Shu Ling's words silenced Joan, would she be willing?
No, she is not reconciled!
It's just that she looked at her body, turned her head again, and looked at the bust not far away, and she saw her round face.
Even though she has lost a lot of weight now, she still doesn't have that capital!
Will Gu Zhiheng like her?
Will let her sleep with him?
Joan has no illusions.
Her silence made Shu Ling understand what she meant, and Shu Ling hated iron and steel: "If I were you, I would break Gu Zhiheng's leg and lock him up at home, so that no one would snatch him away."
"It's all a pervert of love."
Joan muttered quietly, and soon, she looked up, her face full of indignation: "Sleep, why don't you sleep with him?"
When I lost weight, I slept with him. ” She lay on the desk, her right hand kept touching the cactus ball on the table: "Actually, I had a dream last night, I dreamed that Gu Zhiheng was framed and lived on the street, I picked him up, and he fell in love with me, and he only died for me for the rest of his life."
Shuling poured cold water on her: "Dreams are all the opposite, he doesn't have you in his heart, forget it, find someone who likes you in the future."
Qiao An shook her head: "Yes, dreams are all the opposite, I won't look for it in the future, I can't fall in love with anyone else except him."
"Forget it, I won't tell you, I'll go out for an hour."
Joan stood up and pinched her waist.
It was almost ten o'clock, Qiao An came back from running outside, and Gu Zhiheng had already gone home.
Joan was covered in sweat, even her hair was dripping, and the sweat was dripping into her eyes, so hot that she couldn't open her eyes.
She closed her eyes and changed her shoes in the hallway, and fumbled her way into the living room with both hands.
After walking a few steps, I hit a wall of flesh.
Gu Zhiheng hugged her all over the place, and he chuckled: "What's wrong?"
"Spicy."
Joan wrinkled her nose, couldn't see anything with her eyes closed, and finally felt insecure.
She leaned on Gu Zhiheng's arms, pulled the pajamas he was wearing and wiped her eyes, and her eyes were visible.
"You," Gu Zhiheng was a little helpless, but seeing that Qiao An was covered in water, he smiled and said, "Go take a bath."
Joan answered, ran into the bedroom, and went to the closet to get her pajamas.
As soon as she opened the door, Qiao An was dumbfounded, there were two sets of men's pajamas next to her pajamas, and Qiao An recognized them as Gu Zhiheng's pajamas.
She opened the other two doors, only to see that there were also Gu Zhiheng's clothes inside.
She doesn't have many clothes, half of her wardrobe, but they didn't have their clothes together.
Qiao An looked around again, and Gu Zhiheng's wardrobe was gone.
She took out her pajamas and turned back slowly.
Gu Zhiheng was sitting at the head of the bed, looking at something with his mobile phone, and when he noticed her gaze, he raised his head, and his cold and hard face softened.
"Gu Zhiheng, you won't give away your wardrobe too, will you?"
Jo Ann couldn't help but ask.
Gu Zhiheng hooked his lips and smiled: "No."
Joan patted her chest, it's good if she doesn't, she can still use a wardrobe by herself, and when she loses weight, she has to buy a lot of beautiful clothes and come back and fill the wardrobe.
Before he could breathe out, Qiao An heard Gu Zhiheng's cold voice again.
"That wardrobe was burned as firewood."
Joan: "......" when the firewood is burned, her mind is full of these four words.
There are a lot of mountains near the troops, and there is no firewood to cut in the mountains, why should she burn her family's wardrobe?
She pursed her mouth: "I don't believe it."