IPVS Chapter 38.1

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yicheng opened the car window, leaned one hand on the window frame, and recalled what the child had just said.

What did this Director He mean? They had already finished work, but why was he still chatting with Mo Sui?

He quickly opened the browser and searched for He Qisheng’s information.

He Qisheng was 33 years old this year, and his resume was very impressive.

The first movie he directed was already a box office dark horse, and every movie he directed afterward performed steadily and won many awards.

He had also been on the red carpet, and his rough and unkempt appearance was also a favorite of a large number of netizens.

Young people screamed for his talent and imagined a love-hate entanglement between a great director and a female star in the comment area.

However, for so many years, He Qisheng had never had a scandal with any female star. It was said that it was because his temper was so bad that female stars were afraid of him, scared to death.

But, Mo Sui was definitely not afraid of him.

Having known her for so many years, Gu Yicheng dared to conclude that his wife had never been afraid of anyone.

This was a difficult situation.

His slender fingers slid across the screen of the mobile phone, all the way down.

He Qisheng had no fans, but he was very popular with passers-by. The praises of netizens for him were almost the same.

Gu Yicheng became a little impatient and closed the page.

Who wanted to see these rainbow farts?

After pondering for a moment, he held his mobile phone with both hands and searched for the issues that he really cared about.

On the search page, one word after another popped up, forming a sentence.

Was He Qisheng married?

After the search results came out, Gu Yicheng’s mood collapsed.

Unmarried.

This was even more difficult.

The car was very quiet, and after a while, the phone notification sounded again.

It was a picture sent by An An.

When he saw the notification, Gu Yicheng felt a little comforted.

His little spy was indeed reliable. She said that she would send a photo of her mother in a cheongsam, and she really sent it.

When she clicked on the picture, it was indeed Mo Sui.

She played the role of a rich girl in the Republic of China, with wavy hair and pearl earrings. She was half leaning on a retro tiger chair, fiddling with the radio with her slender fingers, looking nonchalant.

The dark green velvet slim-fit cheongsam had a slit design, revealing her fair and slender calves. Her posture was elegant and charming as if she walked out of a picture magazine, so beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He had to admit that his little spy was really reliable.

If it weren’t for her, he would definitely know nothing about Mo Sui’s situation on the set.

Gu Yicheng stared at the photo and looked at it several times. At this moment, the phone notification sound rang again.

It was another photo.

An An was really a caring little cotton-padded jacket for her father. Knowing that he couldn’t see enough, she sent another one.

Gu Yicheng opened it expectantly, his fingers froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth also froze for a moment.

On the screen was a photo of An An wearing a cheongsam.

The little dumpling was originally chubby, and after going home with them during this period, she ate better and her belly was bulging.

Maybe the person taking the photo of her told her to hold her belly in, so she held her belly. Her face turned red, but she still couldn’t hold her belly in.

However, this delicate and exquisite appearance really did look like a little girl from the Republic of China.

Gu Yicheng laughed and sent a voice message to An An: “So beautiful.”

 

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Translator’s Comment:

Mo Sui, someone does not believe in your loyalty, haha…

Mo Sui: Divorce!

Gu Yicheng: Wife, I am wrong!!!

 

 

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