran across the mural where old and new brushstrokes intertwined, and she was filled with emotions.
Fu Youzhi yawned and quietly went to the next room.
She had just drank half a bottle of wine, and the smell of alcohol had not dissipated. Her mind was dizzy, and she lay on the bed, staring in a daze.
The whole person had almost fallen asleep, but he heard someone knocking on the window under the moonlight.
She tried her best and opened a lazy gap with her eyes. When she saw the person coming, although she had no energy or strength, she twisted her body, wrapped herself in a quilt, and went to greet him.
She was half-lying beside the tall floor-to-ceiling window, squinting her eyes and looking out the window at the bustling night of Beicheng.
"Your Highness." A strange shadow appeared on the floor-to-ceiling window.
The woman was petite, wrapped in a pure black cloak, and her whole body was lifeless, like the calm Dead Sea.
"Mother Meng? What's the matter?" Fu Youzhi was half drunk and half awake, casually playing with the strings of a pipa, not taking it seriously at all, just listening to the clear sound.
"Mo Beiyuan, who was injured by you last time, seems to be getting better and has gone out to attend to official duties."
Po Meng reported respectfully, and accompanied by Fu Youzhi's melodious piano music, she continued,
"Today I finally got to see the Book of Life and Death. The name of the person you have always asked me to pay attention to is still on the Book of Life and Death. It seems... it seems... it seems that he is about to die..."
Po Meng reported cautiously, fearing that the news would anger Fu Youzhi. Unexpectedly, her piano music was messy and disorganized. She was half asleep and half awake, twirling her jade fingers lightly, but it was also very beautiful.
"I know," she said without raising her head. She didn't know whether it was because she was confident or because she was very drunk. Her whole figure seemed to be slow for a moment, and she didn't have any violent mood swings.
"reward."
Po Meng walked away satisfied.
"What else is there?" Fu Youzhi looked at the figure outside the window who was still there, lazily. He didn't even have the strength to pull up the quilt he was wrapped in. He could barely maintain the posture of receiving guests. In fact, he was already very sleepy. .
Her always shrewd little deer eyes were full of psychedelia. She only heard a crisp sound of the glass of Xiaoyun No. 9 and a sound like a silver bottle bursting out. The cold wind of late October rushed in, and her eyes were blurred. Asked again,
"What else can you do, sir?"
"Something's wrong." A low-alcoholic voice completely surrounded her, making her already nine-point drunkenness even more mature.
"I'm drunk and sleepy, please go ahead," Fu Youzhi said lazily, yawned, and waved weakly.
"I am tired."
After being silent for a long time, Fu Youzhi even felt a little uncomfortable due to the cold wind after being drunk. She wrapped herself in a quilt and her body became even more limp.
"Okay." That voice carried a strong sense of restraint and depression, as if the air had been compressed into something substantial, thick and mellow, and intoxicating.
Fu Youzhi suddenly thought of Gu Yanchen's voice. His unique subwoofer was always particularly sexy when suppressed. She could hardly open her eyes, but she hummed,
"Wait..." Fu Youzhi's voice was sticky and she raised her little face and said,
"Excuse me, please call Gu Qing..."
The shadow in the distance slowly approached, and the perfect height difference gave her a sense of oppression.
"Um."
The night wind became a bit more chilly, so Gu Yanchen drove over and broke the lock on the door, possibly alerting his mother, so he simply jumped from the top floor and outside her window.
Anyway, he had renovated this place inside and out. The window sill here was wider. She originally planned to sit on the balcony with her and enjoy the scenery of the North City.
As it is now, it can be considered useful.
Gu Yanchen stood in front of her, carrying the cool night breeze, not even half of the stale air of Beicheng, as refreshing as the fir trees in the snow.
He bent down slightly, Fu Youzhi was covered in his shadow, he pinched her small chin, Fu Youzhi squinted her eyes, raised her head, spit out her pink tongue, and licked her drunken, unusual
Dry coughing lips.
Cute and sexy to the extreme.
How could Gu Yanchen resist?
He picked up Fu Youzhi. In his arms, she was already petite and exquisite, but her body was so limp due to drunkenness.
The mellow aroma of wine slowly spread out. Although Gu Yanchen was not a drug addict, he did like to have a few drinks. This soft girl, exuding the aroma of wine, fell into his arms.
Where is the God of Wealth? He is clearly the God of Bacchus.
She couldn't even wait until she walked to the bed, and his kiss fell domineeringly and tenderly on her pink lips that were numb from drunkenness.
Alcohol paralyzes the brain's nerves, making it incapable of thinking, like a beauty doll without a mind.
Being so good is fatal.
What kind of arrogant god?
Simply, let others slaughter...
"Brother, I have no strength anymore..."
Fu Youzhi's eyes couldn't be opened at all. Her entire face was as pink as peach blossom petals in March, her lips were swollen, her voice was hoarse, and the pain in her body was numbed by alcohol, so it wasn't that uncomfortable.
"Be good." Gu Yanchen coaxed her in a hoarse voice, coaxing her to be better and more obedient...
"okay……"
Fu Youzhi nodded obediently and let him go again and again...
*
The second day, the third day...
Fu Youzhi lived in a daze, and until the fourth day, he had no intention of sparing her.
Fu Youzhi was so drunk that she stayed drunk for three days and three nights. She was so drunk that she was ready to be slaughtered.
Gu Yanchen took advantage endlessly, until Fu Youzhi's cell phone turned off automatically, and the ringtone of "Ding Ling Ling" rang loudly.
Fu Youzhi felt uncomfortable with the noise and frowned.
Gu Yanchen's hand, which was originally intended to refuse, hung for a moment and pressed the connect button.
"Hey! Mr. Fu, where are you? Mr. Gu, the one who suffered a thousand cuts, resigned as soon as he said he was going to resign. He actually abandoned all the affairs of Xingyao, Gu Family and Fortune Group!"
"No one in the company makes decisions, and now no one even signs or stamps it!"
"I finally figured it out, Gu Yanchen, your grandson! He is plotting against you! He seems to have handed over the Gu family and the Fortune Group to you, but in fact he has evil intentions. In fact, he plans to completely annex you together with Xingyao!
!!”
"!! Tanchun and Zhongshan Wolf! He is just a wolf in sheep's clothing!"
Mr. Wang is always sharp-tongued, and he scolds people in the same way. The key is that Fu Youzhi lost contact for two whole days, which is really worrying. He used all kinds of connections to finally invade her.
The system was forcibly turned on, and the call was finally connected, otherwise he would have called the police the next second!
"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, please give me your instructions! Hurry up and say——"
"Yeah, I got it." Gu Yanchen's voice was so cold that there was almost no emotion. Through the phone, his little humanity completely disappeared.