Yang Furong looked up at him, not noticing that she was wearing a bathrobe while Gu Qingcheng had on a very loose sleep robe. The belt of the robe was loosely tied around his waist, revealing half of his well-defined chest muscles. She swallowed hard and said: "Mr. Gu, I don't want a one-night stand. If possible, can you like me first before we go to bed?"

  This should be an almost unreasonable request for Gu Qingcheng.

  Gu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, his brow slightly arched, "And then?"

  "Now then," Yang Xiao said with a slight lowering of her eyelids, "I can compensate you in other ways."

  "Oh?"

  Gu Qingcheng originally just said it casually, without any particular interest. Now hearing Yang Fu Xiao say this, his sleepiness reduced a bit, and he was actually very interested in listening.

  He leaned back against the door frame, his arms crossed, "What other way?"

  Yang Mu Xiao lifted her eyelids again, meeting Gu Qing Cheng's gaze, and said: "I majored in Hotel Management in college, I received the national scholarship twice, assisted in organizing the Olympic hotel allocation, after graduation I want to enter Ya Huan, I think I can handle it."

  "Aren't you interning at Ya Wan right now?"

  "No," Yang Xiao shook his head, "what I'm saying is not being a waiter, what I'm saying is management, now give me one..."

  "Give you a fulcrum and you can move the earth?" Gu Qingcheng hummed, "In that case, it's not uncommon to hear from some young people who have just graduated from university."

  "I'm not like that!"

  "How is it?"

  Gu Qingcheng smiled and suddenly took a step forward, Yang Fuxiao retreated two steps back, leaning against the railing, although her heart was already racing like a drum, she pursed her lips, which were somewhat pale.

  "Is it just because you have a 1.3 billion yuan engagement on your body?"

  Yang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

  As expected, Gu Qingcheng knew.

  Even if Gu Qingcheng didn't intentionally investigate her, with the photos exposed in the news yesterday, not only Gu Qingcheng but also the Shen family must have known about it. If Yang Fuxiao wasn't mistaken, the Shen family would come to find her soon. Therefore, before that happens, she had to find someone she could rely on.

  She wants to divorce and must have the capital for divorce.

  Gu Qingcheng leaned on the railing beside Yang Fuxiao with one arm, looking at the changing expressions on Yang Fuxiao's face, and suddenly leaned in close, his breath brushing against her cheek.

  Yang brushed off the dawn, avoiding eye contact with Gu Qingcheng, and said quickly: "I didn't mean to fly high, I still have a lot of things I don't understand, they're just theoretical, need practice, I'm willing to learn, I'm willing to suffer, as long as you can give me an opportunity..."

  She forced herself to treat the man in front of her as a complete stranger, completely ignoring his identical face with Xu Mochen.

  Gu Qingcheng lowered his head and looked at Yang Fu's chattering lips, secretly laughing to himself. He leaned in, his single hand already clasped around her waist.

  "Wait..." Yang dodged to one side, "Sir, I'll work for you, trust me, I have the ability...hmm."

  Under the sudden shock, Gu Qingcheng had already kissed her lips.

  Yang Furong's eyes widened, staring at the pair of dark pupils close to her, and felt that Gu Qingcheng's palm on her waist was scorching hot, as if it would burn through the thin layer of fabric.

  He pried open her teeth, and there was a sweet and fruity aroma.

  Yang Mu Xiao was shocked and her tense hands had already grabbed onto Gu Qing Cheng's bathrobe, but she was pressed against the railing behind her, her body completely without support.

  Gu Qingcheng smiled lightly and stood up, moving away, "I don't like noisy women."

  Yang's breathing was completely disordered, panting heavily, his originally pale face and lips were red as if they could drip blood, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

  Gu Qingcheng raised his hand and covered Yang Fuxiao's eyes. Yang Fuxiao's lips felt a chill, and there was warm breathing by her ear.

  "Remember, close your eyes next time."

  Hearing the sudden loud noise from the front door, Yang Xiao supported herself on the railing behind her and found that her back was already drenched in sweat.

  Is this already passed?

  Yang Mo Xiao stroked her chest, only to find that her bathrobe had somehow completely loosened, revealing a plump shoulder and clearly visible fullness without wearing underwear.

  She rubbed her forehead and almost bit her own tongue.

  Go to sleep first, no matter what happens, wake up tomorrow and see the result.

  Back in her room, Yang Xiao's phone rang, she ran over to look at it, and saw an unfamiliar number.

  Yang Fuxiao wrinkled her brow and answered the phone.

  "Hello."

  "I am Shen Jun, the steward of the Shen residence."

  Yang Xiao held her phone, her palm slightly sweaty, and barely managed to squeeze out a syllable from her throat, "Uh-huh."

  I knew this call would come, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

  In the past three years, Yang Wu's contact with the Shen family was basically all through Yang Tongliang and Song Tianjiao. She had been living in school dormitories and only occasionally returned to the Yang residence, without even having a key to the house until she started her internship at Ya Wan, which is relatively close to the Yang residence, when Yang Tongliang asked Wang Ayi to make her a set of keys.

  This time, however, Shen Guan's family directly contacted Yang Dugu Xiang, and she didn't know whether it was Yang Wenguang's intention or the meaning of the Shen family.

  She only knew that after answering the phone, Shen Guan's family said on the phone: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will pick up Miss Yang to take measurements. The wedding dress designer has arrived."