Sheng Jianan finished editing the text ssage and sent it, then looked at the person in front of him with disgust: "Why haven’t you left yet?"
Gu Han turned over and sat on the table, wailing loudly: "How could you be like this? I ca to see you out of the goodness of my heart, and you’re actually hoping I’d leave?"
Sheng Jianan leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled slightly: "It seems like school has already started in the United Kingdom, right? Young Master Gu has been skipping for so long without being caught? I guess I need to question their managent."
"You..."
Gu Han jumped off the table, took a few steps to Sheng Jianan: "Bro, I’ve noticed ever since you got married, you’ve beco more and more ruthless with your words. You can leave soone speechless in minutes."
Gu Han was hopping mad, but saw a gleam in Sheng Jianan’s eyes, and he raised an eyebrow smugly: "Really?"
"Really, even truer than pearls."
Young Master Sheng had a smug grin on his face: "Hmm... I learned it from her, when the wife sings, the husband follows."
Gu Han: "..."
Can I go outside and puke?
As an eighteen-year-old who considers himself not yet corrupted by society, Gu Han decided to drop the topic. If this went on, he would either die from frustration or embarrassnt.
Only bad people bully singles; when I go back to London, the first thing I’ll do is find a girlfriend!
What’s so great about having a wife? What’s so great about having a spouse? If Mr. Gu wants to find a girlfriend, he can have a bunch of them easily!
Sheng Jianan, seeing Gu Han’s face turn red with anger, felt delighted. He glanced at his phone again, but Tang Yanqi hadn’t replied yet, so he simply turned up the volu and stuffed it into his pocket: "Going to the old house for dinner, want to co?"
"Sure, sure, sure, it’s been a while since I had your family’s chef’s cooking."
The chef at Sheng Family’s old house is a world-class chef brought in from all over the world. Whatever flavor you want, be it Western, Chinese, Japanese, or Korean, you can find it there. Michelin stars pale in comparison; this is not sothing just anyone can enjoy.
Gu Han started walking out, then heard Sheng Jianan say lightly: "I’m inviting you to dinner, yet you want to feast on the chef. Little Star, your tastes are getting bolder."
Gu Han stopped in his tracks, back facing Sheng Jianan, hands clenched into fists, shoulders twitching. He suddenly turned around, glaring at Sheng Jianan: "Shut up! Don’t call Little Star."
Sheng Jianan was already striding in front of Gu Han, playfully whistling: "Let’s go, Little Star."
Gu Han: "!!!"
Gu Han’s real na is Gu Han Xing, and his nickna was Little Star. But ever since he beca sensible, he changed it, finding it too feminine. Quite a few people know his nickna, but now, the only one who would dare to tease him with it is Young Master Sheng.
Gu Han followed with a face full of resentnt, swinging his little fist countless tis in Sheng Jianan’s direction behind his back, but in the end, he backed down.
When it cos to fighting, he can’t win.
In the elevator, Gu Han suddenly thought of sothing, sneakily took out his phone, found Tang Yanqi’s number noted down from her birthday, and while gritting his teeth, started typing: [Sister-in-law, big bro is bullying , bullying , bullying . Can you help teach him a lesson? Damaging the precious flowers of the nation isn’t good. I’m so handso and pure; if I get hurt, it’s a huge loss for the nation’s floral beauty.]
Sent...
Gu Han quietly put his phone away, looking much better.
However, he hadn’t been happy for three seconds before Sheng Jianan’s ghostly voice ca: "How do you have her number?"
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