Lu Qi'er's eyes lit up and she sashayed up to him and threw several amorous glances at him, her voice breathless and seductive. "Mohan."
She wanted to sit on his firm thighs and leaned towards him.
But just as she was about to sit on his lap, Gu Mohan leaned back, and Lu Qi'er fell right onto the carpet.
The atmosphere was filled with awkwardness, Lu Qi'er felt as though her butt had split into two halves and she instantly lifted her eyes to look pitifully at Gu Mohan.
Gu Mohan gave her a cold-eyed stare, it was not only condescending, but also filled with more than a little disdain.
Lu Qi'er's stomach tightened, she didn't know why, but as the wedding date approached, she had an ominous feeling that something was going to happen.
A melodious ringtone broke through the silence, Gu Mohan's phone was ringing.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a look at his cell phone screen.
Jun Chulin?
