Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Su Jiuyao was not angry either, she sat on the chair next to him, and joked with him, "Be careful when the wolf comes and shout too much, it won't work."

Qin Beichuan smiled and sat up straight.

"How are you doing recently? Are you still used to living in Gu's family?"

Su Jiuyao thought of being hugged and kissed by Gu Hanye in the morning, did she get used to it?

I don't know if I adapt to life or not. Anyway, I seem to be used to Gu Hanye's hooliganism.

Thinking of this, Su Jiuyao sighed.

"He bullied you?"

Su Jiuyao shook her head: "No."

She knew Qin Beichuan's character, if he knew that Gu Hanye always took advantage of her from time to time, Qin Beichuan might go directly to Gu Hanye to settle the score.

"By the way, show me this dress, can it be repaired?" Su Jiuyao took out the skirt and handed it to Qin Beichuan, changing the subject by the way.

Qin Beichuan only took one look and recognized which master's work it was.

Putting the price aside, of course Gu Hanye can afford it, but this skirt is a custom-made dress, and every stitch and thread is done by the designer himself. There are only one or two pieces per season. How many people want to buy it? arrive.

In this way, Gu Hanye's intentions for Su Jiuyao can already be seen through this skirt.

"Can it be repaired?" Su Jiuyao looked at him anxiously, "I heard it's quite expensive, it would be a pity if I just put it away and didn't wear it."

Qin Beichuan smiled slightly: "It can be repaired, but it's a little troublesome, let me go first, and I'll send it to you when it's repaired."

Su Jiuyao was very happy when she heard that it could be repaired, so she kept the skirt.

After that, she checked Qin Beichuan's pulse and made sure that he was fine, so she felt relieved.

Qin Beichuan played her a newly learned piece, and the two chatted for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, Su Jiuyao decided to go back.

Qin Beichuan also stood up: "It's getting dark, I'll drive you off."

"No, it's very close."

But Qin Beichuan insisted on sending it off, but Su Jiuyao couldn't resist, so she said that you should take a walk with me and go back.

So the two walked home.

"What are your plans for the next six months?" Qin Beichuan walked around to the side of the road, protecting Su Jiuyao inside.

"I plan to go to Haida Conservatory of Music to learn classical guitar, and I have asked Gu Hanye to help me complete the formalities."

"Say it earlier, I can teach you. I dare not call it a professional performer, but it is definitely more than enough to teach you."

"I mainly want to study in a university major, and take some other classes by the way, and—" Su Jiuyao said with a smile, "You are a busy person, how can you take care of me."

"If the young master teaches you, you will definitely not refuse."

Qin Beichuan's sudden words made Su Jiuyao's heart stop.

She gave a bleak smile and didn't answer Qin Beichuan's words.

Qin Beichuan opened his mouth, and when the words came to his lips, he finally smiled and changed the subject.

"You said you would divorce him in half a year, are you sure? What are your plans after the divorce?"

Su Jiuyao smiled confidently: "You don't believe in my medical skills?"

"I believe it, because I am afraid that you are too simple and will be deceived."

What kind of man is Gu Hanye, would he make deals with people casually, and make fun of marriage matters?

From Qin Beichuan's point of view, Jiuyao's thinking is too simple.

"After the divorce, I will be free. As a woman who was abandoned by Gu Hanye, my parents will not be of much use to me. At that time, I will continue to return to Mingchan Temple to run my small clinic."

Then wait for the young master to come back.

Qin Beichuan sighed secretly, hoping that Gu Hanye would let you leave smoothly.

But seeing her looking forward to the future, he didn't express his worries, but said: "I don't think your parents will let you go easily. If they still persecute you by then, you might as well marry me."