He leaned over and looked directly at her red lips, his eyes very hot: "Mrs. Fu, does your original voice sound like a spoiled brat?"
Gu Beisheng's breath froze, and it was not these words that made him blush, but the sound of Mrs. Fu's voice.
and his fiery gaze.
It seemed like it was melting her.
Isn't this just asking whether she will act like a spoiled child for him?
"I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll go and get busy first."
After saying that, Gu Beisheng turned around and walked upstairs, fearing that he would be a step too late.
Fu Xizhou looked at her fleeing back, his eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously drew a shallow arc, and the look in his eyes became deeper and deeper.
In the dark pupils, there was a ray of light, like a flame on the vast grassland of stars.
After a while, it returned to normal.
He took a deep breath and walked out.
"Second Young Master." A soft and sweet voice called her.
Fu Xizhou turned around and saw Wen Wanwan walking towards her with a shy look on her face.
Wen Wanwan dressed up specially today, put on beautiful makeup and red lips for the evening, and she looked exquisite and good-looking.
However, compared with Gu Beisheng, he is still more than a little inferior.
Fu Xizhou frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"
Wen Wanwan approached her and took out the things hidden behind her back.
It is a light blue lucky bag, which looks quite delicate. It exudes a light fragrance, like the smell of mint leaves.
Wen Wanwan's cheeks turned red and she said shyly: "Second Young Master, I made this with my own hands. I put it in front of the Buddha and smoked it with sandalwood for three days. It can keep you safe."
After saying that, her heart beat faster and faster, and her cheeks turned redder.
Fu Xizhou didn't answer, his eyebrows were as noble as the wind, but his voice was as cold as frost: "Aren't you afraid of dirtying the Buddha's eyes?"
Wen Wanwan was stunned for a moment, her rosy cheeks turned white instantly, she looked at him inexplicably, and blinked, looking a little aggrieved.
"Second Young Master, I..."
Fu Xizhou interrupted her, his tone a bit impatient: "Do you think this lucky bag looks good?"
Wen Wanwan held the lucky bag and didn't know how to answer. Her hands were intertwined. There were needle holes on her fingers. They were accidentally pricked while making the lucky bag.
Fu Xizhou noticed her hands, and there was no warmth in his eyes: "If this behavior happens again, get out."
At this time, Wen Wanwan became a little anxious and said aggrievedly: "I just want to do something for you, I have no other intention."
Fu Xizhou looked at her and was able to keep her in Nan'an because he was indebted to Wen Susu.
This doesn't mean that he can tolerate her wishful thinking.
"Second Young Master, if you don't like the lucky bag, I'll do it next time..."
Fu Xizhou completely lost his patience, frowned, and said in a sarcastic voice: "You can ask me more frankly if you can take the place of the Second Young Madam."
Wen Wanwan looked at him in shock, not expecting that he had understood her thoughts and said it so straightforwardly.
I panicked all of a sudden, but still had a trace of fantasy in my heart: "I...I..."
Fu Xizhou interrupted her coldly: "Do you think the Second Young Madam can be replaced by just anyone?"
Listening to his sarcastic voice, Wen Wanwan's heart felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.
"For the sake of your dead sister, I will give you one last chance. Next time, get out of Nan'anju!"
Fu Xizhou's voice was as cold as a hellish Shura. After speaking, he passed her directly without looking at her and strode away.
Five years ago, he found the woman he spent the night with and found Wen Susu, Wen Wanwan's sister.
He didn't know what Wen Susu was like during her lifetime, but the two sisters grew up in the same family and had the same thoughts in their bones.
Suddenly, he didn't believe that Wen Susu was the girl he had been looking for.
Wen Wanwan looked at his back, her eyes full of greed and infatuation, but she didn't dare to do it again.
He clenched his hands tightly and refused to admit defeat.
As early as five years ago, when he came to his home, she fell in love with him the first time she saw him.
She could feel that he was sad and devastated when his sister died in childbirth.
She didn't know what the dispute was between her sister and him, but she only heard about it from his bodyguard Shi Qing.
My sister seemed to be the woman who spent the night with him during the Mid-Autumn Festival night when he was unconscious.
That's why he came here.
At that time, she vowed to grow up quickly and become a gentle woman, a woman worthy of him.
In place of his sister, she protects him by his side.
Heal him.
Unexpectedly, she tried hard to be herself, but in the end it was a step too late.
I first received a call from Shi Qing, asking her to come over to work.
She thought the opportunity had come.
But he never thought that Fu Xizhou already had a wife.
But, how could he do this?
My sister even risked her life in order to give birth to his child.
How could he just change it?
He also married another woman.
Thinking of this, she felt very unwilling.
At this time, Gu Beisheng came down again.
Wen Wanwan gathered her emotions and saw something for making a lucky bag in her hand.
He was slightly startled, as if he thought of something, and clenched his hands tightly.
Gu Beisheng saw that her expression was extremely bad, but she was still the mistress of the family, so he expressed a faint concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wen Wanwan shook her head: "I'm fine, I just have a little headache. Are you making a lucky bag?"
"Um."
She took the silk and needlework she mainly used to the temple to pray for blessings and imbue herself with the fairy spirit before doing it.
This is more sincere.
"Young Madam, you are such a kind person. No wonder the Second Young Master likes you so much."
Gu Beisheng: "...???"
She was a little confused when she was handed a good guy card out of nowhere.
Fu Xizhou likes her?
Gu Beisheng couldn't help but laugh himself.
Fu Xizhou's attitude towards her was that he could kill her with a knife.
Like a ghost!
Gu Beisheng said perfunctorily: "If you have a headache, go to the pharmacy to get some medicine. I'll go out first."
After saying that, he stopped looking at her, turned around and walked out.
Wen Wanwan looked at her back and breathed heavily.
The Second Young Master must have known before that Gu Beisheng would make a lucky bag for him, so he didn't accept it from her.
He lowered his head, looked at the crumpled lucky bag, and frowned tightly.
The next moment, he threw the lucky bag into the trash can.
Senyin Temple.
Gu Beisheng went straight to the inner hall and placed the wrapped silk array under the Buddha's knees.
Then he knelt down on the futon and prayed for the daughter of the Lu family.
In fact, in her opinion, death is like a lamp going out.
Praying for the dead is just to make the living feel at ease.
This is a spiritual culture.
Over time, I developed this belief.
In this world, not everyone has a past life and a present life.
This life is short, everyone should cherish the present moment.
Therefore, she has to live a good life for herself.
"Professor Gu!"
At this time, a girl's clear voice sounded from behind.
Gu Beisheng turned around and saw that it was Lu Jiuqi, and smiled softly: "Jiuqi."
"Professor Gu, I didn't expect that you also believe in Buddha."
Gu Beisheng smiled softly: "Just call me by my name."
"You are older than me, shall I call you Sister Shengsheng?"
"Jiuqi, you only have one sister."
The speaker was an old man.
Lu Jiuqi quickly introduced: "Shengsheng, this is my grandma."
Also changed the title.
Gu Beisheng looked at Mrs. Lu. It could be seen from her reminder that Mrs. Lu could not let go of the death of her eldest granddaughter.
Her hair has turned white at the temples, and her eyebrows have turned completely white. She is different from Mrs. Fu's kindness and kindness.
Her aura was slightly cold and solemn, and it was obvious that she was an unsmiling old man.