259: Chapter 259: A Man Who Works Hard is Handso 259: Chapter 259: A Man Who Works Hard is Handso “Yue Rujing told you about such a trivial matter?
He really is a gossip, even worse than won.” Gu Youyou accused while staring at the rattan chair.
The person who harbored murderous intentions towards her, Gu Youyou only wanted to slap him dead.
Unfortunately, there was no chance.
Jin Zijin raised an eyebrow, aware of the friction between Gu Youyou and Yue Rujing but not pointing it out.
If Yue Rujing promised not to harbor inappropriate thoughts towards Gu Youyou anymore, he would definitely be able to do it.
Jin Zijin was still confident about that.
Only, to make Youyou revert to her initial impression of Yue Rujing seed difficult now.
Otherwise, should he let Yue Rujing pursue Gu Youyou?
He deserved it.
Hearing her say that Yue Rujing was a gossiper, worse than won, he suddenly laughed.
He thought: Aren’t you a woman yourself?
It seems that when you gossip, you leave Yue Rujing half a street behind.
But these words he couldn’t say outright to Gu Youyou.
With Gu Youyou’s temper, she would certainly react like an angered kitten, extending her claws to scratch enough.
“So it’s a minor issue for grandma to make a fuss?
Why did I hear it beca a street brawl?
How did you handle it?”
Actually, Jin Zijin wasn’t interested in these won’s catfights, but he asked more out of casual conversation to get to know Gu Youyou better.
Gu Youyou just grumbled sothing that he barely understood.
“They are just fighting dregs in front of !”
Compared to those she faced in her previous life who smiled with hidden daggers and secretly undercut you at any mont, they were far too weak.
The term ‘fighting dregs’ was very appropriate.
Leaving Abao aside, Gu Youyou squatted down in front of Jin Zijin with a smile, seriously watching him weave the rattan chair.
It had to be said that he was a person who took his work seriously, his selection of materials very ticulous and delicate.
The chair used quite a lot of rattan, yet each strand was almost the sa in thickness, which surely took a lot of effort.
“What are you making?” Gu Youyou also chatted idly; she likewise needed to get to know Jin Zijin better.
“Making a rattan chair,” Jin Zijin answered succinctly.
“Why doesn’t it have legs?” Gu Youyou asked her doubt.
Jin Zijin smiled mysteriously and said, “You’ll understand once it’s done!”
When he smiled, it was truly good-looking, comforting to the heart.
It was probably like witnessing the lting of ice and snow, the blooming of spring flowers.
In the evening sun, Gu Youyou found herself sowhat entranced.
Jin Zijin’s hands kept moving; he was earnestly weaving the rattan chair.
A man focused on his work always had an inexplicable beauty, irresistibly attractive to won.
Whether it’s a domineering CEO reading docunts in a luxurious office or a homaking man tossing and frying in a kitchen filled with flying grease.
Or, in the fading evening sun, Jin Zijin earnestly weaving a rattan chair.
Gu Youyou rembered Shunzi once said that when Jin Zijin first arrived in Lotus Village, he was a handso youngster, and the village girls all admired him.
She wondered if he looked the sa back then.
She pictured her husband rolling up his trouser legs to dig in the fields—even if he was covered in mud on his body and face, would he still look as handso as a painting?
Perhaps it was the long silence between them, the earnestly working Jin Zijin lifted his head and looked at Gu Youyou.
She was spacing out, having squatted for quite so ti now.
Her legs must be numb by now, right?
It seed he needed to quicken his pace.
“What are you thinking about?” his lodious voice asked.
Gu Youyou was taken aback for a mont, then asked with a smile, “When you first ca to Lotus Village, did a lot of girls admire you?”
“Who told you that?”
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