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Chapter 392

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Gu Jinlin was still worried without seeing it for himself. He was determined to take a look.

Mo Beihan did not stop him and gently opened the door. Gu Jinlin stuck his head out to take a look. Gu Qingyao was lying on the bed with a thin blanket over her. She was sound asleep.

Her eyes were calm and her clothes were neat and tidy. Gu Jinlin was relieved and came out.

Mo Beihan gently closed the door and dried his hair with a towel.

Gu Jinlin sat down on the sofa.

"What's wrong with Yaoyao? Why did she fall asleep at this time? "

Mo Beihan paused and said, "I spoke to her just now and she cried for a while. She …"

"Did you scold her?" Before Mo Beihan could finish his sentence, Gu Jinlin was enraged.

Mo Beihan hurriedly said, "No, no. I only told her about what happened to the Zhang family recently. I told her that the Zhang family will no longer be a threat. She was so happy that she cried!"

"Perhaps she was under too much pressure recently. You and Third Uncle lost your jobs one after another and I didn't come back. Something happened to the Ji family as well and she was too nervous. Now that the matter has been resolved, she suddenly relaxed. She was exhausted and cried for a while before falling asleep!"

Gu Jinlin frowned. "You can't blame her for this. This girl is just too sensible!"

Mo Beihan glanced at him. He had to admit that Yaoyao's brothers were really good.

"After all, this happened because of her. She wanted to help out at your house and have fun in the provincial capital. Who knew that she would encounter such a troublesome matter and cause all of you to lose your jobs. It would be strange if she didn't feel guilty."

Gu Jinlin leaned against the sofa. "I'd rather go home and farm than let my sister be pestered by that kind of scum."

Mo Beihan smiled. "Don't worry. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to her."

Gu Jinlin frowned. There was nothing wrong with his words.

But why did he feel like punching him so much?

Gu Jinlin did not speak.

Mo Beihan looked at him and said, "You … aren't you going back to sleep?"

Gu Jinlin's face darkened. "Yaoyao is still here. What will it look like if I go home?"

Mo Beihan frowned. "You want to stay here?"

Gu Jinlin lifted his chin and said proudly, "Why? Can't I? "

Mo Beihan: "…"

She was so proud of being a third wheel. She didn't even know how to read people's faces.

"Alright! How could it not work? There's a bed in the study, and the bathroom is over there. Go wash up and sleep! "

Mo Beihan had no choice but to agree.

She got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Gu Jinlin grabbed him. "Where are you going?"

Mo Beihan wanted to roll his eyes. "Go get a blanket from the bedroom and sleep in the living room."

Gu Jinlin immediately said, "Why sleep in the living room? Wasn't there a bed in the study? I'm going to take a shower first. "

What a joke. Let you sleep in the living room? What if you sneak into Yaoyao's room in the middle of the night while I'm asleep?

Mo Beihan: "…"

F * ck!

You don't want me to hug my wife, and you want me to squeeze in the same bed with a stinky man like you?

Gu Jinlin insisted on looking at him. Mo Beihan had no choice but to squeeze in the same bed as Gu Jinlin.

The bed in the study was a little small. It was only 1.2 meters wide. It was indeed a little cramped with two grown men sleeping on it.

Gu Qingyao had a good sleep and slept until three in the morning.

She had fallen asleep at six in the evening and slept until three in the morning. She was already full.

When she opened her eyes, it was pitch-black. She turned on the bedside lamp and realized that she was sleeping in Mo Beihan's room. She glanced at her watch. It was three in the morning.

But Mo Beihan was not in the room.

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