At around seven in the morning, a male arm stretched out from the snow-white fluffy quilt and turned on the bedside table lamp. The warm yellow light instantly illuminated the spacious and luxurious hotel suite. The man sat up and lit a cigarette on the edge of the bed while flipping through his phone.
A light smoke spread in the air. Yi Xiaorong curled up in the quilt behind him. She smelled the smoke, opened her sleepy eyes, and called softly, "Wenhan."
Gu Wenhan was just clicking on the top trending search topic about the collapse of Gu Qingwu's cool goddess image and the exposure of her underground love affair.
The comments below are lively:
—"The character that was created with so much money collapsed in just a moment. The pictures show that Gu Qingwu is definitely a canary kept by the sponsor. What kind of prime location is Guanshan Royal Mansion? It's a top-notch villa area that you can't buy even if you spend hundreds of millions."
—"Are all the rumors online true? Gu Qingwu is a newcomer with no background, but he can get mainstream resources for filming and top-level resources for endorsements. He even dares to brag about his scandal-free personality for many years. It's hilarious."
— "Has anyone figured out who the owner of this Rolls-Royce is?"
— "I'm just as curious, was it that man of unknown wealth who got our traffic vase?"
—"Gu Qingwu's beautiful face is killing me. I beg her not to be in love and refuse to announce her relationship. If she is being kept, then just let her be kept... Bosses all have the habit of collecting antique vases. Just treat her as an antique and collect her at a high price."
— "Yuefeng Media, Fengxiang Media, Zhongshang Media, Bafang Media and other four major entertainment media... hurry up and get to work!!! Stop playing dead and dragging down the reputation of the dog circle. If you don't dig out the detailed information of the Rolls-Royce owner, why don't you all resign and find a factory to repair your shoes."
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"You are an outsider, and you are also interested in the gossip about this new popular star?"
Yi Xiaorong gathered the bathrobe that was loose around her shoulders and pressed her body softly against the man's muscular back. With a smile on her face, she looked at the trending searches on Weibo on his phone screen.
Gu Wenhan put out the burnt cigarette, lit another one, and dialed a private number.
It rang a few times, but no one answered.
Seeing that he ignored her, Yi Xiaorong tilted her head and blew softly into his ear: "Whose lover are you calling so early in the morning?"
Gu Wenhan's attention finally returned to her, and even his tone became a little lower: "My little lover is right in front of me."
Although Yi Xiaorong is a little older, she still has her charm. When she smiles, she is more charming and mature than a young girl. She is also tactful and can please men. And she loves men like Gu Wenhan very much. She thinks he is very different. He does not have the temperament of those wealthy entrepreneurs who have accumulated money.
He is the kind of man who treats women extremely gently and charmingly, and has a bit of scholarly air.
She likes photography, raising horses and fish, and golf on weekdays. She knows how to enjoy the mood of life. Every time I check into a room with her, I will prepare a room full of roses and candles, as well as carefully selected expensive gifts.
Yi Xiaorong felt like she was being held in his palm and pampered and protected, and she became irresistibly infatuated with this man.
She put away the jealousy in her heart and gently helped him relax the muscles in his shoulders with her slender jade fingers until Gu Wenhan was willing to tell her: "I have a daughter who has been rebellious since she was a child and doesn't take me, her biological father, seriously."
Yi Xiaorong knew that he had a failed marriage and had not been in contact with his ex-wife for more than 20 years. He could not pose any threat to her. She said softly, "Children are debt collectors for their parents. It is inevitable that a little girl has a delicate temper. You should talk to her and reason with her."
"Oh, my daughter has her own twisted theories."
Gu Wenhan's tone sounded gentle, but it was hard to tell his feelings towards his daughter: "Tell her not to work in the spotlight. She refused to listen to advice and didn't want a penny from the Gu family... She has been eating and wearing clothes since she was a child, and all her expenses have been paid by the Gu family. Now that she has grown up, she wants to draw a line with me. She is so naive."
Yi Xiaorong was silent for a while, vaguely guessing that the relationship between the father and daughter was very tense. But this was what she wanted. After all, Gu Wenhan was in his prime, and if he remarried, he would have other children sooner or later.
Being too doting on your ex-wife's children is not a good thing for her.
Yi Xiaorong responded with a few words, holding his shoulders with both hands and pressing them against the pillow. Her soft voice lowered a degree in the dim light: "It's still early, your daughter may not have woken up yet... Wenhan, go back to sleep for a while."
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At 9 o'clock in the morning, the four major entertainment media outlets mentioned by netizens were all silent. No one dared to step forward to reveal the identity of the Rolls-Royce owner. Gradually, the online trend evolved into -
The man behind Gu Qingwu is of inestimable value, a big shot that no one dares to mess with.
No matter how fierce the uproar was on the entire Internet, for the person involved, Gu Qingwu got up and ate as usual. After learning that Luo Yuan had asked the crew for a few days off for her, she suddenly wanted to live a sweet life with He Sui Chen like an ordinary couple.
In the afternoon.
After she had a good sleep, she picked out a black knitted skirt from the cloakroom. The skirt was ankle-length, which made her skin look white and slender. After simply dressing herself up, she put on a mask and went out with He Sui Chen to buy groceries at a nearby supermarket.
"Brother, I want to eat fried cauliflower and eggplant. Do you remember? When we were in Nanming Temple... we often ate this dish."
Passing by the fresh vegetable area, Gu Qingwu looked up at the handsome man next to her. His eyes revealed outside the mask were dark and bright, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved, which made him so cute.
She has the capital to make men surrender.
He Sui stared at her deeply for two seconds, and couldn't help lowering his head and kissing her eyelashes with his thin lips: "Remember, you like to eat eggplant but not cauliflower, so you always throw it to the free-range chickens every day."
Gu Qingwu felt the hot breath on the skin at the end of his eye. He endured it and didn't hide. He was too embarrassed to look at the people around him and whispered, "The free-range chicken should have found its eagle mother, right?"
"Um."
He Suichen put his arm around her waist and said slowly, "We can go to Nanming Temple to see the free-range chicken some other day. It may not only have found its mother, but also gave birth to a nest of owls."
Gu Qingwu was happy to hear that. She pulled down the mask with her fingertips and took the initiative to kiss him on the corner of his mouth.
After the secret kiss, he put it on immediately. But when he turned around, he caught himself looking into the eyes of a girl with shoulder-length hair who was picking vegetables next to him.
"… "
The girl looked extremely shocked. She probably felt like she had won first prize in life. She could run into the person involved in a scandal while shopping in a supermarket, and she also witnessed the female star and the big boss behind her being so down-to-earth to buy cauliflower.
The point is!
Gu Qingwu’s stunning beauty looks ten thousand times more refined than on TV. The man standing next to her is even more pleasing to the eye than any male celebrity. The picture of the two of them standing together is so pleasing to the eye, it’s incredible!
The marketing accounts on the Internet are so unethical!
This is not a rich old man, he is clearly a man like a god...
Before the girl could scream, Gu Qingwu used her slender index finger to shush her: "Stop screaming, okay?"
The girl nodded her head heavily. Seeing the female star so close, she was so moved that tears were about to flow: "Can I ask you for an autograph?"
In exchange, she would not cause a stir in public.
Gu Qingwu thought for a moment, then let go of He Suichen's arm, with his palm facing up: "Give me the pen."
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Afraid of being recognized again, Gu Qingwu quickly picked the fresh vegetables she wanted to eat. During this time, her phone rang in her bag but she ignored it. She was now focusing on buying vegetables as a career. After choosing, she dragged He Suichen to check out.
While I was waiting in line, my phone continued to ring.
Gu Qingwu glanced at the caller ID of the private number and answered the call impatiently, "What's up?"
These two cold words made Gu Wenhan speechless for a while before he spoke: "Wrong, wrong, is this how you talk to me?"
The nickname "Cuocuo" sounds like a cat or a dog. Gu Wenhan's voice is naturally mellow and gentle, which can easily give people the misinterpretation that he is affectionate.
What Gu Qingwu hated most was this name, as if it reminded her that her birth was a mistake to her parents.
Seeing Gu Wenhan shouting, she wanted to roll her eyes in public, but unfortunately he couldn't see it, and her tone didn't improve: "What attitude do you want?"
Seeing that she was still so stubborn, Gu Wenhan sighed and said, "We haven't seen each other for a few years. I'm on a business trip in Sicheng recently. Let's go out for dinner."
Gu Qingwu smiled wryly: "I'm busy."
"Wrong, wrong. Let me remind you that when you left the Gu family, you made a promise not to cause any scandals in the entertainment industry..."
Before Gu Wenhan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Gu Qingwu in a cold tone: "Give me the address."
One minute later.
Gu Qingwu turned around and found that when He Suichen passed by the counter, he was very interested in the colorful condoms on the counter. Seeing that she had finished her call, he turned his head and stared at her. In public, he deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Which one do you like, the fruity or the floral?"
He had used up all the six packs in his suit trouser pockets last night, so he had to restock them in advance.
Gu Qingwu was not affected by Gu Wenhan. She opened her beautiful black eyes and carefully selected the items. Before it was her turn to pay, she quietly replied, "Fruit ones, I guess."
He Suichen smiled and stretched out his slender jade-like hand to pick up two boxes of apple-flavored drinks from the counter.
Gu Qingwu's slender and cool fingers quietly grasped his wrist, and asked curiously, "Why don't you buy the strawberry flavor?"
He Suichen slowly and unhurriedly popularized her blind spots in sexual knowledge: "Strawberry flavor can easily cause an allergic reaction in your spouse."
Gu Qingwu learned his lesson, let go of his wrist, and moved half a step to the side.
Ten minutes later, it was finally their turn in the checkout queue. He Suichen paid with his card without changing his expression. On a whim, he picked up another mango flavored one and calmly placed it on the counter to pay.
Gu Qingwu's ears, which were hidden in her hair, turned red. When she turned her head, she met the eyes of the girl with shoulder-length hair again.
The other person winked at her and made a zipper-like gesture to close his mouth, silently hinting: "You and your boyfriend went to the supermarket and bought three boxes of condoms, one with apple flavor and the other with mango flavor... I won't tell anyone."
Gu Qingwu took a deep breath and felt an urge from the bottom of her heart to ask He Sui Chen to return the thing to the supermarket.
But it was too late. After paying the bill, He Sui Chen calmly hid the three boxes in his pockets, then took her hand and squeezed her palm intimately.
The clear eyes reflected her delicate face, and she whispered, "I'll give you chicken soup again tonight, ok?"
The author has something to say: Gu Qingwu: “What a fucking chicken soup.”
See you at 11:30~