Song Yu's suitcase was not pulled tightly. He pulled it like this and the suitcase fell to the ground and his clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Her wrist was pulled so hard that she felt so painful. She didn't sleep much all night and sat in the restaurant for most of the day. At this time, Song Yu's eyes turned black and his mind was buzzing.

The clay man still has a third of his temper, and was suspected of being misunderstood and used as a shield, Song Yu felt angry.

"Gu Cheng, why are you going crazy!"

Gu Cheng pulled her wrist and narrowed his eyes: "What are you pretending to be! You are just trying to sit firmly in Mrs. Gu's seat?"

Song Yu red eyes: "What am I pretending? Who do you think of me!"

"I really haven't seen who you are in the past three years. Song Yu, you are always good at disguising."

Song Yu's body trembled, and his eyes turned red a little red again: "So, in the past three years, do you think that's a disguise for how good I treat you?"

Seeing her like this, Gu Cheng said that, wasn't it? He couldn't say it in his throat.

But for Song Yu, it is meaningless to say this sentence.

"Gu Cheng, we have nothing to talk about, please let me go!"

Gu Cheng did not let go, but instead grabbed it tighter.

Song Yu struggled hard twice: "You let go, I feel uncomfortable and want to go to the guest room to rest."

This sentence seemed like the fuse was ignited, and Gu Cheng picked her up directly in the waist.

Song Yu exclaimed, feeling the dizziness became even worse.

"Gu Cheng, I feel really uncomfortable."

"What room do you want to go to? Don't you want a child? I will help you!"

"I didn't say I had a baby!"

Gu Cheng didn't believe his explanation at all: "If you didn't say it, how could they mention it?"

"Gu Cheng." Song Yu burst into tears: "You...you bastard."

Gu Cheng didn't love her, so he ignored her discomfort and was unmoved by her tears. Song Yu suddenly felt that he was not worth it. Three years of hard work could not bring him a moment of distress.

How could this man be worthy of her?

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Late at night, everything is quiet.

Gu Cheng was awakened by the heat, and there was a stove beside him, which made him unable to sleep peacefully.

The lights in the room were still on, and Gu Cheng opened his eyes and saw Song Yu lying beside him.

Song Yu's face turned red and abnormally abnormal, but his lips were pale with blood. Gu Cheng reached out to touch her forehead and retracted his hand in shock.

Why is it so hot!

"Song Yu?"

He shook her gently, but Song Yu showed no sign of waking up.

Inexplicably panic, Gu Cheng immediately called his assistant.

The phone rang several times before it was answered: "Mr. Gu, it's so late, do you have any urgent matters?"

"Song Yu has a fever, he has to go to the hospital, come here quickly."

"Mrs. Is it because I haven't had a good rest?"

"What?" Gu Cheng frowned: "How do you know she hasn't had a good rest?"

"When I went to ask my wife to sign, I saw that the breakfast on the table did not move, and the wife looked more haggard."

Didn't move breakfast? She didn't eat it? She didn't eat it at noon?

Gu Cheng looked at Song Yu who was unconscious and was irritated for no reason.

"How long will it take for you to arrive?"

"I'll come here immediately, for up to twenty minutes, why don't you take your wife's temperature first?"

"hurry up!"

Gu Cheng urged him, then hung up the phone, then got up and went to find the thermometer, but he looked through several drawers but couldn't find it.

Song Yu was taking care of everything at home, and he didn't know where to place the things.

Gu Cheng had no choice but to return to Song Yu and tried to wake her up: "Song Yu, wake up and tell me where the thermometer is? Song Yu?"

How come you can't wake up if you have a fever?

Gu Cheng's heart was unprecedentedly uneasy.
Chapter completed!