Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun and curved her pretty red lips. "Young Master Fu, I'm not interested in whether you've slept with Lu Qi 'er or not. I'm just curious about why Young Master Fu's taste in beauty has always been so low. This Lu Qi' er broke her virginity and spent so much effort to seduce your good brother, President Gu. In the end, she only slept with a fool and got pregnant. How can Young Master Fu accept such a woman?
"I don't know how many unspoken rules she's been subjected to in order to become so popular in the past three years. On account that we're husband and wife, I'll remind Young Master Fu to get his body checked regularly, in case he gets AIDS!
"Of course, I still have to congratulate Young Master Fu. Young Master Fu has spent so many years and finally completed this journey from being a spare tire to a male lead. I really want to applaud you. Young Master Fu is really … inspirational!"
After she finished speaking, there was complete silence.
"…"
Lu Qi 'er's face alternated between red and white. She was humiliated and embarrassed. This Lin Shiyu had really peeled off a layer of her skin.
Pfft.
Gu Mohan couldn't hold back his laughter. What did he say? Never ever offend a woman, especially this Mo Yu in the north.
This Mo Yu in the south and Mo Yu in the north were really not to be trifled with. They could even stab you with their words.
It was no wonder that Fu Qinglun couldn't handle Lin Shiyu. This Lin Shiyu was really too difficult to handle.
At this moment, Gu Mohan felt a sharp, cold gaze sweep across his handsome face. He lifted his eyes and saw Fu Qinglun staring at him.
It meant — -You dare to laugh again!
Gu Mohan picked up his glass of red wine and took an elegant sip.
After dealing with Gu Mohan, Fu Qinglun lifted his handsome face and looked at Lin Shiyu. His face was already so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
Lin Shiyu ignored the man's gaze. "Mo 'er, let's go."
Tang Mo 'er felt that the resentment in her heart had been vented. She wanted to give Shiyu a thumbs-up. "Alright, Shiyu, let's go."
The two women turned around.
At this moment, a large hand reached over and grasped Tang Mo 'er's slender wrist. "Mo' er, don't go."
Tang Mo 'er turned around and Gu Mohan's handsome face grew larger in her vision.
Gu Mohan pulled her back.
The last time she went to a high-class club to have fun, he raped her in the bathroom. After that, he brought her home and tortured her for an entire night. She really couldn't get out of bed the next day.
He was satisfied and he had vented his anger, but Tang Mo 'er had ignored him ever since.
After being treated coldly for so many days, it was time for her anger to dissipate.
Tang Mo 'er lowered her eyes and looked at the man's large palm that was holding her. "President Gu, we're not familiar with each other. Let go."
Gu Mohan didn't let go. His sexy lips curved into a devilish smile. "I just slept with you a few days ago. Aren't we close?"
Tang Mo 'er curved her red lips. "President Gu is indeed Young Master Fu's good brother. Even the word' scumbag 'is used in common."
"…"
Fu Qinglun: It's none of my business!
Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips and glanced at Fu Qinglun impassively. "He is him and I am him. We don't play together. If you hate him, don't vent your anger on me."
"…"
Fu Qinglun: Gu Mohan, you've really grown up!
Tang Mo 'er forcefully retracted her wrist and smiled brightly. "No, President Gu should continue to play with Young Master Fu. Shiyu and I will play with those young and handsome men."
Hearing this, Gu Mohan furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that President Gu is also a senior now. Go away, I don't have time to play with you."
With that, Tang Mo 'er pulled Lin Shiyu away.
Looking at the woman's pretty back view, Gu Mohan's handsome face was so dark that it was unbearable.
He was comparable to Fu Qinglun.
This time, Fu Qinglun felt a little better. She even laughed at him. They were not that different!
"Qinglun, don't listen to Shiyu's nonsense. I didn't accept any unspoken rules. I'm innocent …"
Fu Qinglun retracted his strong arm. He looked at Lu Qi 'er and gave her a meaningful smile. "Don't worry, Qi' er. I know best what kind of person you are."
His words were very meaningful. On the surface, it sounded like he was comforting her, but if one listened carefully, it sounded like he was mocking her.
Lu Qier awkwardly but politely chuckled twice.
…
Tang Mo 'er and Lin Shiyu returned to their seats. Lin Shiyu asked, "Mo' er, why isn't An 'an here yet?"
"Let me make a call and ask."
Tang Mo 'er took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
Champagne Residences 1.
In the room, a melodious ringtone sounded. A fair hand reached over to pick up the cell phone and answered the call. "Hello."
"An 'an, when are you coming over? We're still waiting for you to dance." Tang Mo' er's soft voice came through the phone.
An 'an hadn't said a word. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Auntie Su said, "Elder Miss, there's a man outside who wants to see you."
An 'an promptly turned her head to look at the door. "Sister Mo' er, I'll go later. I'll hang up first."
She hung up the phone and walked forward to open the room door. "What did he say his name was?"
Auntie Su shook her head. "Elder Miss, that man said you know who he is."
Knew who he was.
An 'an's cold eyes flashed with a cold sneer. "Let him wait. Just tell him that I don't want to see him now."
"Yes."
Auntie Su left and An 'an returned to the room. She went to the balcony and lowered her long lashes to look down.
Downstairs, there was a tall and muscular figure standing in the corridor that was illuminated by the retro palace lights. He wore a black cap on his head and was dressed in a grey shirt and black trousers. The faint yellow light shone on his body, but it couldn't soften his cold aura.
He had come here in the wind and snow to save his student.
At this moment, the villa door opened. Auntie Su said a few words to him and he took a step back, slowly raising his head.
She was upstairs and he was downstairs. Their eyes met and their gazes intertwined.
She saw him and she could see him clearly.
The man had both hands in his trouser pockets and his brown eyes swept over her. His gaze was sharp, cold and filled with complex emotions.
She hadn't seen him for three years, but he hadn't changed much. The only difference was that his facial features had become colder and more defined, as though they had been chiseled by a heavenly axe. He hadn't shaved and there was a circle of stubble on his face, but he exuded an indescribable masculinity.
An 'an felt that the three years that had passed had solidified everything about him. He had become quiet and silent day after day, and he seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life.
One look and she could tell that this man had a story.
A man with a story would always captivate women.
An 'an retracted her gaze and turned around to enter the room. She took out a set of clothes and changed into them, preparing to dance at CC Bar.
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