Gu Beisheng looked at her beautiful face, her thin eyebrows like willow leaves, her almond-shaped eyes like bright moons, her small nose bridge, and her moderately thick lips.
There was thick mist in my eyes, and I felt pity for him.
Although Jiang Yu is not a beautiful woman, she is still as beautiful as Xiaojiabiyu, with a little gentleness and quietness between her brows.
She had always known that Jiang Yu was a person who would do anything to achieve his goals. At this moment, she actually wished that she was not that kind of person.
Then he sneered again.
What else can't a woman who can swear on her dead mother do?
Never get along with unprincipled people, whether they are enemies or friends.
Seeing her silence, Jiang Yu's eyes turned red, and he became more and more aggrieved: "As long as you apologize, I will not hold you responsible for offending my deceased mother."
Everyone looked at Gu Beisheng.
Fu Xizhou's expression was cold, and instead of relaxing at all, he became even colder.
Gu Beisheng's eyes were cold and he said word for word: "In order to apologize, you must first be a human being."
The mocking and sarcastic words made Jiang Yu lose face and immediately asked: "Why do you say that?"
Gu Beisheng said calmly: "Jiang Yu, if you could be more ruthless, maybe you would win today."
"what do you mean?"
"Don't you smell the fragrance of jasmine all over the house?" Gu Beisheng asked, her tone still very calm, but her slightly trembling fists revealed the anger in her heart.
Jiang Yu's heart kept beating wildly: "I smell it, what can I do?"
Everyone else also smelled it. At first, it felt refreshing and refreshing, but now it just felt too pungent.
Gu Beisheng walked towards her step by step and looked condescendingly into her eyes: "Judging from the smell, it doesn't smell like a little spray of perfume, but a lot of it. It's strong, long-lasting and not easy to dissipate."
Jiang Yu frowned in confusion.
Gu Beisheng asked coldly: "How can a person who misses his mother be willing to squander the perfume left by his mother?"
Jiang Yu's hand clenched the perfume bottle tightly, feeling that the aura all over her body was getting colder.
She got closer and closer with every word she said, and the sound of the soles of her high heels on the ground made her feel very harsh.
Finally, he took a step back in shock from her powerful aura.
Song Yuyuan's face turned pale. How could he not understand what Gu Beisheng meant?
She was still questioning the bottle of perfume in Jiang Yu's hand.
Jiang Yu's eyes flickered for a moment, and she forced herself to calm down: "Gu Beisheng, you can't talk nonsense!"
Fu Xizhou frowned and loosened his tie. He obviously lost his patience and said in a cold voice: "Is she talking nonsense? You only need to show it to her to know whether the bottle is perfume or sulfuric acid."
Jiang Yu's hands shook and his face turned ashen.
Gu Beisheng had already pulled out a silver needle: "You give it to me, or do I cripple your hand? Choose one."
Jiang Yu only felt that his mind was blank and his mind was buzzing.
After a brief pause, he raised his hand and threw the perfume out the window.
Fu Xizhou jumped up and stretched out his hand to catch the perfume steadily.
Gu Beisheng breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Fu Xizhou looked at Jiang Yu with a cold expression, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Jiang Yu's move was already exposing himself.
Fu Xizhou handed the perfume bottle to Gu Beisheng.
Gu Beisheng took the perfume bottle, then raised his eyes to look at him, curled his lips and smiled brightly: "Borrow a fire.
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