"I will beat him up hard!" Gu Qingchen snorted softly.
Fang Zimo realized, "A fury for a beauty! Old Gu, you are getting wiser! Otherwise, Miss Bei won't like you, and being desolate in old age would be miserable."
Gu Qingchen looked at him: "If you don't work as a doctor, there is another profession that suits you well. You should become an entertainment reporter!"
Isn't this implying that he is a paparazzo?
Fang Zimo hadn't managed to stop Gu Qingchen when he had already gone to greet today's bride.
"Zheng Tong, happy wedding!" Gu Qingchen gazed at her.
Today, Zheng Tong wasn't wearing her black-framed glasses but had switched to contact lenses. She stretched out her hand and gave Gu Qingchen a big hug, "Gu, the male god, long time no see!"
Fang Zimo stepped forward, putting down his wine glass: "Zheng Tong, and me too?"
"Senior Fang..." Zheng Tong smiled at him: "You'll always be just a little less than Qingchen!"
