Chapter 297 The Symbol of Love Me

Song Wuyou struggled hard, but her struggle seemed to anger Gu Yanhao.

Gu Yanhao's kiss became more and more fierce, like a wild wolf hissing its prey.

Song Wuyou bit the smell of blood, and her heart fell into a trough at this moment.

In the end, she gave up the struggle, and like a puppet, let him wreak havoc.

Her lack of resistance made Gu Yanhao go crazy.

His kiss, slowly moved down, moved to her neck, and then to the collar~bone...

Song Wuyou thought that he would be like a beast and want her at this time.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Gu Yanhao raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Song Wuyou.

Seeing her with her eyes open and looking indifferently ahead, his heart clenched fiercely.

He lay on top of her and asked a question that he had always been afraid of, "Song Wuyou, do you like Mu Gu?"

When Song Wuyou heard this, her eyelashes like ink fans trembled slightly.

My heart, like being grabbed by an invisible hand, was extremely uncomfortable.

She looked at him slowly, her eyes cold.

Is she the kind of rocking woman?

In his mind, is she that bad?

Couldn't she have a friend of the opposite sex?

He shouldn't know how to write these four characters, confidante, right?

"I said, I don't like it? Would you believe it?" Song Wuyou looked directly into the other's eyes.

"I believe, you tear up that painting, and I believe it."

"I can not do it!"

Gu Yanhao looked at her dangerously and gritted his teeth: "You have to fight against me?"

"It's you who opposes me!"

"You throw the flower I gave you on the ground, and what Mu Gu gave you, do you regard it as a treasure?"

Song Wuyou smiled coldly, "That painting is indeed a treasure for me."

"Damn!" Gu Yanhao was furious and punched Song Wuyou's ear.

Song Wuyou only felt a gust of wind in his ears, and then the bed shook.

From this, you can see how heavy this punch was.

Song Wuyou looked at him fearlessly, his eyes indifferent.

Gu Yanhao sat up from the bed irritably, glared at Song Wuyou, turned around, and strode away.

Song Wuyou lay there and sighed deeply.

His temperament is the same as that of the heartless man——

Since he became the emperor, his temper has become very strong.

Just like the current Gu Yanhao's temper, he gets angry at every turn, and his eyes are uncertain.

Song Wuyou swallowed her saliva and sat up slowly, her messy hair was too late to sort out, she hurriedly walked to the balcony, picked up the painting, spread it out and smoothed it out.

Wrinkled, wrinkled.

Song Wuyou squatted there, lowered his head, and looked at the painting quietly.

When I touched the painting, I saw the painting of her riding on a horse to fight, and the memories of the eight years of fighting kept popping up in my mind.

At that time, he and she were a pair.

He cared about her life and death, but when fighting with her, he never feared death.

In a very fierce war, they were both wounded, he said, and they would live and die.

She was slashed in the calf, and he carried her back to the barracks to wash her wounds and feet in person.

She asked him, "I have so many scars on my arms and feet, will you despise me?"

He looked up and looked at her seriously: "No! In my heart, they are not scars."

She smiled sweetly: "What is that?"

His eyes flowed: "Love my symbol."

If she didn't love him, she wouldn't join the army with him and suffer so much.

After hearing this, she smiled shyly, thinking in her heart, as long as she can be with him, it doesn't matter how many scars she has on her body—