"When he dies, what is it about you, can't you be notified by men and women, even Gu Siyu sees it?"
"Yuan Meng, will you plug your brain up?" Gu Weiwei can't smile.
"My trade with him is that he died in the end of his life, and I will end it." Gu Yunche looked at the two and said, "He still has thirty-five years, in these thirty-five years. Before the knot speed, no one of you has the right to control his life and death, including himself."
Gu Weiwei sighed and sighed. If Gu Sizhen could not die, it would be entangled in thirty-five years.
Yuan Meng wrinkled his eyebrows, and Gu Sizhen is now thirty, and there are thirty-five, is this to live to the rhythm of sixty-five?
"Dare to ask, what the **** are you coming to?"
"This...has nothing to do with you." Gu Yunche looked at Gu Weiwei and said, "Thank you for your help. I have promised that I can do it. Others... have nothing to do with you."
Gu Weiwei nodded. "Then we will go first. What do you need to talk to your maid?"
The two and Gu Yunche were polite and individual, and they left the Jinxiu apartment.
Going back to the road, Yuan Meng said while driving the car.
"He promised not to start with you, I hope I can do it."
"It should be, after all, he still has to look at thousands." Gu Weiwei muttered.