This stalker was actually Gu Mohan's good friend?
Lin Shiyu chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, she curved her red lips. "Hello, Mr Gu, Mr Smithson."
With that, Lin Shiyu looked at Tang Mo 'er. "Mo' er, let's go out."
"Okay."
…
Lin Shiyu's pretty figure disappeared from Fu Qinglun's sight. Fu Qinglun didn't retract his gaze, he was still looking in the direction where she had disappeared.
She had been pregnant for five months, but she hadn't put on any weight at all. Her limbs were slender and her face was ravishing, except for the protruding bump under her dress.
Her bump wasn't considered big, but it was petite and adorable.
She had regular prenatal checkups in the hospital, and every test result would be sent to him. Both she and the baby were healthy.
He really wanted to hug her.
He really wanted to touch her bump.
At this moment, he heard a magnetic voice. "She's already gone, stop looking. You won't be able to eat it even if you keep looking."
Fu Qinglun glanced sideways, his eyes meeting with Gu Mohan's expression.
He immediately stretched out his long leg and kicked Gu Mohan, meaning — -Are we good friends now? Why aren't you helping me chase after my wife?
There was an additional footprint on Gu Mohan's trousers, but he didn't care. He looked at Fu Qinglun's wavy fringe that he had just permed. "Not bad, you even did your hair?"
Hearing this teasing, Fu Qinglun glanced over. "Why? Are you jealous that I'm more handsome than you?"
Gu Mohan picked up his wine glass, taking a sip of red wine. "I haven't seen anyone more handsome than me, but I do see someone who's full of himself."
Fu Qinglun didn't have time to argue with him. "Give your wife a call and ask her what Shi 'shi means."
Gu Mohan took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. "I think you're just poor. You're pregnant and lost your wife."
Gu Mohan dialed the phone number.
…
In another private room, Tang Mo 'er and Lin Shiyu sat on the sofa.
Tang Mo 'er was still thinking about her mission, so she looked at Lin Shiyu and asked, "Shi' shi, what do you think of Mr Smithson?"
Lin Shiyu peeled a fresh orange. The oranges in this season were sweet and sour, she loved them.
"What do you mean?" Lin Shiyu stuffed a piece of orange meat into her mouth. "Mo 'er, you invited me here today just to be a matchmaker? You want to introduce me to that Mr. Smithson? "
Lin Shiyu was an intelligent woman and could see through Tang Mo 'er's intentions with just one look.
"Shiyu, I think Mr Smithson is a good person. He's young, handsome, gentlemanly, rich and most importantly, he's single."
Lin Shiyu ate another piece of orange meat. "He's still single despite having such good qualities. Is there something wrong with him?"
Tang Mo 'er was confused. "What do you mean?"
Lin Shiyu inched closer to Tang Mo 'er and whispered, "Mr Smithson has sexual dysfunction. He can't get hard."
Tang Mo 'er gasped. Oh my god, it couldn't be, right?
At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. It was Tang Mo 'er's phone.
She took it out and saw that it was a call from Mr Gu.
He was definitely here to spy on the military intelligence.
For the sake of Young Master Fu chasing after his wife, she and Mr Gu had mobilised the whole family.
"Hello." Tang Mo 'er answered the call.
…
On the other hand, in the luxurious private room. Gu Mohan hung up the phone and threw it on the coffee table.
"What did Shi 'shi say?" Fu Qinglun asked.
Gu Mohan glanced sideways at Fu Qinglun. "Lin Shiyu said that you have sexual dysfunction and can't get hard. You're impotent. Although she's pregnant and can't be picky, she's also looking for sexual bliss."
"…"
Fu Qinglun's handsome features suddenly darkened, his thin lips pursed into an arc that was as sharp as a knife.
This woman, what was she talking about?
Damn it!
It was all because of the spray that had fallen out of his pocket that night. He had the urge to drag Sikong out and whip his corpse.
Gu Mohan's gaze shifted downwards. "Don't tell me …"
"Scram!" Fu Qinglun replied coldly. He was annoyed.
Mr Gu, "…"
Fu Qinglun was f * cking indignant. He was extremely indignant. He was impotent. Who was the one who made her pregnant?
What should he do now?
She had misunderstood him too much.
…
Tang Mo 'er dragged Lin Shiyu to the luxurious private room. "Shiyu, let's go. There are two people missing there. Let's go."
"Mo 'er, I don't know how to play cards. I'll definitely lose money if I go."
Tang Mo 'er blinked. "It's okay. Your family owns a mine. No matter how much you lose, someone will take care of it."
"…"
Lin Shiyu found it funny. Where was her family's mine?
Unable to argue with Tang Mo 'er, Lin Shiyu was pushed to a seat. Tang Mo' er sat opposite her. There were two business bosses at the table.
Lin Shiyu realized that there was someone in her seat. There was a pile of chips in front of her.
These chips were all money.
"Mo 'er, who do these chips belong to?" Lin Shiyu asked.
Tang Mo 'er waved her hand. "They're yours. Spend as much as you want."
"…"
Lin Shiyu glanced at Tang Mo 'er. Were you crazy?
But she would borrow these chips first. She would return them later.
But things didn't go as she wished. After playing three cards, she lost all three.
"Haha, Shiyu, you lost money again." Tang Mo 'er stood up and took away more than half of the chips in front of Lin Shiyu.
She lost so much?
Lin Shiyu really didn't know how to play cards at all. "How much did I lose?"
A business boss looked at Lin Shiyu and raised five fingers.
"Five million?"
The business boss shook his head. "No, it's fifty million."
Fifty million?
Lin Shiyu's pretty eyes narrowed.
"Young Master, you're here at the right time. Someone lost money to you. He lost fifty million."
Lin Shiyu glanced sideways. A tall figure walked in. It was Fu Qinglun.
The money belonged to him?
She lost fifty million to him?
Lin Shiyu furrowed her pretty brows. She felt that she had fallen into an elaborate scam.
At this moment, Fu Qinglun walked over. He supported himself with one hand on the chair behind Lin Shiyu and looked at her coldly. "Continue."
He asked her to continue playing cards.
"I don't know how to play, let's not play anymore." Lin Shiyu wanted to get up.
Fu Qinglun curved his dark red thin lips. "Why? Are you in a hurry to return the money to me?"
"…"
Lin Shiyu thought about all the bank cards she had. She didn't even have fifty million in total.
At this moment, the chair beside her was pressed down and Fu Qinglun sat beside her. He stretched his hand out and took the cards in her hand. "I'll teach you."
Lin Shiyu instantly smelled his clean and masculine scent. It was unusually pleasant.
She saw his large hand stretching over. It was fair and beautiful, his fingers long and slender. The sleeves of his white shirt wrapped around his muscular wrist. There was an expensive steel watch on his wrist and it was very pleasing to the eye.
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