Mr. Gu's heart loves her since ancient times

Chapter 27 Who Made You Angry
When Qiao Yunshu came back from get off work, she was surprised to find that Mr. Gu didn't work overtime. Seeing that everyone was there, she simply said hello and ordered a takeaway.

After a while, Mingxiangju's set meal was delivered. It included five meat and five vegetables with two soups. The ingredients were fresh, the presentation was nice and not greasy.

Gu Yan adhered to the habit of saying nothing while eating and sleeping, and ate quietly with his eyes lowered.

The strange atmosphere made the three women unable to eat. Only Chu Liulian commented from time to time that this dish was not hot enough and that one needed improvement.

The dishes were all delicious and delicacies, but they tasted like nothing in Chu Yin's mouth. She had something on her mind and lost her appetite after eating a few mouthfuls. After the meal, she sat with everyone for a while before going upstairs.

After closing the door, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the unfinished embroidery pattern, and began to embroider stitch by stitch, her mind was so chaotic that she had no clue.

The next second, his fingertips hurt, and dark red blood seeped out. Chu Yin frowned, held the wound in his mouth, his eyes were blank, and he let out a long sigh, suddenly thinking about nothing. Done.

Gradually, familiar footsteps came from the spiral staircase outside the door. Chu Yin quickly stood up, walked to the door with small steps, and leaned on the door panel to listen.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they had obviously reached the second floor. They paused, then moved away in the opposite direction.

After just doing this and that with her in the afternoon, he actually went to Miss Qiao's room. Miss Min just now couldn't take away Miss Qiao's favor. Miss Qiao really has the means...

Chu Yin beat his stiff shoulders, took his bathrobe and walked to the bathroom, planning to take a quick bath and forget the unhappiness in his heart.

Dong-dong-dong, three regular sounds came from the door panel.

Chu Yin couldn't help but arched his eyebrows, hurriedly ran over, opened the door, and the smile froze on his face.

Min Chunhe stood outside the door, raising a faint smile, his dark and bright eyes full of friendly smiles.

"Sister Chu Yin, can I come in?"

Chu Yin was startled, then turned sideways to let her in, pulled out a chair and asked her to sit down, then picked up the teapot from the small table and poured her a cup of tea.

"Miss Min, what do you want from me?"

"Sister Chu Yin, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Chun He."

The bedroom was filled with an unknown flower fragrance, which smelled very pleasant, and the furniture style was simple, but Min Chunhe's eyes lit up when he saw the colorful tents hanging above the big bed.

"What a beautiful curtain, Sister Chuyin, did you make this yourself?"

Chu Yin nodded slightly, sat down opposite her, straightened his back, and asked politely: "Is there something wrong with Miss Min?"

There was a faint sense of alienation on her body, which was easily captured sensitively by Min Chunhe.

Min Chunhe smiled slightly, took out the pink mobile phone from his pocket, put it on the coffee table, and gently pushed it forward.

"This style is not suitable for me, so I sent it to you specially."

Just when Chu Yin was about to refuse, her hand was grabbed by her. Min Chunhe put the phone in her hand, closed her fingers together, and shook it, with a smile without any grudge on his face.

"Sister Chu Yin, you are so good-looking. No wonder Brother Yan likes you so much."

This is true. Just now downstairs, Min Chunhe noticed that Gu Yan would look for Chu Yin among the crowd from time to time. Although it was just a quick glance and then taken back, to him, this woman was special.

Chu Yin was stunned. He didn't expect that she would make her words so clear and straightforward, as if she didn't care that Lang Jun was looking at other women.

"you……"

"Sister Chu Yin, don't get me wrong. The Gu family is kind to me, and brother Yan treats me as his sister. He is just my brother, nothing more."

Min Chunhe put his hands on the chair, shook his calves, and winked at Chu Yin with a playful look on his face:

"So I'm not worthy of using this couple's phone. Hahaha, I'll leave it to you." "It's not suitable. If you give it to me, you won't be able to use it."

Min Chunhe smiled nonchalantly and took out another mobile phone from his pocket. This one's case was more severely worn and not as beautiful as the other one. It had obviously been used for some years.

However, she cherished it and opened the screen. Her fingertips subconsciously rubbed the screen saver, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her look like a red star moving, Chu Yin didn't understand anything and glanced at the little man painted on the screen saver.

The little boy has golden hair, is arrogant and messy, and has a cute expression. You can tell who he is at a glance.

Chu Yin completely let down his guard and asked for instructions on how to use the phone seriously. Min Chunhe was stunned for a second, and then patiently explained it to her.

She thought that she was from a mountainous area like herself, and it was normal for her not to know how to use a mobile phone, but she gradually discovered that she didn't even know some Chinese characters.

Can't read?Did she drop out of school early?
Chu Yin listened carefully, but found that the other party had quieted down, and his big black and white eyes blinked, looking at her with a hint of doubt and curiosity.

"You...you can't read?"

Hearing this, Chu Yin smiled generously, felt relieved, and repeated the words he had said to Qiao Yunshu to her unchanged.

Unsurprisingly, Min Chunhe misunderstood deeply, his eyes gradually became moist, and there was a bit of sympathy for each other on his face.

She held Chu Yin's hand tightly, and her voice was slightly choked: "Sister Chu Yin, if you have anything you don't understand in the future, just ask me, I'm free."

Chu Yin smiled and nodded, feeling suddenly blessed. She pursed her lips and asked softly: "Miss Qiao, she and your brother..."

Min Chunhe hesitated to speak. She knew what she was asking. Secretary Qiao had been with brother Yan for so long, so Bao Buqi also had thoughts about him.

But she had no right to interfere in his private life, and it was not convenient for her to express her opinion. Thinking this, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Chu Yin was observing the subtle expressions on her face, seeing what she didn't understand?
She secretly smiled bitterly in her heart. She had misunderstood Chunhe, but Miss Qiao was a sure thing. She clearly heard it through the door that day, so what else could she expect...

When the air was quiet, Min Chunhe couldn't wait for long. As soon as he stood up, his hand was pulled, the pink mobile phone was stuffed back again, and the soft voice of a little woman came to his ears:

"Chunhe, I accept your kindness. This is a gift from your husband. You must not give it away at will. Remember."

Min Chunhe was startled and took it back, feeling that he couldn't help but look down upon her.

After sending Min Chunhe away, Chu Yin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling refreshed all over.

It turned out that she was not the husband's woman but his sister. She entered the bathroom humming a tune under her breath, took off her clothes halfway, and there was another knock on the bedroom door.

Glancing at the old mobile phone on the coffee table, Chu Yin realized that he had left something behind.

However, when she turned the door handle, her expression froze again, and it was Gu Yan standing outside the door.

In the shadow, the man was tall and tall, his black eyes looking at her quietly, with a faint smile.

He had just gone to Miss Qiao's room, but he came to look for her again. How could Mr. Lang be so affectionate...

Thinking this way, Chu Yin felt a little uncomfortable and reluctantly turned sideways to let him in. He didn't even take a shower anymore. He gathered his clothes and sat aside to embroider.

Seeing this, Gu Yan pulled a chair and sat down, raised a teacup with his fingertips, and poured himself a glass of water.

Halfway through the drink, he realized that the little woman did not come over to rub his shoulders, pat his back, or fan him as warmly as usual. Gu Yan raised his eyelids and said casually:

"Who made you angry?"

　Hostess: You
　　
　
(End of this chapter)