Huahua did a simple thing like being a company quite smoothly. She made an appointment with a group of friends to play together, and the time passed quickly. After returning to the villa in the evening, he walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower and scratched the new ones with his hands.
hairstyle, and brushed the water droplets on the tip of her nose with her fingertips.
The doorbell rang from downstairs.
Huahua was wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door, and was somewhat surprised to see his brother standing against the wall.
He let someone come in sideways, took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, returned to the living room, and threw one to Gu Shaocheng. He went upstairs to find a coat, put it on and walked down, "Brother, what's the matter?"
"……without."
Gu Shaocheng looked around the empty room and thought to himself that it was indeed very deserted. No wonder he said he was lonely, but shouldn't it be a common thing for men to get used to being lonely? He usually didn't pay attention, even at this moment
I noticed it and thought it was nothing. This is a process that a man must go through.
"Just tell me if you have something. You're not here to ask me about Brother Ling, are you? He was having a great time. I just sent him to the hotel an hour ago. Don't worry, brother, I won't neglect the guests.
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"Um."
Huahua touched the tip of her nose, sat next to Gu Shaocheng, crossed her legs comfortably, leaned over and touched the remote control on the low table, turned on the TV, switched to the sports channel, and casually put the remote control back on the low table.
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Then he unscrewed the can, touched it with Gu Shaocheng from a distance, raised his head and took a few sips.
"Brother, are your feet feeling better?"
Gu Shaocheng also took a few sips, took out a cigarette, lit it and said, "It's not a big problem."
Why is there no big problem? Huahua thought sadly: The problem is big.
"That...can be cured, right?"
Gu Shaocheng held the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, and blew out a growing smoke ring.
Huahua raised his head and took another sip of the drink. It was a bit spicy and made his tongue tremble slightly. He couldn't understand why God wanted his brother to get that disease. He would rather all the disasters were transferred from his brother's body to himself.
His brows were furrowed, "Second brother and third brother said that we need to find more doctors to conquer this terminal disease. The hope of cure is very high. Brother, is that true?"
"It should be curable. I am very lucky." Gu Shaocheng looked at Huahua, feeling extremely entangled and conflicted in his heart, "Huahua, if I send you to further your studies, are you willing to go?"
Huahua's eyes widened: "Advanced studies?"
"Well, you are still young and should practice more, what do you think?"
What's the reason for this? Huahua is not that easy to mess with! "But my clothes-making skills are already world-famous. Do I need to further my studies? Brother, do you dislike the clothes I make? They don't suit you?"
Gu Shaocheng's eyes were slightly evasive: "I'm not talking about your professionalism in clothing design, I'm talking about..."
"I'm not going!" It's definitely not a good thing!
Before he even finished speaking, Huahua categorically refused, with a bad feeling in his heart. He shook his head resolutely, with an obvious attitude: "Brother, you don't want to send me away because you are sick, do you?
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"You push my sister-in-law away and everyone can still understand it. What does it mean when you send me away? Can I still drag you down? And you just said it can be cured!"
Gu Shaocheng frowned slightly: "That's not what I meant."
Huahua's tone was harsh: "Then what do you mean? Tell me!"