Chapter 461 No Pretty Boys, Only Old Men
Fu Jiu struggled: "I bought it!"
Gu Sihan's expression brightened slightly after hearing this. He let him go and stretched out his hand, saying, "Give it to me!"
Fu Jiu looked at his arrogant expression and didn't want to give it to him, but she didn't dare not to.
She turned around sullenly and waited until Fu Jiu came over with a bag in her hand. Before she could hand it over, Gu Sihan snatched it away and said, "Let me see!"
When he opened the bag, there was a wine-red scarf inside. Gu Sihan took the scarf out and looked in the bag. It was empty!
"That's it?"
Fu Jiu looked at him and said, "What else do you want? I carefully selected this scarf!"
Gu Sihan looked at her in disbelief and asked again to confirm: "Are you sure you didn't buy anything else?"
Fu Jiu shook her head: "I only bought this, not the others!"
Gu Sihan:? ?
That shouldn't be the case. Then what's with this spending reminder on my phone? That brand was a men's clothing store. At this moment, a terrifying thought crossed Gu Sihan's mind: Fu Jiu was keeping a gigolo, and she was using his money to support him.
"Are you keeping a gigolo?"
Fu Jiu was stunned for half a second, her lips twitching slightly. She reached out and touched Gu Sihan's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"
Gu Sihan pushed her hand away impatiently. "Don't try to change the subject. Are you dissatisfied with my age and want to support someone younger?"
The girl looked at the man's frustrated look and burst out laughing: "Third Master, are you jealous?"
The man was furious and yelled, "Fu Jiu, if you dare to keep a gigolo outside, I'll beat you up!"
Fu Jiu saw Gu Sihan so furious for the first time. She reached out and stroked his fur, saying softly, "There are no gigolos, only old men!"
Gu Sihan still had a gloomy look on his face, but after hearing what Fu Jiu said, the light in his eyes softened significantly, so he had already tacitly accepted that the old man Fu Jiu was talking about was himself.
“Am I really old?”
Gu Sihan examined this issue seriously.
Fu Jiu reached out and pinched his face, then thought for a moment, "Old!"
How can I not be old? I am almost ten years older than him.
If it were in the past, Fu Jiu would never have dared to pinch his face, but seeing Gu Sihan's angry look just now, Fu Jiu thought this old man was quite cute.
She really loves it.
"Are you sure you only have old men?"
Fu Jiu nodded: "Confirmed and certain!"
The girl's words completely calmed his fur. Gu Sihan pulled her into his arms, leaned over to Fu Jiu's ear and gently bit her earlobe: "I'll let you go this time!"
Fu Jiu's scalp tingled at the old man's sudden action. She pushed Gu Sihan away and pouted, "I'm going to go paint. I'll hand it in tomorrow!"
She felt that if she didn't leave, she really wouldn't be able to leave. After all, with such beauty in front of her, the old man's methods of seducing her were becoming more and more sophisticated.
Fu Jiu came to the balcony and quickly took out her cell phone to call Song Shuran, but the phone was turned off. She couldn't help but worry about her current situation.
She picked up the paintbrush, but she had no thoughts at all, especially the heavy pain in her lower abdomen made it impossible for her to concentrate. So she simply dropped the paintbrush, took off her apron, and fell asleep on the bed.
In the evening, Aunt Xie prepared dinner and went upstairs to the study to call Gu Sihan. She was stunned when she saw a conspicuous red scarf around Gu Sihan's neck.
"Third Master, is dinner ready?"
"Has she gone down?"
"I haven't called the young lady yet, so I came to call you first."
"I understand. I'll go call her for dinner!" He has been painting for several hours and still hasn't said a word. I don't know how the painting is going!
Gu Sihan went to the bedroom and pushed the door open. To his surprise, the lights were off. He turned them on and saw Fu Jiu sleeping on the bed. Gu Sihan walked towards the bed lovingly and glanced at the somewhat messy balcony.
"Why did you go to bed and sleep? Are you sleepy?"
As he was talking, he sat by the bed and saw that Fu Jiu didn't look very well, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
"Stomachache!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Jiu felt as if her entire body had been lifted off the ground. It was as if a flood had been opened somewhere. Fu Jiu felt a little leaky and quickly said, "Don't... don't touch me!"
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