Gu Mingzhu turned her head and hugged Yan Jingcheng's neck, and said softly: "Honey, ex-boyfriend is all over the clouds, I can't remember it at all. Now I only have you in my eyes and heart."

Her eyes that were clearly black and white were indescribable and sincere, with a bit of obedience.

Yan Jingcheng laughed and leaned on the back of the chair without talking nonsense to her, saying indifferently: "Can you write?"

His tone was very light, as if he was asking and discussing normally.

But when faced with his cold and deep eyes, Gu Mingzhu became timid and timid.

Her lips were lightly flat, and she looked at him unwillingly and said, "Must write?"

Yan Jingcheng looked at her with a faint look, and the meaning was self-evident.

Gu Mingzhu swallowed, withdrew her gaze, and slowly took it in her hand.

Yan Jingcheng looked at his movements without saying a word, but felt that the black fountain pen with a piano painted look indescribable between her well-proportioned fingers.

Gu Mingzhu's index and middle fingers were scattered around with a pen in her index finger and middle finger. She played for a while, then turned to look at Yan Jingcheng and said seriously: "Which age did you start writing?"

Yan Jingcheng's eyes dimmed a little, and when he looked at the woman with confusion and seriousness, he had already had a premonition that he would be angry to death.

He didn't get the answer, but his calves became weak by his eyes.

Gu Mingzhu hurriedly withdrew her gaze and still couldn't write for a while.

Yan Jingcheng's temple was so painful that he was so angry that she was so angry that she sat on his lap and twisted, not at all at all.

"Gu Mingzhu, if you do something, I will beat you up."

Gu Mingzhu's lips were flat and she threw the pen in dissatisfaction: "I'm not a wooden man, why can't I move?"

"Besides, I can't write it when you look at me." Gu Mingzhu looked at him with a mist in her eyes, feeling that he was bullying.

She doesn't write, will it end if she writes well?

Think she was stupid?

This dog man really wants to make things difficult for him. Wouldn't it be better to live happily?

"Don't sleep if you don't write. When will you sleep when you finish writing?" Yan Jingcheng spoke indifferently, picked up a book on the desk and started to flip.

Seeing that he had enough time to spend with her, Gu Mingzhu was so angry.

After a while, Gu Mingzhu slowly opened the pen and wrote a few words in red strokes.

Yan Jingcheng was holding a book in his hand, but from the moment she started writing, her eyes fell on the paper in front of her.

The woman wrote very slowly, obviously she was deliberately rubbing.

Yan Jingcheng didn't urge her, and waited patiently.

Until she saw the first word in her writing, Yan Jingcheng's eyebrows couldn't help but frown a little.

'old?'

There is also such a surname?

After a while, four big words were written on the top of the paper: [Old Love Collection].

Yan Jingcheng's face turned a little darker, and he pinched her slender waist and said in a deep voice: "Old love, huh?"

"It hurts!" Gu Mingzhu spoke in dissatisfaction, then turned her head to look at the man in front of her, her lips flattened, and said dissatisfiedly: "No? Is it a new love and an old love!"

"So I'm a new lover." Yan Jingcheng's eyes were gloomy and he spoke in a deep voice.

Gu Mingzhu nodded naturally.

Yan Jingcheng sneered, picked her up and placed her on the desk, pinched her chin with her big hands and said coldly: "When are you going to turn me into an old love, huh?"

Gu Mingzhu felt that he was sick.

She wanted to say that he would not become an old lover because there was no love between them.

But Gu Mingzhu thinks it is better not to hurt a man who is intermittently fucked.

So out of kindness, she just looked at him with a little dissatisfaction and said, "Why are you so stingy? No other boyfriend has much to do with..."
Chapter completed!