Speak Of The Devil

Speak of the devil.

Guo Rou turned around so vigorously that she almost lost her breath. She had a strange expression on her face. "Why did Bai Weiyang suddenly come to the logistics platoon? I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."

Gu Yan agreed and agreed. "I think so too."

While the two of them were talking, Bai Weiyang had already walked closer to the two of them. She was still dignified and beautiful, her white dress accentuating her slim figure.

Bai Weiyang smiled and said, "Sigh, what a coincidence. Guo Rou, Gu Yan."

Guo Rou was too lazy to argue with her. She crossed her arms and said lazily, "It's not a coincidence at all. I wanted to avoid it as I didn't want to see you, but you forced yourself on me."

Gu Yan smiled.

She now felt that Bai Weiyang had completely offended Guo Rou. At home, Guo Rou had always been very outspoken, so when they met, she immediately attacked without hesitation.