Tsk tsk, unable to recognize what brand it was, Gu Xiaoer very naturally pulled out a stack of red bills and handed them to the waiter, then put them back into Han Luoli's wallet just as they were.
Just as she was about to reach out her hand, it was caught by the man.
Gu Xiaoer was startled, her little face instantly flushed red, and her hand retracted back as if it had been electrocuted.
Ah, her bestie was still here!
With a hooked lip and a thick smile, President Han, the crazed wife-watcher, watched on.
Gu Xiaoer: ... Bully!
Ai Le, on the other hand, tried her best to make herself inconspicuous, indicating that she didn't understand anything.
After the three had finished eating, Han Luoli was very gentlemanly and drove Ai Le home.
Watching the luxury car, so flashy even a blind person could spot it, speed away, Ai Le shook her head in distress. What kind of man had Immortal Hu Da found exactly?
The more she thought about it, the more it didn't seem right. She had to clear up this man's identity this time; otherwise, she didn't feel at ease entrusting her best friend to this man. Although, he did seem to really take good care of her.
In regards to this, Ai Le reckoned that relying on Gu Xiaoer's investigative skills, it would probably take ages to figure out his identity, and it was very possible that she'd get scammed and still obediently count the money for him.
But who to ask for more information? She suddenly remembered the ruffian-looking man they had met at the KTV—they seemed to know each other...
The Lamborghini was parked downstairs.
Han Luoli didn't wait for Gu Xiaoer to unbuckle her seatbelt; his large palm pressed down on the buckle, trapping her inside, unable to move.
Gu Xiaoer muttered, "Let me go. It's just your wallet that I touched, sorry!"
Dare to do it again next time.
Han Luoli shook his head; this girl was truly unaware of her own charm.
"You little troublemaker!" The man leaned over, and on Gu Xiaoer's fair neck, he bit gently, restraining himself, "Let's talk about it when we get home!"
They arrived home, entered the room.
Gu Xiaoer pursed her lips and said no more, behaving very discreetly.
Everything was ready, and the expectation in the man's deep eyes turned silent, dangerous, and finally, his cool breath whispered, "You..."
Gu Xiaoer, seeing him so elegantly frustrated, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so she could only whisper softly, "My period came, it's not like I did it on purpose…"
"Why didn't it follow the schedule?" He had clearly been counting the days.
Gu Xiaoer was also helplessly frowning: "My period, it completely goes by its own mood…"
President Han was very dissatisfied, silently vowing to himself that he must find the best traditional Chinese medicine doctor to regulate Gu Xiaoer's body, so that from now on, her cycle would become regular every month!