"Is it because Mr. Zhuang is very afraid of won chasing after him?"
Zhuang Haoran glanced back, and seeing her slightly squinted eyes, which were full of playfulness, couldn’t help but be captivated. Her nature seed sowhat indifferent and cool, but occasionally such subtle expressions, undeniable, added a glamorous hue to her clear beauty, like a rainbow firmly grabbing one’s gaze.
"Yes—" Zhuang Haoran secretly changed his tone, not daring to look into her eyes, only feeling his face burning up under her gaze.
Few people knew, no, almost no one knew his skin was very thin, had been that way since he was young. He was the type who easily felt shy and intimidated, especially around won he liked. For this reason, despite his wealth, he disliked exposure in the dia, hesitated to interact with people, and preferred being alone.
"That version of the story, it’s actually true," Zhuang Haoran said, "But it wasn’t , it was my older brother."
"Oh—" Gu Nuan said, with the look of realization, "It really doesn’t matter, Mr. Zhuang. You don’t need to tell the truth. I’m just your investnt advisor."
"No." Zhuang Haoran shook his head, "I don’t want to deceive you. Actually, I had intended to tell you everything when we t before—"
"Tell her what, what are you telling her?"
An unexpected voice interrupted Zhuang Haoran abruptly.
Gu Nuan almost held her head.
This Yebai, just like Sherlock Hols, could sll sothing amiss from so far away and imdiately run over here.
Xiao Yebai stood just a step away from them, arms crossed, looking at Zhuang Haoran with slanted eyes full of a devilish charm.
In this mont, Yebai was like a dog whose master was about to be taken away, angry, enraged, but not wanting his master to see these emotions, he could only show proud eyes, challenging the usurper.
Zhuang Haoran seed a bit startled, his gaze falling upon Xiao Yebai’s overly handso face, perhaps never expecting to encounter such a person.
Gu Nuan coughed lightly, introducing the two n to each other, "This is my husband, Mr. Xiao. — This is Mr. Zhuang, a friend of my professor from school."
Her husband? That ans they’re married?
Zhuang Haoran’s shocked expression was written on his face. Clearly, he had not heard this news. It went without saying, as Gu Nuan’s marriage news hadn’t even reached Qiu Sangu’s ears.
But Yebai suddenly beca furious. The expression on this man’s face was too obvious, wasn’t it? If he didn’t have designs on his wife, why would he look so regretful and pained when he heard she was married?
Just like a dog snatching back its owner, Yebai swiftly wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist, effectively declaring to the other man: No chance!
Zhuang Haoran’s face imdiately turned a shade of green, and it was apparent he had never been in such an embarrassing situation.
Gu Nuan had no choice but to pinch Yebai’s arm and said to Zhuang Haoran, "Mr. Zhuang, let’s do this. If there’s anything, we’ll be in touch."
"Alright." Zhuang Haoran nodded, his expression quickly reverting to the usual calm and composed deanor.
Yebai glared forcefully at her face: What did she say? She’s still going to be in contact with this man?
Turning around, Gu Nuan led Yebai away from this contentious spot.
Back at their own seat, Gu Jinrong began to lecture the youngster, "He’s my client. I can’t just marry you and not have even a tiny bit of personal life. Right?"
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