Mr.Gu, sweet wife is so warm

"Come in." he was about to leave. Gu Shiqing's deep voice sounded low, like a vast valley.

Li Feng had just come to report on his work. Unexpectedly, he happened to see this, but he finally knew why Gu Shiqing was worried these days, which was not a loss.

"Did you hear that?" Gu Shi tilted his head and didn't lift it. His slightly open collar showed a few inches of wheat skin, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his low eyes couldn't see his expression.

"Well, I heard it all." he didn't mean it, and Li Feng was frustrated. "But I think yuan Zhuqi wouldn't embarrass her since he just wanted to use Su Su as bait and knew her position in President Gu's mind."

In this way, Su Liu is at least safe and will not suffer.

"You go to prepare the snuff bottle that was shot at the last auction and go back to your home in the evening." Gu Shiqing skipped yuan Zhuqi's topic and ordered.

He doesn't believe the one-sided words of others. The death of his parents has nothing to do with Gu Zhongyi. If he wants to know the truth, he has to investigate it himself. When the evidence comes to the surface, everything will come to light.

Gu Shiqing came back unexpectedly. In the past, he seldom came back unless there was something at home or Gu Weihai urged him.

Seeing him appear, Gu Weihai's old but still sharp eyes showed the meaning of looking at him.

"I came across a lone snuff bottle made by craftsmen in the late Qing Dynasty at the auction a few days ago, so I hurried to come back in person when the company was free today." Gu Shiqing saw Gu Weihai and Gu Zhongyi's suspicious and cautious eyes when they looked at him. Before they could speak, he explained it himself.

Gu Weihai took over the purple wood carving flower box containing the snuff bottle and looked at the exquisite snuff bottle. He was in a good mood for a moment, adding some points to Gu Shiqing's favor.

"I still have filial piety and always think about my preference." Gu Weihai asked people to put away the snuff bottle and greatly increased their appetite for dinner.

Hearing Gu Weihai's praise, Gu Zhongyi's thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and several wrinkles were crisscrossed in the corners of his eyes.

"Dad, Jiabo has also gone to many auctions recently. I heard that he seems to have found a valuable blue and white porcelain vase, but he hasn't had time to give it to you."

"Then wait until he gives it to me. What is he busy with recently? The company is in a mess and doesn't remember to go home?" Gu Wei's sea color sank, and Gu Zhongyi didn't dare to go on.

After eating, Gu Weihai left the table early and went back to his room. After receiving the message from Gu Shiqing, Li Feng followed the aisle outside the dining room to Gu Zhongyi's study according to the original plan.

The shadowy figure flashed by. Gu Zhongyi mentioned it in his heart and immediately made an excuse to leave and rushed to the study.

Looking at Gu Zhongyi's guilty back, Gu Shi sneered and asked his servant to inform Gu Weihai and left.

"Mr. Gu, it's done." Li Feng has finished the task and returned to the car.

Gu Shiqing knew Gu Zhongyi's temperament like the back of his hand. After Li Feng opened the door of his study, he put on the monitor and left in a hurry. With the habit of loyalty, just wait for him to show his feet.

Gu Shiqing turns on his mobile phone and the picture in his study is displayed on the screen in his hand.

Gu Zhongyi hurriedly broke in, opened the bookcase, and checked the dark space in the drawer. When he saw that the contents had not been turned over, he slowly sat down and wiped his sweat.

Gu Shiqing vaguely notes down his position, closes his eyes tired, and dials in at the right time.

"Uncle, it's me." Jiang Li's vigorous voice, like the sunshine stained with gold, rose from the end of the phone and climbed to the clouds.

"Say." Gu Shi's cold voice like frost extinguished the enthusiasm at the other end of the phone.

"What happened?" Jiang Li faintly noticed Gu Shiqing's abnormality, but half a ring didn't hear the response, so he skilfully crossed the topic. "Su Su left something when she lived here before and didn't take it away. I can't contact her, so I can only find you."

"Keep it for yourself. She'll come to you when she needs it."

"But it seems to be a more important thing. If you can contact Su Su, please tell me." Jiang Li took care of the old but well preserved small box.

Gu Shi rubbed his forehead and his green tendons protruded slightly. "I see. Bring it to the company tomorrow."

He hung up the phone in a hurry and didn't give Jiang Li a chance to go on.

Gu Shi lit the smoke. The thick and turbid white smoke rings spread one after another. The faint smell of mint filled the whole carriage. He leaned gently against the back seat, his eyebrows locked, and his mind was the same face all the time, angry or happy.

"President Gu, are you still thinking about what yuan Zhuqi said?" Gu Shiqing seldom smokes, and he has never smoked in the car. Li Feng can't bear to talk more.

"Li Feng, what do you think of this?"

Li Feng shook his head, and there was a difficult meaning in his eyebrow. "The hatred of the previous generation should not be left on President Gu..."

But it seems impossible to completely get rid of the hatred of killing his father.

Li Feng knew that Gu Shiqing understood and didn't say the rest.

"How's the investigation going at the orphanage?"

"It's going well. The results should come out tomorrow."

"Go to investigate the internal structure of the seaside villa, as well as the surrounding roads and topographic maps, and send them to me in the shortest time." Gu Shiqing snuffed out his cigarette butt and watched the last bit of scarlet disappear.

Under the same moonlight, a tall man stood on the deck, his back against the bow, and a cool wind blew on his face.

"It's almost winter." Gao Xuebo leisurely closed his eyes and pursed slightly at the corners of his lips.

"Do you still have the leisure to enjoy the scenery here?" Cassandra scolded low, hoping to throw Gao Xuebo into the sea and wake up.

"Anyway, the matter has been handled, and the rest is up to fate." Gao Xuebo clenched the photo in his palm, gently rubbed it, drunk and hazy, "Cassandra, if things really go in the worst direction, help me take care of her."

Cassandra took a sip of brandy and breathed heavily. "She's in her twenties and doesn't need to be taken care of."

Gao Xuebo bowed his head. In his mind, Su Liu's young and beautiful face coincided with the slightly blurred but still gentle pretty face in the photo.

"Yes, it's been twenty years." he smiled casually, slid down with relief and sat on the deck. For twenty years, he still couldn't find out the truth.

Cassandra turned around, sat beside Gao Xuebo and poured him a glass of wine. The fishy and salty sea breeze blew, rolled up a surging tide, splashed into the wine glass and gradually integrated with the transparent liquid.

"Have you thought about it? See her tomorrow?"

"HMM." the man with seven or eight drunk eyes nodded. This day will come sooner or later. He has been running away for too long.