Nympho

That night, Gu Qinger did not go home until the night of the night. As soon as he returned, he picked up his own room and did not give Fu Cheng a chance to interview.

However, she just put down the computer, but suddenly saw a familiar thing on her desk--

A letter.

Gu Yili only felt that the temple jumped up, and took the letter to throw away the trash can next to it.

However, when she returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, she saw that the trash can has been overturned. The cat is using the waste paper ball in the trash can as a hair ball.

The letter lost.

Gu Yinger frowned, stepped forward to hold the cat up and put it back on the bed, and picked up a paper ball and threw it to it.

When I turned around, when my eyes fell on the letter again, Gu Tinglton had paused and picked it up.

Disassembling is still a familiar handwriting--

Sorry, I never thought it would make you worry.

I met Yu Zhongzheng yesterday. The old businessmen were too enthusiastic, and the amount of wine was too good. I did not stand up.

I didn't want to stay outside, so I took a call to Luan Bin while the last trace of soberness and told him to answer it.

I didn't expect to be alarmed, and I didn't expect that he couldn't take me back, and was arranged by Yu Zhongzheng.

Sometimes, Sheng Qing is always difficult. But I did not arrange it myself, which caused such a situation. I am sorry.

In the future, I will definitely come back early every day, what I do every day, and I will explain it in detail-- you

Immediately after, Gu Qinger saw a whole page, and "explained" about what he did today.

After seeing her leave after taking a shower in the morning, meeting with business partners at noon, what did you eat at night, drinking a few glasses of red wine, and when to return to the old house, he had nothing to do with it.

Thoroughly.

Gu Qinger looked at the letter coldly, rubbed it into a ball, and threw the letter into the trash.

Every day after that, there will always be a letter on time on her table.

In each letter, it is full of various itineraries of his day.

Sometimes the journey goes out is short, and there is not much to write. He even wrote to her one by one to see what documents he was reviewed on the same day.

In those days, Gu Qinger happened to be very busy. He went out early and returned early every day. He communicated with the people of the drama group. There was enough to talk about the words at the meeting. I didn't expect to face another thing when I returned home.

It's so boring to the extreme.

But one day, the words of words are suddenly not much--

Gu Qinger started the letter paper, and only saw the two scribbled characters in the two lines:
Chapter completed!