My Cold Gentle Husband

"If you don't sign, you have to sign! Mr. Wang, take the agreement and the pen!" Gu's father is holding the white wrist.

The white wrist has been pinched with red marks.

"Help" white light face to the outside.

Only the outside people have been conquered by Gu, and no one will come to help her.

White light can only cry for help, not afraid to struggle too hard.

Regardless of what Gu’s father did, he was the father of Gu Yuzhi. He was so old, and he was so afraid that she was struggling, and he would have a good time.

So she looked at Gu’s strong grasp of her hand and let her hold the pen. His skinny hand took her hand and signed the name on the document.

Because the white light does not match, the words above are written and twisted.

However, Gu is still very satisfied. He looked at the contract and sighed with relief: "Well, little girl, you and Yu Zhi, and Gu Jia are all right!"

"No! It is you who coerce me to sign, the agreement does not count!" White light red eyes.

“Hey!” Gu’s father ignored her.

He handed the contract to Mr. Wang.

Lawyer Wang handed him the crutches, and some of them couldn’t bear to look at the white light. In the end, they helped Gu’s father to go out.

"Boom!"

White lightly fell on the floor, she looked at her right hand, her wrists were red, and the back of her hand was red, and her fingers trembled.

She just signed a divorce agreement?

Do not!

Not counting!

Don't leave Gu Yuzhi when she dies!

But why is he signing?

Does he want her?

The white face was buried in his knees, and some messy hairs hang down, covering all emotions.

Bai Yanyan sat on the ground for a long time. She stood up and opened the door. A police officer stood outside the door.

"I want to see Gu Yuzhi!"

"Sorry Miss Bai, I have already visited the time."

"how is this possible"

White lightly bites his lip.

"boom!"

She closed the door and leaned against the door, her eyes a little confused.

"The father must not let me see you."

"Hey, don't you want me?"

"烨之"

She murmured.

-

Gu Yuzhi had no knowledge of all this, and he still stared at the surveillance picture.

At eleven o'clock, An Zhen and Hua Ming came.

"Gu, how is it?" An Zhen asked anxiously.

Gu Yuzhi shook his head, and the blue light of the computer reflected on his handsome face, and he could see a few tired eyes and red blood in his eyes on his face.

Hua Ming patted his shoulder: "You take a break, I will watch."

"I see it myself!" Gu Yuzhi insisted.

An Zhen saw that he was very tired, she said: "Gu, you take a break, I will help you with Mr. Hua, you are so tired, it will not be good to go to the face of Yan Yan tomorrow, Yan Yanhui Distressed."

The last sentence hit the softest part of Gu Yuzhi's heart, and he just moved his eyes on the computer screen.

auzw.com "Go." Hua Ming patted his shoulder.

Gu Yuzhi also stood up and confessed a few words, he returned to the lounge.

Hua Mingzhen sat down on the boss's chair, Anzhen moved a stool, sat next to him, and both of them stared at the screen.

"Can you find the murderer tonight? I am so worried about it."

Hua Ming 浚 listened to the sweet and soft voice, no words and no words came: "You must sing very well."

"Well?" An Zhen looked at him with a puzzled look, and his eyes immediately turned back to the screen. "I am a singer."

Hua Mingzhen glanced at her deeply, no more words, and looked at the screen seriously.

-

In the lounge, Gu Yuzhi lay on a soft big bed. This bed, white and light, slept, and he seemed to smell the little woman still on the quilt.

However, this is an illusion.

The quilt is changed every day.

Gu Yuzhi took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album. The photos filled with white and light were all white and light.

If Bai Xiaoyan has the habit of turning his mobile phone, it is estimated that the person he loves in his heart has always been her.

Gu Yuzhi opened a photo at random, and the **** the photo smiled brightly and her eyebrows bent.

Gu Yuzhi seems to be infected, and the lips are a little bit smacked. When she thought that she loved her last night, she was happy and screaming, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

I miss her.

"wife"

Gu Yuzhi put his mobile phone in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

He is really tired.

-

Three in the morning.

The night is getting thicker and thicker. A Nan’s hanging scene is gone, and the lights are bright, but silent.

"Da da da."

In the darkness, the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor is very abrupt, and the petite woman takes off her shoes and puts them in her hands.

She looked around and confirmed that she was gone when she was empty.

She was wearing a black skirt, and the soft black hair was scattered. Qi Liu was blown away by the night wind, some messy, with a black mask on her face, and the big eyes that were exposed were armed with alertness and anxiety.

She went to Annan's mourning hall and glanced at it. There was a silent A Nan. She only felt that her body was chilly and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

She squatted on the floor, put the bag in her hand down, and took out a lot of money and gold paper from it.

She lit the gold paper with a mole in her eyelids.

Sparks red her eyes, she murmured: "A Nan, sorry, I really did not mean to kill you!"

"You fall into this way, white is light and wrong, now she is caught in the prison, it is estimated that a few days will be trial, and then executed, she will give you a funeral, you rest in peace, don't come to me. I really didn't mean it!"

"A Nan, don't give me a dream, I have been dreaming of you last night! I am really scared! I am unintentional! If you don't want to hold me, I won't."

"Nothing?" Suddenly a cold female voice came from behind.

"Ah--" The woman screamed, knocked over the brazier, fell to the ground, and looked at the man in horror.

It is indigo.

She immediately stepped on the burning brazier and turned to look at the woman: "You go to surrender!"

The woman jerked back and the heart was about to jump out of the throat. She climbed up and ran.

"what--"

She suddenly slammed into a hard body and fell directly. The mask on her face fell, revealing her pure face.

This face, often appearing in the big screen, is the representative of the pure country of the z country, Song Yi.

"Song Wei! Don't be obsessed! Go to surrender!" Indigo voice looked at Song Wei indifferently.

When Song Song walked in with careful shoes, Indigo knew she was.

She took Song Song for several years, naturally she was familiar with her walking posture. Although Song Song was so slim at the moment, she recognized it at a glance.