Master Gu's forensic wife is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 120 I value more【Right to speak】

The man's arm was strong, and she was instantly imprisoned in his arms.

A cold voice sounded.

"What are you doing? Want to rebel?"

Gu Jingxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his forehead wrinkled slightly, but his facial features were more profound.

Unsurprisingly, he showed his displeasure at the moment.

Lin Qingcheng was still angry, struggling desperately a few times, and was so tired that she collapsed in the man's arms.

The man picked her up across the waist and gently placed her on the bed.

The woman got angry, turned sideways, turned her back to him, and ignored him.

because too tired,

Lin Qingcheng quickly fell asleep.

The man who wanted to explain the courtship was left behind, walking back and forth by the bed, helpless.

Lin Qingcheng's unexpected vomiting this time made him care so much?

Of course he cares!
How could the treasure in his heart fall into the hands of others.

midnight,

Lin Qingcheng turned over on the bed, and soon realized that it was not a man's chest, and woke up.

Gu Jingxuan was sitting by the bed, staring at her with gentle eyes.

Lin Qingcheng was lying on her back, also looking at him.

After a long time, she finally said, "Why don't you sleep, are you thinking about who I'm pregnant with?"

Gu Jingxuan pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

"..."

Lin Qingcheng blinked,
"So you... save your energy in the future. If you don't do anything, I will get pregnant by myself."

"Do you wish?"

Lin Qingcheng's face was blushing.Quiet.

Gu Jingxuan was not annoyed, it seemed that everything was expected, but fortunately, this little woman did not [go crazy].

"Wash up and go to bed,"

Lin Qingcheng looked at the faint exhaustion between his brows and eyes, and felt a little distressed.

"I made porridge for you, drink some before going to sleep."

The man said dotingly.

"I'd better stop drinking. If I drank and vomited again, I wouldn't be able to tell."

The woman pouts.

The man chuckled.

The next morning,
Lin Qingcheng slowly opened her eyes, only to find that Gu Jingxuan had already gotten up.

A dark blue high-end shirt and a dark suit jacket were draped over his arms. Seeing him wake up, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"woke up?"

doting voice,
Lin Qingcheng raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously:
"Why do you get up early, what's up?"

"The Gu family wants to set up their own consortium. As a senior CEO, I have to attend this meeting in person."

The man's thin lips curved out in a warm arc.

"Congratulations, you've been promoted again,"

Women are indifferent.

"Not happy?"

The man is puzzled.

"NO"

After the woman finished speaking, she turned sideways and closed her eyes again.

A sense of inexplicable loss suddenly rose in my heart.

Contains entertainment building.

In a huge conference room.

The atmosphere at the moment seemed extremely tense and depressing.

Several big-name directors looked at today's meeting agenda in their hands, with surprised expressions on their faces.

Sneaking a peek...a glance at the woman who was sitting on the main seat, Ming Ming was young but cold as ice.

...the aura...is really too strong...

"Everyone, the document you are holding in your hand is something I decided yesterday. The Metropolitan Art School is of great significance to Hanyun Entertainment. Needless to say, everyone understands it in their hearts, so I am going to Spending huge sums of money, cooperating with an art school, enjoying [controlling rights], and most importantly [right to speak], the reason why I did not buy it is because it is the only art school in the capital city, has been running successfully for many years, and has a good reputation very high.

But there are also many problems in the school, which shocked me, so I value the [right to speak] more than the [controlling right]. In this way, you can discuss the specific matters, and go to the school as soon as possible Let's communicate. "

noon,

The gray sky was covered with a thin layer of spring rain.

The rain was like silk, light and thin, without a pattering sound, more like a cloud of mist, covering the entire magnificent capital.

Lin Qingcheng likes rain, but there are too many reasons that cannot be described.

The phone keeps ringing...

She stood indifferently in front of the huge French window, but an inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart.

(End of this chapter)