After Gu Beisheng hung up the phone, he picked up the lucky bag again and embroidered on it.
Suddenly I remembered that Fu Xizhou liked sandalwood. In fact, it would not be bad to put sandalwood in the lucky bag.
She will make this lucky bag very beautiful.
a week later.
Miss Lu's birthday has arrived.
During breakfast, only Gu Beisheng and the old lady were there.
Mrs. Fu asked: "Where is Xizhou?"
Gu Beisheng replied: "I went out with Shi Qing early in the morning. I don't know when I will come back."
Mrs. Fu nodded and asked with concern: "Shengsheng, that boy from Xizhou didn't bully you, did he?"
"No." Gu Beisheng shook his head.
It helped her a lot.
Madam Fu felt relieved and asked: "Is the lucky bag ready?"
Gu Beisheng nodded: "I put it in the room."
"After dinner, please accompany me to the Lu family's house and deliver the lucky bag. Mrs. Lu still wanted to thank you in person for what happened last time."
Gu Beisheng did not refuse: "Okay."
After the meal, Gu Beisheng went to the room to get the lucky bag.
When I opened the door, I found that the lucky bag on the coffee table was missing.
She frowned. She remembered clearly that she put it on the coffee table before going down to eat.
I looked under the sofa cushions again, but still couldn't find it.
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Gu Beisheng was stunned for a moment and saw Fu Xizhou wearing a brown bathrobe.
The belt is tied loosely.
The water droplets on the tip of the hair dripped from the forehead one by one, passed through the sexy Adam's apple, slid over the collarbone, all the way down, and sank into the waist.
This style of painting is breathtakingly sexy.
As a matter of fact, he has a noble face and is so handsome that he cannot be compared to the world.
The coldness in his bones makes him visually sexy, ascetic, and a bit arrogant.
She felt her eyes were hot and subconsciously looked away.
In order to avoid embarrassment, I asked: "When did you come back?"
Fu Xizhou wiped his hair with a towel, glanced at her casually, and then replied: "Just arrived."
Gu Beisheng nodded and continued to look for the lucky bag.
Seeing that she was a little anxious, Fu Xizhou frowned slightly: "What are you looking for?"
Gu Beisheng looked back at him and asked, "Have you seen a gray lucky bag with blue edges?"
Fu Xizhou paused, put down his hand, frowned slightly, and said very naturally: "I have already taken it."
Gu Beisheng: "???"
Got it?
already?
She directly stretched out her hand and asked him: "Give it back to me."
Fu Xizhou's always calm and indifferent face was slightly startled, and after a while he said in a low voice: "It smells like sandalwood."
Gu Beisheng stared into his deep eyes for a moment and raised his eyebrows coldly: "So this is the reason why you took other people's belongings without their permission?"
Fu Xizhou: "..."
Isn't that for him?
Gu Beisheng reminded again: "Return it to me quickly, don't miss the auspicious day of memorial service."
"A memorial?"
"Today is the birthday of the eldest lady of the Lu family. Grandma asked me to make her this blessing bag to hang in front of her urn." Gu Beisheng explained patiently.
Fu Xizhou: "..."
He stiffened for a moment, but still said: "..."
Without waiting for any further urging, Gu Beisheng took out a box from the closet, opened the lock, took out the lucky bag and returned it to her.
Gu Beisheng remembered that this box had three locks on it, and she guessed that the box must contain his most cherished items.
So, what was he doing in the blessing bag she sewed for the dead?
"Don't want it?" Fu Xizhou's eyebrows were a little unhappy and he said, "I'll throw it away."
Gu Beisheng quickly took it over.
He asked tentatively: "Second Young Master, do you like this lucky bag?"