593 593. From today onwards, you will be sleeping in the living room

Song Beibei was really angry.

Gu Yanqing had been sitting in a wheelchair for the past few days, and she had been struggling in her heart over and over again.

How many tears had she shed in silence.

She was afraid that Gu Yanqing would act normal in front of others.

But mentally, he was carrying the burden alone, yet he didn't tell her.

She gave Gu Yanqing a massage every day.

She quit her job, and worked hard to accompany him in his rehabilitation.

But Song Beibei didn't expect it in the end.

All these days, Gu Yanqing had been faking everything.

She couldn't tell how she felt at that moment.

It wasn't that she was unhappy.

It could even be said that she was too happy.

But while she was happy, she also felt extremely angry.

Wasn't Gu Yanqing toying with her for so many days.

Was He happy to see her scared?

The more Song Beibei thought about it, the angrier she got.

She suddenly stopped halfway and immediately guessed Gu Yanqing's foot.

Although Song Beibei was extremely angry,.

She still didn't want to be ruthless.

She didn't step on it too heavily.

Then she turned around and ran away.

Gu Yanqing hurriedly chased after her.

The people in the banquet hall watched such a baffling scene.

However, everyone also knew.

It turned out that the intern who was flirting with the CEO was really the legendary CEO's wife, Song Beibei.

The scene that was playing out now seemed..

But the CEO's wife was somehow acting coquettishly, and the CEO indulged in chasing after her.

The way the CEO looked at the CEO's wife was like he was torturing a dog.

Song Beibei ran all the way out.

She ran all the way out of the banquet hall and stopped when she reached the empty corridor.

She could hear the sound of leather shoes behind her all the time.

Song Beibei also knew that Gu Yanqing had caught up with her.

Song Beibei stopped.

One Hand was propped on the railing.

The other hand angrily wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

After she stopped, her heart calmed down slightly.

On second thought, why was she angry.

Wasn't this the best outcome?

Gu Yanqing was fine, completely fine.

She should be burning incense and worshipping Buddha, thanking the heavens.

Gu Yanqing had already reached Song Beibei's hand.

A hand gently rested on Song Beibei's shoulder. "Beibei, I was wrong. "

She was indeed wrong.

She was just lusting after the days when she was always by her side.

She was just taking a break from her busy schedule and enjoying herself.

She had always wanted to find a suitable opportunity to give her a huge surprise.

However, because it had been too long, it had turned into a shock.

Song Beibei had already forgiven Gu Yanqing in her heart.

However, she still refused to let him off. "Gu Yanqing, do you know how sad I've been these past few days? "

"I know. "

"Do you know how many tears you've shed because of you? "

"I know. "

"Do you know how sad I was when you lied to me like that? "

"I know. "

"Then why did you lie to me? "

Gu Yanqing was speechless. "What do I have to do to stop you from getting angry? As long as you forgive me, I'm willing to do anything. "

When Song Beibei heard this, she asked, "are you really willing to do anything? "

Gu Yanqing replied, "as long as you don't let me kill anyone or start a fire, that's fine. "

Song Beibei was really furious.

However, Gu Yanqing had obviously just recovered, so he couldn't really be calculative about it.

When she thought about how Gu Yanqing had been lying to her for the past few days, deceiving her into serving him.

Song Beibei said, "alright, then from today onwards, you'll sleep in the living room. Sleep until I'm not angry anymore. "

Gu Yanqing said, "sleeping in the living room isn't good, right? When the child thinks that we're not getting along, it'll be very troublesome. You don't want to create a trauma in the child's heart, right? "

Song Beibei thought about it and agreed.

But letting him go like this was really hard to let out a sigh of relief.

Gu Yanqing took the initiative to suggest, "then I'll start laying the floor from today and sleep until you're appeased. "

Song Beibei saw that she had a step to take. She took the opportunity to go down.

Then, Song Beibei returned to the banquet hall.

When she entered, Gu Yanqing was still holding her waist.

Along the way, she received countless gazes.

But Song Beibei was already used to it.

It was good that she knew. It also saved Tan Shiyan's incident from happening again.

Logically speaking, Gu Yanqing should be in his thirties.

No matter what, he was still an uncle.

How could he still attract some young girls who had just come of age.

Song Beibei really didn't understand.

Song Beibei came back to find a few children.

After circling around, she actually found Xin Tong on the dance floor... ... And Yujiang ...

Xin Tong and Yujiang were actually dancing.

They were also dancing a waltz.

The adults on the dance floor seemed to have automatically stopped.

The entire venue was given to these two children.

Everyone took a glass of champagne and surrounded the edge of the dance floor.

They watched as the two children on the dance floor shook hands and danced a waltz.

When Song Beibei went in, she was also stunned.

The two children actually danced well.

When did Xin Tong learn how to Waltz? She actually didn't know at all.

A beam of light shot down from the top of the dance floor and moved along with the two children.

The entire world seemed to have dimmed.

It was just these two little people.

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