At the same moment, Nan Baihao next to him had a sullen face. He decided that he would have to serve her until she cried and begged to stop him every night in the future, so that he could go to rest. Otherwise, would she still carry him to such a place?
Luxury car accelerates.
"Brother, are you just letting it go?"
Gu Shaocheng's fingers were tapping his thigh rhythmically, his face was extremely gloomy: "Go back first, it took me too long to come out."
Leaving all the guests at home and only being greeted by Ruqing is obviously too rude and not the way to treat guests.
It was already half past ten in the evening, and groups of guests were sent away by Gu Shaocheng. He stood at the gate, looking at the dark night: "Chenxing hasn't gone home yet?"
The butler stood behind Gu Shaocheng and served carefully: "Sir, it's not there yet."
He snorted coldly, is this a sign that he doesn't dare to go home?
Are you still afraid?
He thought that she had been so pampered by him these past few days that she dared to do anything and make any mistakes, and she didn't take him seriously at all.
"Send a few people out to look for it! Bring it back to me immediately!"
At ten fifty-nine, Gu's house, which was always brightly lit, was so dark tonight that I couldn't even see my fingers.
The car stopped at the door of the main building in the inner courtyard. Chenxing got out of the car and stood at the door, his heart pounding, feeling unusually uneasy: Why is it so dark tonight? Is there a power outage?
With timid steps, she walked silently into the living room.
He reached out to turn on the switch, changed into his slippers, carried two bags of shopping trophies, walked silently to the bedroom, pushed open the bedroom door, and just pressed the light switch, there was a sudden sound of a lighter igniting.
The ding sound was particularly loud in the quiet bedroom.
Chenxing jumped up in fright, and his heart trembled slightly.
Gu Shaocheng lay lazily on the sofa, with an expressionless face. He held a cigarette in his mouth and took two puffs. A wisp of white smoke rose slowly. The eyes behind the smoke were locked on her.
As if he had locked onto his prey, he squinted his eyes slightly, and an absolutely condensed aura lingered around him.
Chenxing unconsciously took two steps back, as if she had a consciousness in her heart that staying away from him would be safer. A woman's sixth sense told her that getting close to him now would never bring good results.
Chenxing was carrying the bag and didn't know how to move her hands.
The voice was deliberately soft, cooing, with a hint of delicacy, and even stuttered, but it sounded nondescript.
Gu Shaocheng didn't speak, looked at her with a cold face, and didn't speak.
He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to speak for a while.
He had the expression of someone who had done something wrong and was facing his parents. His hands were stiff and drooping, and he was holding a bag in his hand. He had practiced his speech all afternoon, but when he got in front of him, he couldn't use it at all.