Chapter 83 His Intentions
Su Jiuyao widened her eyes in horror, and because she was wearing little at the moment, she could clearly feel Gu Hanye's hot and hard body.
She immediately pushed his chest hard, but when that didn't work, she bit his lip.
Gu Hanye felt a tingling sensation at the corner of his lips. Although he wanted to continue, he also knew when to stop. He let go of her and said with a smile, "This is a thank you gift."
Su Jiuyao's face flushed red, and she didn't know what to do with this scoundrel in anger, so she turned around and ran out of the study.
Looking at her running out with her skirt fluttering, Gu Hanye couldn't help but laugh. It took a long time for the anger in his body to go out.
After leaving the study, Su Jiuyao couldn't calm down for a long time.
Her mind was full of his kisses, and her whole body was filled with his scent. This disturbed feeling made her feel strange and uneasy.
It wasn't until her cell phone rang that she was pulled back from her thoughts.
Seeing that it was Qin Beichuan calling, he answered with a smile, "Why did you get up so early today?"
Because according to his daily habits, he should be sleeping in now.
"Someone told me to go to bed early and get up early, how dare I disobey?" Qin Beichuan joked.
"But what's wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?"
Su Jiuyao felt that his voice seemed a little hoarse and he seemed uncomfortable.
"I have a slight fever," Qin Beichuan said, and a dry cough came from the other end of the phone. "Yaoyao, do you think my illness has relapsed?"
Su Jiuyao felt that a relapse was unlikely. If she had a cold, she could go to the hospital.
"I only trust you now. Are you free to come over today? I'll treat you to a meal."
Su Jiuyao smiled helplessly and said, "Send me your address and I'll come find you. By the way, I have a piece of clothing that I'd like you to help me repair."
The clothes that Ye Feifei damaged a while ago were so expensive that Su Jiuyao felt very distressed.
If the hole is not repaired, it will get bigger and bigger, and eventually it will be impossible to wear, and she herself is not good at sewing.
After receiving Qin Beichuan's call, Su Jiuyao realized that as a great designer, Qin Beichuan, sewing is the most basic skill, why not ask him for help?
Although it was a bit of a waste of his talent to ask a great designer to mend her clothes, there were times when he asked her to see a doctor just because of a minor cold, so there was no need for them to be so polite to each other.
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Hearing his brisk tone and high-pitched voice, completely devoid of the weak and sickly tone just now, Su Jiuyao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you really not feeling well, or are you just lying to me?"
"It's really uncomfortable, really uncomfortable." Qin Beichuan also replied with a smile.
The two then ended the call.
Soon, Qin Beichuan's address was sent to Su Jiuyao's mobile phone.
I took a look at the address and it seems to be quite close to here. If I take a taxi, it will only take about ten minutes to get there.
So Su Jiuyao took the skirt and went out.
Twenty minutes later, Su Jiuyao arrived outside the villa.
Su Jiuyao looked at the house and couldn't help but smile. It really matched Qin Beichuan's taste.
He likes places with water, so one-third of the villa is built on the lake, and the first floor has large glass floor-to-ceiling windows. When the sun shines, the lake light is reflected on the glass, making the whole house bright and eye-catching.
Along the pier, Su Jiuyao saw a handsome man sitting in a rattan chair basking in the sun.
He was wearing a lake blue shirt and white casual pants, with a magazine spread across his knees. His long legs were casually draped over his footstools, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
She walked to the man's side and said with a smile: "Don't you have a fever? Why are you still sleeping outside?"
Qin Beichuan opened his eyes and smiled at her, "Haven't you already exposed me? I had a fever just to trick you into coming here."
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