393: I Have A Wife, But I Have To Squeeze In The Study With Her Older Brother

I Have A Wife, But I Have To Squeeze In The Study With Her Older Brother

Gu Jinlin had to see her for himself before he could set his mind at ease, so he insisted on looking at her.1

Mo Beihan did not stop him. He gently opened the room door. Gu Jinlin poked his head in and saw that Gu Qingyao was lying in bed, covered with a thin blanket. She was fast asleep.

Her eyes were tightly shut and she was tidily dressed. Gu Jinlin stopped worrying and came out.

Mo Beihan gently closed the door and took a towel to dry his hair.

Gu Jinlin sat on the sofa.

"What's the matter with Yao Yao? Why is she sleeping at this time?"

Mo Beihan hesitated before saying, "I said something to her just now and she cried for a long time. She…"

"Did you scold her?" Before Mo Beihan could even finish, Gu Jinlin had already lost his temper.

It would not do to offend this older brother who doted on his younger sister, so Mo Beihan hurried to explain, "No, no, I was just telling her about the Zhang family incident that happened recently. I told her that in the future, the Zhang family won't be a threat anymore. She was so happy that she cried!

"Perhaps she's been under too much pressure lately. Both you and Third Uncle successively lost your jobs, and I still did not return. Then disaster befell the Ji family. She was too anxious. Now that the matter is settled, she suddenly released her tension. She's exhausted. So after crying awhile, she just fell asleep!"

Gu Jinlin frowned. "This incident is not her fault. This girl is just too mature!"

Mo Beihan glanced at him. He had to admit that Yao Yao's older brothers were really good to her.

"But ultimately, the situation arose because of her. She wanted to help your family and also have fun in the town. She did not expect to meet such an unfortunate incident, which caused you to lose your jobs. It's no wonder that she was guilt-ridden."

Gu Jinlin leaned back on the sofa. "I would rather go home and farm than allow my younger sister to be harassed by that scum."

Mo Beihan smiled. "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't allow anything to happen to her."

Gu Jinlin frowned. What he said was true.

But why did he feel like punching Mo Beihan?

Gu Jinlin remained silent.

Mo Beihan glanced at him. "You… aren't you going home to sleep?"

Gu Jinlin's expression darkened. "Yao Yao is still here. It won't be appropriate for me to go home."

Mo Beihan frowned. "You want to stay here?"

Gu Jinlin raised his chin and said rather proudly, "What's the matter? Can't I stay?"

Mo Beihan: "…"

He was so proud of being a third wheel he just could not take a hint.

"Of course you can! Why not? There's a bed in the study and the toilet is over there. Go and wash up before bed!"

Mo Beihan had no choice but to agree.

He got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Gu Jinlin grabbed him. "Where are you going?"

Mo Beihan wanted to roll his eyes. "To the bedroom to get a blanket so I can sleep in the living room."

Gu Jinlin immediately said, "What living room? Isn't there a bed in the study? We can squeeze in there together. I'll go and wash."

What a joke. Let you sleep in the living room? What if you sneak into Yao Yao's room when I'm asleep in the middle of the night? What then?

Mo Beihan: "…"

Wow!

His wife was right here but he could not hug her. Instead, he had to share a small bed with a smelly man?

But since Gu Jinlin insisted on keeping an eye on him, Mo Beihan had no choice but to share a bed with Gu Jinlin.

The bed in the study was rather small. It was only 1.2 meters wide and it was a rather tight fit for two large men.

Meanwhile, Gu Qingyao was sound asleep and she slept until 3 am.

She had fallen asleep around 6 pm the previous evening, so by the time she woke up at 3 am, she had slept enough.

When she opened her eyes, it was pitch dark. She turned on the bedside lamp and realized she was sleeping in Mo Beihan's house. She looked at her watch and realized it was 3 am.

But there was no sign of Mo Beihan in the room.

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