Realizing this, the man sitting dejectedly on the bed suddenly jumped up, leaped off the bed, and rushed to the bedroom.
It was like he was fully revived.
With the fastest speed, he washed up, took a shower, brushed his teeth, styled his hair, and shaved. In just twenty minutes, he transford himself into a clean and refreshed man.
Walking out of the bathroom, there was a set of his own clothes laid out in the bedroom, including apparel, sunglasses, and a pendant.
Tick tock!
Twenty-eight minutes and thirty-six seconds!
The man standing in front of Gu Shaocheng was wearing an exceptionally flashy white suit. This was how Hua Hua was—most people couldn’t pull off white. If you’re a bit shorter or less attractive, it’s simply horrendous. But on him, paired with that seductive, flawless face, with sunglasses hanging from the collar, he was impeccably perfect from head to toe. Adding his spirited and flamboyant manner at the mont, even a casual stance made the secretary carrying in the food unable to take her eyes off him.
The only thing less perfect was his complexion; his beautiful peach blossom eyes were sowhat puffy, and his face was a bit pale because he hadn’t slept well!
"Have sothing to eat."
Gu Shaocheng sat with an arrogant posture, embedded in the sofa, his fingers tapping on the table, knocking twice.
A long cigarette was sandwiched in his hand, and the white smoke turned into cute little circles, slowly swirling upwards.
Hua Hua walked over with tentative steps, giggling, and sat across from him, tearing open the wrapper of the disposable chopsticks. After thinking for a mont, he slightly moved his eyebrows, "Bro, do you really still recognize ?"
"What do you think?"
Hua Hua didn’t respond, just started eating heartily. He had been depressed for four days, living the past days worse than death, sitting on the terrace every night drinking, several tis feeling that living was worse than dying, like the end of the world.
Halfway through eating, he felt it was unreal again, nervously raising his head, looking over, "Really?"
Gu Shaocheng didn’t respond, got up, poured a cup of warm water, placed it on the table, and said, "Eat slowly."
"Isn’t today the day of the fashion show? You’ve been busy preparing for the past few days, preparing for so long, and now you plan to give up in the end?"
"Huh?" Hua Hua looked bewildered and dazed.
Gu Shaocheng squinted, glanced faintly, and then drew his gaze back, asking leisurely, "Your assistant has been calling you like crazy, no one answered. The little girl was about to cry and finally called , asking to ask you if you’re still going to participate in the fashion show."
"Not participating." No interest in it!
"Oh?" Gu Shaocheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the ti again, "I’ve already had your assistant gather the models and take your work over ahead of ti. There’s still forty minutes; you’re not participating? Going to give up halfway?"
Hua Hua pressed his lips together, "I’m not in the mood."
The next second, Gu Shaocheng stood up, shook his clothes, then took his car keys and turned around.
"Bro, where are you going?" Hua Hua asked urgently.
Gu Shaocheng didn’t turn back, taking large strides toward the door, saying, "To clean up your ss."
"..."
"The hard-designed works, previously vowed to win this fashion show, yet now ignoring it, losing your face doesn’t matter, but everyone knows you’re my brother, Gu Shaocheng. Losing my face too, that I cannot allow!" Gu Shaocheng said casually, but in the next mont, Hua Hua stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and chased after him like flying, asking while chasing, "Bro, wait for !"
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