A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 23 How much did you drink

Gu Qili finished his resume, pressed save on the upper left corner, stretched himself, it was already 11:30.

In this application, she is not sure about the position of French translation.

Holding the resume in his hands, Gu Qili wondered if he should go to Mu Shuoqian to have a look. After all, the French translation is directly under the president's office, and he knows better than anyone else what requirements there are.

But after thinking about it, he gave up on his own initiative. If he thought she was trying to find him through the back door, he would inevitably mock her at that time.

Putting the resume away, Gu Qili began to review the vocabulary. The exam is coming tomorrow. She is actually very nervous. Even if she is well prepared, her palms will still sweat.

At twelve o'clock, she was a little sleepy. After washing, she lifted the quilt and got in to get a good sleep and prepare for the exam tomorrow with all her heart.

As soon as she lay down, she heard the door opening outside, and she knew that it was Mu Shuoqian who had returned.

After listening for a while, I only heard the sound of the door opening but not the sound of closing the door.

She was suddenly a little scared, if it was Mu Shuoqian, he wouldn't have kept the door closed, Gu Qili was startled, no sleepiness at all.

She sat up and groped around the bedside for a while, but couldn't find anything to defend herself. Finally, she picked up the desk lamp on one side. If there was a thief, she would swing it at his head and run again.

Gu Qili pushed open the door cautiously, the living room was so dark that nothing could be seen, the door was still open, and there was faint wind blowing.

There was a figure standing at the door, whose height was quite different from Mu Shuoqian's.

The man stood there motionless, as if he was exploring the terrain here.

Gu Qili gritted his teeth bravely, clenched the lamp in his hand, stooped, and approached step by step.

In fact, after thinking about it later, she also felt that she was quite reckless. If the other party was really a thief, she should first call the police for help, and then lock herself in the room instead of rushing out to a duel with the other party. With weapons, wouldn't she suffer in vain?
Fortunately, when Gu Qili raised the desk lamp, the light in the living room was turned on.

Mu Shuoqian looked at her, she looked at Mu Shuoqian, the two of them stared at each other and stopped.

Mu Shuoqian's arms were resting on the shoe cabinet, and his waist was half bent, making him look a lot shorter, while Gu Qili stood up straight, holding a lamp high in his hand, like the Statue of Liberty picture.

Mu Shuoqian looked at her silently.

Gu Qili stood there in embarrassment for a long while, then put the desk lamp neatly on the shoe cabinet, and said very far-fetchedly: "I think this desk lamp is quite suitable here, what do you think?"

Mu Shuoqian didn't speak, his eyes were a little wandering, and his eyes were rather loose.

Gu Qili smelled a strong smell of alcohol, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed twice: "How much did you drink?"

It felt like it was fished out of a wine tank.

He still didn't respond, just straightened his waist, and he suddenly stood up straight, the height gap widened again, and a strong sense of oppression enveloped him again.

Gu Qili shook his head, turned around as if talking to himself: "You have a bad stomach, why don't you drink less, really, I'll make you hangover soup..."

A handsome face suddenly lowered, and the beautiful but thin lips approached unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)