The bedroom was quiet for about an hour, Song Lianwei closed her eyes and patted in the direction where Mu Wanyu was lying on her stomach, and said sleepily: "Wan...... What time is it. ”

As soon as the words fell, no one in the room responded to her for a long time.

So, Song Lianwei turned over, reached out and touched it forward, and couldn't help but frown, so hard!

Why does Wanyu's body feel so bad?

Will it be comfortable for my son to hold at night?

Shouldn't a girl's body be soft?

"Have you touched enough?"

A man's deep voice came from overhead, Song Lianwei realized that something was wrong, and suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the man lying beside her, and looked stunned: "How did you get in!" ”

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan pointed to the window that Mu Wanyu had opened before leaving, and replied quietly: "I climbed the window to come in." ”

"Why didn't I drop you to death?"

Gu Tingyuan looked at her, touched her face without a trace, and rubbed it gently: "Fall to death, what should you do?" ”

He stroked it for a while, and Song Lianqi, who was light, was full of hair.

He rubbed it, Song Lianyu's head ducked back, tilted her head slightly, snapped, knocked off his hand, got up and sat up from the bed: "It must be Mu Wanyu, Mu Wanyu let you in!" ”

When Mu Wanyu was eating breakfast in the living room, she heard Song Lianyu's roar, subconsciously grabbed Gu Yichen's arm, and looked at him in horror: "What should I do, my mother thinks that I opened the door for my father, and I blame you, why do you want me to carry the black pot for you." ”

"Mu Wanyu, text message, how do you know." Gu Yichen was reminding her of what happened last night.

Hearing this, Mu Wanyu's hand paused, and she was speechless for a while, and pinched his arm: "You...... You put Dad in, what is it for me to call Aunt Lin, why should I carry it. ”

As soon as the words fell, he was pressed into his arms by Gu Yichen.

The living room was quiet, and Mu Wanyu pressed against his chest, listening intently to the movements in the room.

At this time, I only heard Song Lianyi's voice in the room: "I gave birth!" How did the son I gave birth to become yours! ”

Mu Wanyu glanced up at Gu Yichen, only to hear Song Lianyu then roar: "His face has been overdrawn in me, Gu Tingyuan, don't talk to me about my son, sign your divorce agreement!" ”

Hearing this, Mu Wanyu rubbed his chest: "Hey, your father seems to be making fun of you!" ”

Gu Yichen lowered his eyes and looked at her: "My dad? ”

"Our dad." Mu Wanyu changed her words.

As soon as the words fell, the bedroom door opened, and Gu Tingyuan was directly pushed out from inside.

Song Lianwei looked at the two people on the sofa condescendingly, and asked coldly, "Who opened the door?" ”

Mu Wanyu sat beside Gu Yichen, looked up at Song Lianjiao, and took this matter on herself very righteously: "Mom, it's me...... I opened the window. ”

After a pause, Mu Wanyu added, "I really just want to ventilate you. ”

"This is the eleventh floor, is your imagination too good, or do you think I have something wrong with my brain."

Song Lianwei asked aggressively, Mu Wanyu was a little overwhelmed for a while, and reminded: "Mom, I've been sleeping next to you......." ”

Hearing this, Song Lian's sharp eyes swept towards Gu Yichen, picked up the pillow on the sofa casually, and threw it at him.

Mu Wanyu sat beside Gu Yichen, in the same position, and only then did she suddenly understand how fast he reacted.