Chapter 258
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He had never coaxed a girl in his life, and he didn't know how to do it. He was usually very glib, but the moment he touched her, his throat felt like it was being strangled, and he couldn't say anything.
So after thinking about it, he finally decided to let the housekeeper give it to her, in case he didn't say anything to make her feel worse after going upstairs with her.
I hope she'll feel better when she sees what's in the box …
By the time Qin Zhi 'ai came downstairs, it was already time for dinner.
Gu Yusheng was rarely home, and Qin Zhi 'ai was used to eating alone in the empty dining room, so she didn't feel uncomfortable. After dinner, she said goodbye to the housekeeper and prepared to go upstairs.
However, as soon as Qin Zhi 'ai stood up from the dining chair, the housekeeper hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks and ran out of the kitchen. "Miss, wait a minute."
As she spoke, the housekeeper ran to the living room, and after a while, she came back with a box and handed it to Qin Zhi 'ai. "Mr. Gu asked me to give this to you."
Is this another gift for Liang Doukou?
Qin Zhi 'ai stared at the box for a while before she took it. She didn't open it in front of the housekeeper, but with a faint expression, she said, "Okay." Then she walked away.
After returning to the bedroom, Qin Zhi 'ai didn't even open the box, but directly opened the drawer where she had put Liang Doukou's birthday present last time and put it in.
It was still early, and Qin Zhi 'ai didn't have anything to do. She remembered that she had gone to A High School before going to Paris and had received a letter from Mr. S. He hadn't replied, so she found a piece of paper and a pen, sat on the carpet, and leaned over the coffee table to write a reply.
She and Mr. S had been writing to each other for many years, and they didn't always write about her. Therefore, most of the time, they talked about a variety of things, such as music, movies, books … Who knew what they would talk about.
In his reply, Mr. S recommended her a movie, which she had already watched. She wrote a few words about the movie, and then talked about some rare things she had seen on Weibo not long ago. Finally, she wrote about herself.
She said, "Mr. S, let me tell you a piece of good news. I'll be able to pay off my father's gambling debts next month."
After writing this sentence, Qin Zhi 'ai wanted to end it, but before she signed her name "A," she added, "Mr. S, the man I like recently did a lot of things that made me sad, but he also did something that made me very happy. He said happy birthday to me. Although I lied to him, I'm still very happy."
…
After writing the letter, Qin Zhi 'ai turned off the light and tossed and turned in bed for a long time. She didn't feel sleepy.
At twelve o'clock at night it thundered outside.
Early autumn in Beijing was always like this. There were always thunderstorms at night. Qin Zhi 'ai thought of the script she had thrown on the balcony that afternoon. Without even turning on the light, she threw off the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran out.
There were already a few drops of rain falling. She was only wearing her pajamas. She grabbed the script and wanted to rush back to the bedroom. However, just as she turned around, she inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure standing under the street lamp outside the courtyard.
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