Chapter 8: The Supporting Female Thinks Too Much
Yan Zhen Guo thought the woman in front of him looked just like his favorite gun.
He really wanted to hold her in his rough hands and load ammunition.
Gu Fuqiao was an author who had read and written many romance novels. Seeing Yan Zhen Guo like this, she quickly raised her hand, fanning the air, and said, "It's broad daylight, and I still have an injury on my leg!"
As Gu Fuqiao spoke, she waved her hand in front of Yan Zhen Guo's eyes.
Yan Zhen Guo, looking at Gu Fuqiao like this, felt his mind go blank and directly took action, hoisting his "gun."
He lifted Gu Fuqiao onto his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom!
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!"
Gu Fuqiao didn't expect Yan Zhen Guo to do this. The head-down position on his shoulder was extremely uncomfortable.
She kept struggling and protesting.
But Yan Zhen Guo paid no attention to Gu Fuqiao's struggles, as a woman's struggle was like an ant shaking a tree to him.
He raised his hand and unceremoniously patted Gu Fuqiao's arm, his deep voice carrying a hint of heat, "Stop it!"