When Gu Qimiao walked in, Shen Yanchen in the room was bending over to put on his trousers, currently only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts.
Gu Qimiao felt a rush of heat throughout her body, her face burning hot. Seeing such a tantalizing scene so early in the morning...
After staring for several seconds, it was only when Shen Yanchen pulled up his trousers and turned around to see her that she realized what was happening. She imdiately covered her eyes with her hands and dashed out of the door.
Shen Yanchen, amused by her reaction, curled his lips slightly, picked up his shirt, and walked outside while putting it on.
Buttoning his shirt, he asked her, "Do you need sothing?"
Gu Qimiao’s face was beet-red, and she no longer dared to look directly at him, stamring, "Aunt Yang asked you to co down for breakfast."
Seeing her adorable, shy deanor, Shen Yanchen felt his gloomy mood lifting considerably.
After breakfast, he offered to give her a ride to Zihua Lane, claiming it was on his way. Once they reached the alley entrance, Gu Qimiao asked him to drop her off outside; otherwise, it would take a long ti to turn around and get out.
Even after getting out of the car, she still didn’t dare to look directly at him. Shen Yanchen watched her back, smiled, then rolled down the car window and reminded the dazed girl, "Be careful crossing the street."
She quickly glanced back at him, her face still slightly flushed, mumbled an "Oh," and hurriedly walked away from him, quickening her pace.
The school was about to start in a couple of days, so there were more people on the streets than a few days ago.
Reaching the intersection where she had the accident last ti, Gu Qimiao stood at the zebra crossing waiting for the traffic light.
As she ntally counted down the numbers, she suddenly realized, since when was there a traffic light here?
Had she not noticed it before?
When the green light appeared, Gu Qimiao stepped onto the zebra crossing. She was the only one at the entire intersection, and it seed the traffic light was working just for her.
Arriving at her workplace, she heard so people gossiping, "Why did they install a traffic light at the intersection ahead?"
"Weren’t they just fixing it a few days ago? I thought they were replacing the streetlights."
"I heard a company’s boss funded it. Now crossing the street feels much safer."
Gu Qimiao didn’t pay much attention to it, just took it as gossip.
The artwork in the gallery had all been replaced with new pieces, but the covers hadn’t been lifted yet. It was clear this exhibition was a significant event, and the entire gallery was busy preparing for it.
"Miaomiao! You’re back at work?" The speaker was a woman around thirty, a top sales consultant at the gallery.
"i Jie, you’re here so early today?"
"I’m on the early shift. Hey Miaomiao, let tell you sothing." i Jie pulled her into the studio, speaking mysteriously, "Do you know the boss is coming back tomorrow?"
"Who’s the boss?"
i Jie looked at her in surprise, "You don’t know? Didn’t you start working here because of the boss?"
"I was recomnded by a teacher."
"Then your teacher must know our boss?"
"I’m not sure about that. Is the boss really impressive?"
i Jie responded with pride, "Definitely not ordinary! Skilled in painting, has opened many gallery chains both nationally and internationally, and is a guest professor at Gao i Art College! And the most important thing is, the boss is incredibly handso and still single!"
Seeing i Jie getting more excited as she spoke, Gu Qimiao teased, "Doesn’t this an your chance has co?"
i Jie, lost in a daydream, said, "I wish."
Hearing i Jie talk so highly of the boss, Gu Qimiao, who considered herself a bit knowledgeable in the arts, asked curiously, "What’s the boss’s na?"
"I think his last na is Fang."
"Fang? My teacher’s last na is also Fang, Fang Shaobei."
"Right! That’s it! Fang Shaobei?" i Jie exclaid, looking at her in shock, "The boss... is your teacher?!"
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