Hua Hua brought over a Taishi chair, lounged lazily to watch the excitent, the butler brought him his third cup of coffee. Hua Hua said thank you, and as the person reporting to Gu Shaocheng finished and left, Hua Hua suddenly thought of sothing and asked Gu Shaocheng for so docunts.
Gu Shaocheng raised his head slightly, paused for a few seconds, and pointed to the bookshelf: "I think it’s on the left side, third column, fourth row, go find it yourself."
Hua Hua stood up listlessly, walked to the bookshelf, and searched for a long ti: "It’s not here."
Gu Shaocheng walked over, flipped through for a mont and found what was needed, stuffed it into his arms, and casually comnted: "What kind of eyesight do you have, having a pair of beautiful eyes for nothing."
Hua Hua was left speechless, didn’t dare to make a sound, quietly minimized his presence, and went back to the Taishi chair to slowly look through the docunts.
"Still haven’t reconciled with Ling Yin?" Gu Shaocheng observed him curiously: "If not, how about I introduce you to a few girls?"
He noticed Hua Hua seed to have nothing going on lately, always hoping to lure him back onto the right path.
Hua Hua had no interest: "Why don’t you introduce to a few n instead? They can’t be too ugly, have a good figure, skilled hands, lots of money, and willing to spend it on . Most importantly, they must love to death and can’t be fickle; if they are nice to , they need to be nice all my life."
Gu Shaocheng firmly rejected: "You better look for them yourself."
He lowered his head, glanced at a file, then suddenly looked up and asked: "What does ’skilled hands’ an?"
"Cough cough...cough cough..." Hua Hua was sipping his coffee, and upon hearing Gu Shaocheng’s question, he choked, coughing vigorously. His hand shook, spilling coffee all over the docunts. He quickly stood up, not caring about the piled papers, and while coughing, he hastily dabbed at his shirt with tissues. When he looked up to et Gu Shaocheng’s innocent gaze, his face was already flushed red, even his ears were turning red.
Seeing his abnormal flush, Gu Shaocheng guessed what was going on, his expression abruptly darkened, "Get out of my sight imdiately!"
Hua Hua innocently undid his shirt buttons: "Why, if I wasn’t bored, I wouldn’t be daydreaming in your office."
Gu Shaocheng made a fist gesture, and Hua Hua was startled into jumping up, hugging his head and scrambling away like a rat: "A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists. I’ll go find a shirt in your bedroom to borrow first."
But ten minutes later, Hua Hua returned to the study, fearlessly, trying hard to beco invisible again while looking at that pile of docunts, although they were all soaked. Hua Hua’s cleanliness compulsion acted up, disdainfully throwing the docunts into the trash. Leaning over the desk, he asked: "Brother, what was written on those docunts? Was it Ling Yin’s birth information?"
"Can’t you read it yourself?" Gu Shaocheng’s face looked unpleasant.
"They’re all dirty." That’s why he preferred to hear it from others. Hua Hua circled around the desk, went behind Gu Shaocheng, and began giving him a massage, ingratiatingly saying: "Brother, tell , what was Ling Yin like when he was a kid?"
"Haven’t you two talked about it?" Gu Shaocheng, while showing little interest, was quite satisfied with Hua Hua’s massage.
"Who cares to talk with him?"
Gu Shaocheng spoke in a low voice: "How would I know about his stuff?"
Knowing he’d know, Hua Hua said: "Didn’t you investigate it? That docunt earlier, who is Yuan Huoshan? Isn’t that related to Ling Yin?"
Gu Shaocheng put down the pen in his hand, turned his head, and said: "That was your biological father’s information, don’t you rember anything from childhood? Ling Yin hasn’t told you either?"
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