She stood there, her hands nervously entwined, her hair a bit disheveled, dark circles under her eyes, her lips so dry they were white, having spent the whole night translating these corporate docunts that were still sowhat unfamiliar to her. Actually, she had already done quite well.
Mu Shuoqian quietly sighed, not having the heart to berate her anymore. After all, she was just a little girl with no real-world experience, never having done a day’s work, much less talked about experience. Weren’t his expectations for her a bit too high?
"Give the materials," Mu Shuoqian extended his hand.
Gu Qili quickly shook her head, stepping back two paces: "I can finish it soon, just give a little more ti."
"No need to finish it," he frowned displeasedly. Was she so afraid that Chen Yishu would be unlucky? To not sleep all night for his sake, preferring to wear herself out to this extent, has their relationship really gotten to this point?
Gu Qili refused to leave, still begging with her eyes in silence.
Mu Shuoqian, irritated by her gaze, said, "I can let the Chen Family off the hook."
Gu Qili’s eyes imdiately lit up.
"However, I have one condition."
She feared exactly this kind of exasperation.
Last ti when he lent her twenty thousand yuan, he imposed a condition, which resulted in her living here and facing his icy deanor.
The conditions he could set generally made her quite frustrated.
He changed his course halfway again, causing the matters on the other end to also be put on hold.
"?" Gu Qili pointed at herself, unbelieving. "What can I do there?"
"The docunts you translated last night are for this business trip. Your duty is to be my French translator," he glanced at his watch, "Go make breakfast."
"So, you’ve been planning to take along with you from the start and these docunts weren’t that urgent to begin with, right?" Gu Qili gritted her teeth.
"If you absolutely have to think of it that way, there’s nothing I can do," his tone was indifferent as he lifted the corner of his mouth, disregarding her dissatisfaction.
He knew full well she couldn’t translate those docunts in just one night; he was simply punishing her on purpose.
If that’s the case, he should have just said outright that he wanted her to accompany him.
Gu Qili was about to go insane, the old fox’s sches were too wicked.
Mu Shuoqian prepared to head to the study, and Gu Qili suddenly stopped him: "I have another question."
He paused in his steps, and scoffed: "Want to ask how I got out of the room?"
Gu Qili chuckled awkwardly and scratched her head.
"Next ti you lock the door, make sure to check if there’s soone actually inside."
"You didn’t sleep in the bedroom last night?" She looked at him in surprise.
"Soone else was working until two in the morning, not just you."
The sound of the door closing ca, and Gu Qili pursed her lips, obediently taking out the keys to open his bedroom door.
Kobe said, have you seen what Los Angeles looks like at four in the morning? Likewise, Mu Shuoqian’s success is because he’s experienced the dawn of this city more than many others.
In the morning class, Gu Qili kept yawning, and Mickey poked her twice with the tip of her pen: "Didn’t you get a good sleep last night?"
"Didn’t sleep at all," she laid her head down on the desk, her eyelids fighting each other. If she had a pillow, she could sleep until darkness fell.
"What did you do to stay up all night?" Mickey fished a can of coffee out of her bag and handed it over, "Have a drink to wake your brain up."
"Don’t want to drink," Gu Qili closed her eyes, unable to focus on a single word the professor was saying.
"Oh right, aren’t they recruiting at our school? I heard that Mr. Mu is coming to inspect today," Mickey suggested enthusiastically, "Why don’t you seize the opportunity to make an acquaintance? Maybe it will give you a green light when you apply."
Mr. Mu? Mu Shuoqian?
Why has he been running over here every three days lately?
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