The ex-wife with a high price, Gu Shao's favorite

Chapter 892

Xiang Yiqing participated in a fashion show and received unanimous praise. She also met many big names in the fashion industry.

IMAGIC company now regards Xiang Yiqing as a key target for training, as long as there is a good job, let her pick it up, and praise her very much.

Xiang Yiqing also knew clearly that the strange masked man gave her such treatment.

It's just that she is very puzzled, who is that masked man going to target?

Whoever he is, as long as he can get Han Yiren and Gu Tingsheng to divorce, she will be the one to make a profit!
Thinking of this, Xiang Yiqing was in a good mood.

But soon, she never thought that she was also a pawn of that man.

Han Yiren finished knitting the sweater, and she was going to let Gu Tingsheng try it when he came back tonight.

In the evening, when Gu Tingsheng came back, Han Yiren took out the sweater, "I finished knitting it today, try it."

"Han Yiren, how can I reward you for being so virtuous?" Gu Tingsheng put his arms around Han Yiren's shoulders.

"Then you will be good to me for the rest of your life, obey me, and never leave me. How about it? Can you do it?" Han Yiren smiled and looked up at him.

"So easy!" Gu Tingsheng kissed her and said in a low voice, "I will definitely keep the above requirements in mind!"

The corners of Han Yiren's lips were curved, and a smile stained his brows: "Can it really be done?"

"I promise." Gu Tingsheng said affectionately, he hugged Han Yiren into his arms: "Then you also promise me that you will never leave me."

He doesn't want to lose any more.

Han Yiren stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, pressed his small face against his hot chest, and nodded slightly: "Well, I promise you."

Gu Tingsheng went to change into a sweater knitted by Han Yiren. The sweater was a bit monotonous and tight.

"Eh..." Han Yiren showed a tangled look, "Is it tight?"

"It's a bit." Gu Tingsheng moved his arm, "Han Yiren, did you remember my size wrong?"

"No way." Han Yiren trotted in front of him, touched his upper body everywhere, in fact, he roughly measured it with his hands.

Gu Tingsheng was teased by her...

He stretched out his arms and hugged Han Yiren tightly.

"Gu Tingsheng, what are you doing?" She hasn't finished measuring yet!

"Han Yiren, did you do it on purpose? Take advantage of me and tease me!"

"...You think too much." She was really just measuring the size!
Gu Tingsheng smiled evilly: "Don't hide it, I understand."

Han Yiren couldn't help but rolled his eyes, trying to break free, "Let go of me first."

"If the sweater is tight, it should be tight. Don't mess around." He didn't expect her to knit well. Her hands are for painting, not for these rough jobs.

"How can we do it? After all, weaving is for you." Han Yiren gently pushed him away, "Just weaving this time, it must be better."

"Take it off, I'll change it again."

Gu Tingsheng took off the sweater directly in front of her, and Han Yiren took it.

Seeing that she cared so much, Gu Tingsheng was still secretly happy.

Han Yiren sat on the side of the bed and removed the wool again, and Gu Tingsheng sat next to her.

"You're sitting on my wool." Han Yiren pushed him.

"Han Yiren, don't be so busy, time at night is precious!!"

Han Yiren ignored it.

Gu Tingsheng deliberately sat down on the wool again and pressed down: "If it's tight, it's tight, I don't care!"

"I care." Han Yiren continued to unravel the wool with a serious expression on his hands.

"Then you are not afraid that the previous hard work will be in vain?"

Han Yiren paused, thought for a while, and asked him, "Then are you comfortable?"

Gu Tingsheng didn't answer for a while.

"If you don't feel comfortable, it means it's inappropriate. I knit sweaters to keep you warm, not to make you uncomfortable. Do you understand?" Han Yiren lowered his head and continued to unravel.

Gu Tingsheng evoked a coquettish smile, "Han Yiren, you have succeeded in making me love you even more."

He loves her the way she is now!
"Who cares about your points?" Han Yiren retorted, but the corners of his mouth could not stop smiling.

(End of this chapter)