Chapter 1878
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Before dinner, Fu Hancheng called back and said that he had not finished his work at the company and might be home later.
Gu Weiwei did not wait for him to come home for dinner. She ate with Yuan Meng and put the two children to bed early.
Then she went to the family cinema to watch the movies she had made before.
It was almost 11 pm when Fu Hancheng came home. He went back to the master bedroom and did not see her, so he asked the servant and found the cinema.
Gu Weiwei was so focused on the movie that she did not notice anyone coming in. It was not until he sat down next to her that she came back to herself.
"You are back."
Having said this, she paused the movie and decided to watch it tomorrow.
"There is not much time left, let's finish it before we rest." Fu Hancheng said with a gentle voice.
Gu Weiwei saw that there was only half an hour left, so she continued to play the movie.
"Why do you want to watch your own movie?" Fu Hancheng asked with a smile.
"What if someone asks me about it at the film festival, and I don't even know what I have filmed? Then I will be doomed." Gu Weiwei said.
Fu Hancheng took hold of her hand and watched Sleepless with her in silence.
Gu Weiwei thought of what Yuan Meng had said about her and Ling Yan, so she could not help but feel a bit down after watching the movie.
Fu Hanzheng could tell that she was in a low mood, so he asked,
"What is it?"
Gu Weiwei shook her head. It was just that she had received too much bad news recently.
Her family and friends, whom she had cherished, were all like that, which made her feel a chill in her heart.
"Because of Ling Yan?" Fu Hancheng guessed.
Gu Weiwei looked at him in astonishment. Did this man learn how to read minds? He always guessed what she was thinking.
"People and things that are not worth thinking about are not worth it." Fu Hancheng said gently.
Gu Weiwei nodded with pursed lips and checked the time on her phone.
"Let's go, it's getting late."
After returning to the room, she first went to help Fu Hancheng find his pajamas before following him into the bathroom. She helped him take off his suit jacket and tie.
Fu Hancheng looked down at his little wife who was helping him unbutton his shirt. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Gu Weiwei looked up in shock. "You …"
Before she could finish her words, his warm thin lips covered hers, drowning out all her questions.
She didn't avoid it. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and gently responded to the man's kiss.
However, when the man's hand reached for her waist, she instantly sobered up and let go of the other party's lips.
Fu Hancheng lowered his head to kiss her again, but she reached out to stop him.
"You can't even wear your own clothes. What are you thinking about?"
Fu Hancheng frowned in annoyance. At first, he thought that it was a good thing that his hand was "injured", but now … he clearly felt that it was a bad thing.
"It's just a small injury. It won't affect me much."
Gu Weiwei removed the hand that was still pinching her waist. "Don't even think about it before your hand recovers."
That kiss in the morning had obviously broken some strange seal.
In the past, even if he had kissed her, he had done it secretly. But now, he had kissed her just like that without even informing her.
Fu Hancheng was very depressed. He wanted to say that his hand was not injured at all.
However, if he said that, she would definitely think that he was lying to her on purpose, and the conflict between them might deepen.
So he had to continue pretending that his hand was injured.
But He Chi was a quack. Didn't he know that he would only recover in two or three months? Didn't that mean that he still had to wait for two or three months before he could do whatever he wanted?
Gu Weiwei removed his shirt and trousers for him and left without looking back.
"Call me when you're done."
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