He Sirui watched Gu Yikun wearing a robe, his hair still wet. Whether it was his handsome face or his vaguely visible strong chest muscles, they all exuded an alluring male hormone that made her somewhat captivated.
Why does An Junxi get to see such a President Gu every day, while she must sneak around like this.
Gu Yikun saw her remain silent, "If there's nothing else, I'll close the door."
He Sirui hurriedly said, "No, I remembered I forgot to tell you something, it's about your wife."
Gu Yikun, hearing it was about An Junxi, turned sideways, "Come in and talk."
He Sirui went in and chose a sofa to sit on. She dressed quite lightly, her strap dress revealing a body that couldn't be ignored. Given that this was a hotel room, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and any man would let his mind wander.
Gu Yikun sat opposite her, "Go ahead."
