Chapter 79 Greed
Finally, when it was late at night and the drizzle had stopped, a bright moon broke through the clouds, shining through the curtains and filling the room with light.
Han leaned against the head of the bed, breathing slightly. She was loosely wrapped in a thin silk quilt, half covered, with her legs stretched out of the bed, her beauty suddenly exposed. She had her head half lowered, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After taking a shower, Gu Ningwei came out of the bathroom wearing a silk bathrobe with wet hair. He walked over, leaned over and leaned beside her. He reached out to lift her chin and stared at her with squinted eyes.
I saw that her face was still flushed, her eyes were watery, she was panting slightly, and there were beads of sweat on her face. I couldn't help but feel itchy in my heart, and I leaned over to kiss her.
Han pushed his hand away and grumbled incoherently, "I'm tired, don't move."
Gu Ningwei chuckled, but stopped moving. He tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen on her shoulders, twisting it around his fingers, and said, "Go wash it."
Han's eyelids didn't move. "I don't want to move."
"Shall I carry you to take a shower?" Gu Ningwei grinned.
"I don't want to..." Han was so frightened that he gathered the quilt to cover his half-naked chest and shook his head. "Thank you, I don't want it anymore..."
Just now, Gu Ningwei carried her to take a shower, but he couldn't hold it in anymore, and the two of them had another fierce battle in the bathroom, flooding the place.
Seeing her panic, Gu Ningwei raised the corner of his mouth, laughed loudly, and kissed her white shoulder lightly: "You need to exercise, otherwise how can you bear my unsatisfied desire..."
He exerted a little force, trying to pull her closer, but Han hissed and said coquettishly, "Oh, it hurts."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Gu Ningwei quickly loosened his fingers and stroked her hair again. "I mean, you need to exercise. Although you look beautiful when you're delicate and frail, what can you do if you don't have a good physique? How can you..."
"What does it have to do with me in the future?" Han snorted softly, pulling out the hair he was holding. "When the time comes, there will naturally be others who can serve you and take over your unsatisfied desires and let you enjoy it to your heart's content."
"No one else." Gu Ningwei frowned slightly, but still smiled and said, "I have you, so why do I need anyone else?"
"Who would believe that..." Han said as he was about to get out of bed, but he staggered and almost fell.
Gu Ningwei held him up, frowning, "What do you mean by that?"
"What do you think?" Han stood firm, glanced at him and asked back.
"I don't know what you mean." Gu Ningwei's face darkened slightly, and he complained slightly: "You were fine just now, why are you unhappy just now?"
"That's just my temper. If I'm unhappy, then I'm unhappy." Han pushed him away coldly.
Gu Ningwei was silent for a moment, then smiled again: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I didn't serve you well. Is it okay if it's my fault?" He swallowed his unhappiness and pulled her wrist with a flattering look, "How do you want me to apologize? I'll do it."
Han, however, turned his back to him and said, "Will you do whatever I ask of you?"
"Yeah, I always listen to you." Gu Ningwei said with a smile, pulling her, trying to bring her back to his side, but Han didn't move.
"You really know how to coax women." Han said sarcastically, "It's no wonder that women keep falling in love with you."
"When did I coax you?" Gu Ningwei felt aggrieved. He stared at her again, his dark eyes rippling with an ambiguous smile. "I gave myself to you, and you still think it's not enough. Look how passionate we were just now. I'm about to empty myself. Wait a minute, let me rest. We can still continue. Baby, I will definitely satisfy you..." As he spoke, he tried to pull her closer.
"Alright." Han interrupted his nonsense with a slightly red face, saying bitterly, "You only know how to say these dirty words..."
"Then what do you want me to talk about?" Gu Ningwei smiled. "Talk about work? Didn't we already talk about it at dinner? What else can we talk about in bed if not dirty talk?"
Han turned his head away and looked down at her condescendingly.
Gu Ningwei frowned at her expression, pondered for a moment, turned around, looked up at her from below, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you? What did I do to offend you again?"
Han bit his lip and didn't speak for a long time.
Gu Ningwei shook her wrist and said coquettishly, half-jokingly, "Oh, my darling, don't be angry. Just make your request and I will give you whatever you want."
Han paused, then sneered, "What you can give me is just money."
After saying that, she shook her hands and went to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water was heard.
Gu Ningwei put away the smile on his face, sat tiredly on the edge of the bed, rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, and closed his eyes.
After a while, the cell phone on the bedside table vibrated. He picked it up, took a look, frowned, and answered the call.
Han went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror. The blush had faded, and he looked a little pale. His pupils were dark and misty, and he was full of worries.
She stared for a long time, stretched out her finger, pointed at herself in the mirror, and muttered to herself: "What are you thinking? Wishful thinking."
The person in the mirror looked at herself helplessly. She felt blocked in the heart and her eyes were sore. She sighed silently, stepped into the shower room, turned on the shower head, and the water poured down, hitting her skin heavily.
Han Qu closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
When she came out after washing up, Gu Ningwei had already changed into a clean shirt and suit pants, holding his phone in his hand, as if he was about to go out. When he saw Han Que, he said, "I'm going out for a while, you rest first."
Han frowned: "It's so late, where are you going?"
Gu Ningwei looked into her eyes, hesitated for ten seconds, and then whispered, "He Lian was rushed to the hospital after attempting suicide. I'll go check it out..."
"He Lian?" Han was shocked: "Suicide? Why?"
"They say a reporter wants to see her tonight..." Gu Ningwei shook his head. "We're not sure about the situation yet."
"Which reporter?" Han was shocked and moved his lips but said nothing.
Gu Ningwei frowned and looked at her: "You know?"
Han shook her head. "How would I know that?" She lowered her head to cover up and quickly changed the subject. "I'm saying that if you showed up at the hospital so late at night and were photographed by reporters, it would be a hot topic again."
Gu Ningwei saw the sneer on her lips and instantly understood her thoughts. He smiled wryly and said soothingly, "Don't think too much. I'm just going to check what's going on. It'll be fine."
"What's wrong with you? It's not you who wants to commit suicide." Han snorted.
"Okay, then I'll go." Gu Ningwei didn't bother to explain too much to her. He opened the door and went to the living room, and changed his shoes at the entrance.
Han, however, wiped his hair with a towel and said, "I'm going back too. I won't stay here with you anymore."
Gu Ningwei was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and hurriedly pushed the door open and went out.
The door slammed shut, Han Que's body stiffened, and he threw the towel in his hand to the ground dejectedly.
Fang Jiayan came back from her night shift, took a shower, took a box of ice cream from the refrigerator, and started eating it at the table while watching a short drama on her phone.
Fang Jiayan told Han Que that she didn't know how many brain cells had died from working every day. It was a rare opportunity for her to have some free time, so she liked to watch this kind of brainless and crazy short drama so that she could have a good rest.
Han said, "I'm too busy to watch this kind of drama."
Fang Jiayan couldn't help but retort, "Who else is like you? You're the heroine of a skit, playing out the drama of an infatuated man and a resentful woman with that overbearing boss, Gu Ningwei?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Han's half-smile, then regretted it and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you."
Han took a long time to say, "It is indeed a resentful woman."
Seeing that Han Que was often absent-minded, Fang Jiayan privately thought that ordinary people having love relationships also had their advantages. Although it was not as romantic, it was not as hurtful either.
She has been working the night shift this week and finally made it to the weekend. She will take over her shift next week and can sleep in well tomorrow morning.
She hasn't seen Yuan Hao for more than half a month, but both of them are very busy. When it comes to dating, she and Yuan Hao seem to be in a long-distance relationship and they can't see each other for ten days or half a month.
Either she has to be on duty, work overtime, or write a paper, or Yuanhao has to entertain clients and deal with their various difficult and complicated problems. July is almost here, and he has to complete the "double half" task and is in a sprint.
In the short play, the boss and the heroine were provoked by the villain to have a misunderstanding and threatened to sever their relationship. Fang Jiayan scolded the hero while watching, "Idiot, you can't even see this. You really don't have enough brains. How can you possibly manage a family fortune worth hundreds of billions..."
As she was cursing, she suddenly heard rustling noises at the door. She looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was already midnight. She couldn't help but clench her fists and tense up.
She deliberately turned up the volume of her cell phone to make a noise, put down the ice cream box, took a mop from the balcony, held it in her hand, tiptoed to the door, and leaned over the peephole, ready to look out.
She had just moved forward and hadn't seen clearly outside when she suddenly heard the door lock click and the door was pushed open. Fang Jiayan took a few steps back, swung the mop stick and wanted to hit it.
He raised the stick halfway when he suddenly froze and stared at the person opposite him.
The heroine in the skit burst into heartbreaking sobs, "...Please, let me go. I never want to see you again. You've broken my heart!"
Fang Jiayan: “…”
Han Que and Fang Jiayan stared at each other for a long time. Han Que recovered first, patted his chest, and growled, "Fang Jiayan, what are you doing? You scared me so much in the middle of the night."
Fang Jiayan also calmed down. She threw down the mop stick and yelled, "You're the one who scared me to death. You were so quiet and rustling around, and you didn't even tell me you were back."
Han then glanced at her and asked, "Are you home alone?"
Fang Jiayan nodded.
Then he thought, "Hey, didn't you text me saying you weren't coming back? Why are you back all of a sudden? It's the middle of the night, what's going on?"
Han didn't say anything. She walked around Fang Jiayan, went to the sofa, threw down the bag in her hand, lay down on the sofa, and listlessly put her legs on the coffee table, without saying a word.
Fang Jiayan glanced at her, walked over, and asked, "Did you have a fight?"
Han shook his head.
Fang Jiayan glanced at her. No quarrel? No way.
She returned the mop stick to the balcony and returned to the dining table to continue eating ice cream and watching skits.
Although the boss misunderstood the heroine, he was reluctant to let her go. He said domineeringly: "Want to leave? It's not that easy. Since you are my woman, don't even think about getting rid of me in this life. Even if I go to hell, I will drag you with me..."
"Please." Han kicked the coffee table and complained with a frown, "Fang Jiayan, please turn down the volume on your phone. It's killing me. What's so interesting about this crappy, melodramatic drama? It's full of people who escaped from a mental hospital."
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