Fu Shiqin’s phone dropped to the ground with a “thud” and he stared at the speaker like a ghost.
“Mu… Mu Weiwei?”
How did the hot-eyed monster Mu Weiwei become so beautiful and adorable?
Gu Weiwei approached him, picked up the phone, and handed it to him.
“I didn’t have time to hear you call me Dad because last time you left in a rush. Today is the day to make it up for me.”
Fu Shiqin exaggeratedly pointed to the study, saying, “My brother… My brother called me…”
He grabbed his phone and dashed into the study once he finished speaking.
Gu Weiwei turned around and went into the kitchen to look at the porridge she was making. Fu Hanzheng had previously forced her out of the Tianshui Villa. Now that he’s return, there’s no way to live here.
Fu Shiqin entered the study room in marveled at his great discovery.
“Brother, do you recognize her?”
“That’s Mu Weiwei, the one who dresses up like a monster in our house and bothers you every day.”
“So she looks beautiful even without makeup. Why had she been so self-destructive in the past? “
….
Fu Hanzheng couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Where’s the medicine?”
Fu Shiqin was full of curiosity about his brother’s thoughts and continued to ask regardless.
“Brother, are you not surprised when you see such a beautiful girl you kicked out of the house? No regrets at all?”
“I ask you, where is the medicine?”
When Fu Shiqin realized his tone was off, he quickly repressed his comments and hurried out to find Gu Weiwei, who was cooking in the kitchen.
“Is there any cold or stomach medicine in this house? The one that can be eaten after drinking wine. My brother is sick.”
“No, it’s all expired and has been thrown away.” Gu Weiwei was unconcerned.
“Then you can pour a glass of water for my brother, and I’ll go out to get medicine,” Fu Shiqin said while scratching his head.
He then went, regardless of whether or not she agreed.
Gu Weiwei looked in the direction of the study, opened the refrigerator unwillingly, and pulled out the onion, ginger, and white radish.
She cut green onions, ginger, and radishes and placed them in a pot of boiling water. After boiling it for more than 20 minutes, she put it in a bowl, took it out to the study, and knocked on the door.
When Fu Hanzheng heard a knock on the door, he was reclining against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.
“Come in.”
“After drinking this, your throat will feel better,” Gu Weiwei said as she placed the water on the table.
Fu Hanzheng opened his eyes when he heard the sound. He stared at the girl’s clear eyes for two seconds and then glanced at the steaming soup on the table.
“There’s porridge. Come out if you want to eat it.” Gu Weiwei said politely, after thinking that she lived in his place after all.
She then went out to fry two vegetarian dishes, and she was ready for dinner.
The study door opened as soon as the dishes were brought to the table, and Fu Hanzheng came out and sat down at the dining table.
Gu Weiwei: “…”
She was really just being polite, believing he wouldn’t eat the food she had prepared, yet he came to eat it.
She returned to the kitchen, filled a new bowl of porridge, and delivered it to Fu Hanzheng. After taking a seat, she explained the situation.
“Grandma Fu brought me here because it is close to the school. I’m going to start looking for a house tomorrow and will leave as soon as I find one.”
Fu Hanzheng felt a little better after drinking the bowl of hot soup that had been given to him to relieve his discomfort.
“I don’t come here very often, so you’re welcome to stay.”
“Oh.”
They both ate quietly and said nothing about what happened that night.
“What did you exchange for Mr. Ming’s paintings?” Fu Hanzheng questioned after finishing a bowl of porridge.
At first, he made numerous exchange conditions, but Ming could not give up his love and eventually told them she was the one who helped them exchange the painting.
“My grandfather bequeathed me a Go 1 book. Ming Lao already has the first half of the book and is searching for the second half.” Gu Weiwei stated this truthfully.
Ming Zongyuan is a Go player as well as a painter.
“How about that cake?”
Fu Hanzheng’s deep black eyes sharpened slightly. The cake made the Wilsons react very much.
“I found out on the Internet that Mrs. Wilson enjoys that type of cake, so I baked one and brought it along.”
Gu Weiwei bowed her head and stirred the porridge in the bowl, her scalp tingling as he locked his gaze on her.
Fu Hanzheng nodded as if he believed what she said.
“Then what do you want?”
