Chapter 19
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Fu Shiqin's cell phone fell to the ground with a loud thud. He looked at the person who spoke as if he had seen a ghost.
"Mu Weiwei?"
Mu Weiwei was such an eyesore. How could she be so beautiful and adorable?
Gu Weiwei walked over, picked up the cell phone and handed it to him.
"I left in a hurry last time and didn't get to hear you call me Dad. You should make it up to me today."
Fu Shiqin pointed to the study in an exaggerated manner. "My brother … my brother is calling me …"
With that, he took back his cell phone and dashed into the study.
Gu Weiwei went to the kitchen to check on the porridge he had cooked. Fu Hancheng had chased him out of Landscape Villa previously.
Now that he was here again, it seemed that he could no longer stay here.
Fu Shiqin went into the study and told him about his discovery in amazement.
"Brother, do you recognize her?"
"That is Mu Weiwei. The Mu Weiwei who dresses up like a demon and harasses you every day."
"So she is so beautiful without makeup. What was she thinking when she destroyed herself in the past?"
…
Fu Hancheng couldn't stand his chatter and asked, "Where is the medicine?"
Fu Shiqin was curious about his brother's thoughts, so he continued to ask.
"Brother, aren't you surprised to see that the girl you chased out of the house is so beautiful? Don't you regret it at all? "
Fu Hancheng asked him back with a cold expression.
"Let me ask you, where is the medicine?"
Fu Shiqin could tell that something was wrong with his tone, so he immediately swallowed his words and went to look for Gu Weiwei, who was cooking in the kitchen.
"Erm … Is there any medicine for the flu or stomach? It won't affect him after drinking. My brother is sick."
"No, they are all expired. I threw them away." Gu Weiwei was indifferent.
Fu Shiqin scratched his head. "Then go and get a glass of water for my brother. I will go out to buy the medicine."
After saying that, he left without waiting for her reply.
Gu Weiwei glanced in the direction of the study and reluctantly opened the fridge to take out scallions, ginger, and radish.
He chopped some scallions, sliced ginger, and sliced radish and placed them in a pot to boil. After boiling for more than 20 minutes, he scooped out a bowl and brought it to the study room. He knocked on the door.
Fu Hancheng was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Gu Weiwei put the boiled water on the table. "Drink this. Your throat will feel better."
Hearing the sound, Fu Hanzheng opened his eyes and looked at the girl's bright eyes for two seconds. Then he glanced at the steaming soup on the table.
"I've cooked porridge. You can come out if you want to eat it," Gu Weiwei said politely. After all, this was his place.
Then, he went out to cook two vegetarian dishes and was ready to eat.
Just as she placed the food on the table, the study room door opened. Fu Hancheng came out and sat down at the dining table.
Gu Weiwei: "…"
She was just being polite. She was sure that he would not eat the food she cooked. But he really did eat it.
She went back to the kitchen to get a new bowl of porridge for Fu Hancheng and explained after sitting down.
"This place is close to the school, so Grandma Fu brought me here. I … will look for a house tomorrow and move out as soon as I find one."
Fu Hanzheng felt a bit better after the bowl of hot soup went down his stomach and soothed his discomfort.
"I don't come here often. You can continue to live here."
"Oh."
They ate in silence and did not mention anything about what happened that night.
Fu Hancheng finished the porridge and asked, "What did you use in exchange for Mr. Ming's painting?"
He had proposed numerous conditions, but Mr. Ming had refused. In the end, he had told them that she had used something in exchange for the painting.
"My grandfather left me a chess manual. Mr. Ming has the first half of the manual and has been looking for the second half." Gu Weiwei said honestly.
Ming Zongyuan was obsessed with painting and chess.
"What about the cake?"
Fu Hancheng's deep black eyes sharpened. The cake had made Mr. and Mrs. Wilson react strongly.
"I checked it online. Mrs. Wilson likes that kind of cake, so I made one and brought it over."
Gu Weiwei was stirring the porridge in the bowl and felt his scalp tingle under the sharp gaze.
Fu Hancheng nodded, as if he believed her.
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