Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Qing waved his hand and found himself a step down: "Since it's okay, everyone is gone! In the middle of the night, go to bed!"

Of course it was a foolish pass. Who wants to apologize to that fox? Want more old face?

However, someone would never let him go.

"Wait!" Gong Jue said meaningfully, "You don't have to apologize to Qi Qi. But, do you fulfill your previous promise?"

What promise?

Gong Jue didn't mention it, everyone almost forgot.

Master Gong hadn't regained consciousness at the time, and he was even more confused: "Gong Qing, you bet with your children again? Have you forgotten that you have never won a bet with Jue'er for so many years?"

Gong Qing: "..." The old man came to demolish his station on purpose, right? Can you stop talking about this kind of housework?

Gong Jue's expression was smug and ass.

Gu Qiqi was full of curiosity: "I haven't won once, how bad is this gambling skill..."

Gong Qing said angrily: "..."

But Master Gong wants to break the casserole and ask in the end: "What is the bet this time?"

Gong Qing completely black face: "..."

It is all blamed on him for being mean for a while, and for being too prejudiced against Gu Qiqi, for actually saying "If she can save people, he won't be surnamed Gong"!

How can he cash this bet?

Seeing the people in the room, they all wanted to laugh and endure the laugh, and Gong Jue's awkward face, and Gu Qiqi's girl with a cold face, she didn't know how to mock him...

Gong Qing is going to run away! !

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly hugged Song Song next to him and announced: "What's the big deal, I will follow my wife's surname from now on! My wife's surname is Gong!"

Everyone: "..."

Gu Qiqi: "..." I finally know where Gong Jue Mengsao's shameless gene comes from.

==

On the balcony of the hotel late at night.

Yun Qiao was wearing a flowing white dress, leaning against Langan in a daze.

What happened just now is like a fairy tale dream. She became the most beautiful princess in an instant and concluded a world-renowned marriage contract with the king.

However, as the camera moved away, the staff in the room evacuated in an orderly manner, not even a piece of shredded paper was left, and she began to feel very unreal.

Isn't this man a movie director?

And she was just an extra he dug up from the street?

Hmm... She knows a little about the movie industry. Her dream is to become the most outstanding screenwriter. She has seen many autobiography of big directors. It is said that there are some genius lunatic directors who will use extras to play important roles...

But it doesn't seem to be right. The role just now took less than a minute, right? She didn't even show her face, she didn't have a line, and she didn't seem to be very important.

Just thinking about it, the sound of the TV rebroadcast in the room rang.

A familiar man’s voice came in a low and sweet voice: "... My fiancee and I hope to live a peaceful life, so we chose not to make it public. On the wedding day, I will send you a wedding invitation and officially introduce her to everyone. Before that, can I ask everyone and media friends to give us a space. After all, we also want to try the feeling of pure love without being disturbed..."

Yun Qiao's cheeks flushed.

What Gong Sheng said really made people's heart beat faster.

But the next second.

She heard the voice of the reporter commenting after the live broadcast ended: "The imperial president, Palace Saint, personally appeared on the screen to admit the love affair, and received enthusiastic response and support from the public. The previous rumors were self-defeating..."

Yun Qiao's mind exploded with a "boom--".

Gong Sheng?

That man is Gong Sheng? !

That stupid president? ! ! !

==

the next day.

Palace house.

After Xiao Tuanzi got up, he felt something was wrong when he got downstairs.

It seems that when he was sleeping, something extraordinary happened?

[Master Yun: Good night kiss! The master who owes more seems to hear the smirk of the fairies: double double double double supplement...