Chapter 143 That Skirt Was Designed by You

Song Wuyou's heart aches every time he thinks about Dongfang Xuan.

She didn't want to see Gu Yanhao's face, so she pulled the quilt and lay down on the bed.

"Gu Yanhao, I'm seasick, I'm sleeping, don't disturb me."

Gu Yanhao pursed his lips and looked at her deeply.

The moment she was distracted just now, he caught a trace of sadness on her face.

It is a trace of sadness that sees through the red dust, not the sadness of a lost love.

He also knew that her seasickness was just an excuse.

She didn't want him to see her sincere expression.

Gu Yanhao pursed her lips tightly, she... seems to be hiding a lot of things from him.

...

...

The party is almost over.

Yachting out of the ocean, slowly driving towards the shore.

Song Wuyou lay on the bed and rested for about half an hour.

After waking up, Gu Yanhao was no longer in the room.

She got up, washed her face, adjusted her skirt and hair, left the lounge, and came to the deck.

The yacht is not open, but the wind on the deck is still strong.

The salty sea breeze hit his face, like two hands patted his face lightly.

Song Wuyou likes this kind of comfort very much.

She walked to the edge, holding on to the guardrail, letting the wind blow her skirt.

Mu Gu came out with two glasses of juice.

Standing at the hatch, watching Song Wuyou's back.

The women who came to the party were all dressed up.

And she, in a simple, fitted purple dress, has jet-black hair that reaches her waist.

When the sea breeze blows, the skirt flutters, and the hair dances wildly.

In such a picture, Mu Gu's beautiful peach eyes sank slightly.

He pursed his lips and looked at Song Wuyou's back with a deep expression.

Suddenly, he curled his lips into a smile.

Smile a little vicissitudes of life.

He raised his foot and strode over.

"Juice matches the sea breeze better." Mu Gu stood beside Song Wuyou and handed her a glass of juice.

Seeing that it was him, Song Wuyou was surprised: "You don't have to accompany your sister?"

Mu Gu hooked his lips, and the corners of his mouth were curved, and his smile gave off a wicked and bad feeling.

"She is now dreaming in the lounge with the dress Carefree gave her."

"That dress is really beautiful, and I love it."

"If you like it, why give it to Mu Xin?" Mu Gu looked at her and asked.

Song Wuyou was startled and looked at Mu Gu: "What did Gu Yanhao tell you?"

Otherwise, how did he know that the dress was designed by her?

Mu Gu's peach blossom eyes flashed a touch of complexity. He was just testing it, but he didn't expect that the skirt was really designed by her.

The style of that skirt is almost the same as the clothes of the X Dynasty...

Mu Gu said with a smile: "It's obvious that the person on the card is you."

Song Wuyou smiled indifferently: "It's just the same name, maybe it's not me."

"Enough, you still don't admit it in front of me? Your reaction just now made me sure that you designed that skirt."

Song Wuyou took a sip of the juice, which was sweet and sour, with a strong fragrance.

Song Wuyou frowned slightly, looked at the orange-yellow drink in the cup, and pulled the topic aside: "What is this? It's sour."

"Passion fruit juice."

Song Wuyou smelled it, "It really smells good."

Song Wuyou took another sip. This time, the taste was not as sour as the first sip.

And, the more you drink, the better.

"Song Jiumei is drugging someone." Mu Gu looked at Song Wuyou deeply.

The topic turned too fast, and Song Wuyou's mind paused for a moment.

She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Gu, "I know, I can tell."

Mu Gu smiled gracefully: "You don't want to know who drugged her?"