Shi Qing looked at Fu Xizhou in confusion. Although he knew that Master Fu had always been strategizing, Wen Zhao knew too much.
Once something goes wrong, it will be irreversible.
After thinking about it, he still asked: "Master Fu, aren't you letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"
Fu Xizhou stared at the closed door, playing with the pistol with his slender fingers, turning it in circles on his fingertips, his dark pupils becoming more and more unfathomable.
"If you don't let him go, how will my brother perform?"
Shi Qing looked at him for a long time, seemed to understand, and couldn't help but sigh.
If you want to win, you must take risks.
This is probably a matter of putting oneself to death and reviving one's life.
With that in mind, I won't say any more.
Gu Beisheng looked at his pale and sickly face, feeling a little distressed. He walked to the end of the bed and shook the bed down.
She came to him again, covered him with a quilt, and then said gently: "Okay, it's time to rest. I'll leave the rest to your elder brother."
Fu Xizhou reached out and held her hand. Feeling her soft little hand in his palm, he felt safe and said softly: "Sleep together."
Shi Qing: "..."
What the hell, a bowl of dog food is enough to eat.
Simply...
This is not the right place for him.
He quickly turned around and left.
When Gu Beisheng saw Shi Qing leaving and closing the door, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are injured. I'm afraid that I will touch your wound when you turn over."
"No, I..."
Gu Beisheng immediately interrupted him: "Just listen to me."
Then, he comforted her gently: "I'm right next to you. I'm not going anywhere. Go to sleep."
Fu Xizhou didn't say anything more and closed his eyes obediently.
Gu Beisheng took Xiaobao's gun out of his pillow, placed it on the bedside table, found a comfortable position, and lay down beside the bed.
Suddenly, Fu Xizhou raised his hand, landed on the top of her head, and rubbed it gently. He felt the soft hair flowing through his hand, like warmth flowing into the top of her heart.
His heart moved and he shouted softly: "Sheng'er."
"Um?"
Fu Xizhou said: "I don't want to get married in secret."
His voice is hoarse and thick.
Gu Beisheng didn't know how to answer for a while.
Then, she heard him say to her word for word in the most magnetic and gentle voice in the world: "When we return to Bincheng, we will have a grand wedding."
He didn't use questions, but affirmations.
Gu Beisheng's heart trembled, and his breathing became a little lighter unconsciously.
wedding……
She admitted that she, like other girls, longed for a grand wedding.
Fu Xizhou didn't hear her rebuttal. When she agreed, her eyelashes with closed eyes trembled slightly, her thin lips raised in a sexy arc that was neither shallow nor deep, and asked again: "What kind of wedding do you like?"
"
Listening to his voice, Gu Beisheng felt like a spring breeze and felt happy to the core of his bones.
In fact, Fu Xizhou is also a very gentle and gentle person.
“Chinese style!”
Fu Xizhou still closed his eyes, but the scene of marrying her had already appeared in his mind, and his deep voice said word by word: "I will write down three etiquettes, make up ten miles of red, wear a crown of phoenix, and carry a big sedan chair, and the matchmaker will get married.
You come here and become my wife, Fu Xizhou, and we will be together for the rest of our lives, and we will never let you down!"
After speaking, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he opened his eyes, looking at her for a moment, and clearly saw the tears in her eyes.
Gu Beisheng felt a little choked in his throat.
She truly felt that he loved her very much.
I never expected that I would say such words to her under such circumstances.
I couldn't help but laugh: "Are you proposing to me?"