Gu Haoran chuckled, grabbed her hand, and put the ring on her ring finger almost roughly: "I can't bear to wear the ring on the bride!"
"You are marrying by force!" Xia Tong was indignant: "You are a capitalist!"
Gu Haoran glanced at her lazily: "In the definition of capitalism, robbing is the primary productive force." After saying that, he pulled her up.
"..." Xia Tong: "Where are you going now?"
"Take you to have supper..."
Xia Tong glanced at him: "You're not afraid of dying..."
He chuckled and said, "When you are in a good mood, your appetite will be good. It tastes good when you eat it..."
Xia Tong: "……."
After a while, Xia Tong looked at his smiling face beside him and couldn't help but ask: "Gu Haoran, do you really not regret it?"
He glanced at her coolly: "What, do you want to regret it?"
Xia Tong smiled: "No way."
She lowered her head and looked at the dazzling ring on her finger, suddenly unable to laugh. She admitted that she was despicable. While she was greedy for his warm embrace, she was also using him to cut off all unrealistic thoughts in her heart.
.
She believed that he would be a good father and husband.
Everything that happened before was just a dream. From today on, she would dedicate herself to the man beside her who had been giving silently.
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9 a.m., Zuofengshan Villa.
Qin Muxuan got dressed and went downstairs. He happened to meet Butler Xu at the top of the stairs who was explaining things to the servant. Butler Xu saluted him respectfully: "Second Young Master, breakfast is ready. Do you want to use it now?"
"No need." Qin Muxuan said while fastening his buttons. When he walked to the restaurant, he happened to see Qin Muxuan sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
He hurriedly walked for a moment, then coughed, obediently walked to the other end of the dining table, sat down, took a piece of toast, and ate it casually.
Qin Muzhen heard the sound and looked up at him: "Are you up?"
"Um."
Qin Muzhen took a sip of coffee and said without emotion: "It's rare to see you having breakfast at home."
The young man lowered his head and said nothing.
Qin Muzhen added: "But it's good to eat more at home. The food outside is dirty and not nutritious. You may not feel it when you are young. When you reach my age, you will understand the importance of the body."
The corner of the young man's mouth raised a slight arc, and his anger subsided slightly: "Brother, how have you aged?"
Qin Muzhen turned over the financial newspaper next to him and asked: "By the way, last time my father asked you to find something to do in the company, what do you think?"
The young man tore up the toast and said, "Didn't I say no? I'm doing quite well in the bar now. Last night, a talent scout said he wanted to make me a star."
Qin Mu decided to close the newspaper: "A job like singing in a bar is not very popular. Besides, the second young master of the Qin family actually went to sing in a bar. It doesn't sound good to anyone."
"I didn't sell my singing!" the young man said angrily.
"Oh? Then what do you think you are doing?" Qin Muzhao said leisurely: "Pursue art?"
The young man suddenly stood up, and his face that was a bit peaceful just now was now full of violent elements: "Brother, you don't have to worry about my affairs. One day, I will succeed with my own abilities!"
After saying that, he walked out the door angrily.
****** ******
In the nes president's office, after secretary Shu Ya explained some recent important activities, she suddenly said: "Mr. Gu, Director Du said he has important matters to see you."
Gu Haoran nodded: "Well, let him come in."
After a while, a man with hair dyed yellow and green walked in excitedly. Gu Haoran couldn't stop having a headache every time he saw his head of hair that was as big as a palette.
As soon as the green-haired man came in, he sat on the sofa as a matter of course, raised his orchid fingers and said excitedly: "Oh, Mr. Gu... I dug up a good seedling for you last night..."
Gu Haoran raised his eyebrows to show that he was listening, but he felt very irritable in his heart.
"Last night I saw a resident singer at Ye Mei Bar. He really needs a good voice, a good aura, and a good figure, especially that face. I have been a talent scout for so many years.
The most exquisite thing I have ever seen..."
Gu Haoran looked at his watch. It was almost noon, and he was so sleepy that he wanted to drive people away. Director Du Ziteng always said these words every time he dug a new person and came to him. He would praise women.
He is like a fairy; for men, he will praise him as if he is a handsome boy. But whenever he really excitedly goes to meet him, he will immediately become so miserable that it makes people want to vomit blood.
"Hmm..." He nodded and said in a perfunctory tone: "If you have any audio CDs, please give me one to listen to. If possible, I will make an appointment to meet you."
When 'Stomachache' heard this, he immediately handed over the CD in his hand as if he were offering a treasure: "Mr. Gu, this is really a rare sound of nature. I guarantee that after listening to it, you will toss and turn, forget to leave, and eat.
I don’t know the taste, I can’t sleep at night…”
"Okay, okay, I understand. It's almost noon. Director Du has worked hard too. Let's go eat." Gu Haoran interrupted his idiom show.
When 'Stomachache' heard this, he immediately stood up at attention and said in a serious tone: "In order for the company to find more new people, and for Mr. Gu's career to develop more quickly, Zi Teng won't work hard! Zi Teng
I swear to follow Mr. Gu to the death, and my passion can only make Mr. Gu run high!"
Gu Haoran: "……."
****** ******
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Haoran finished processing most of the documents on the table and rubbed his brows tiredly.
Turning his eyes slightly, he noticed the disc on the corner of the table that he had not yet put away - 'Mo Ran Huan Yan'. The name was quite elegant. He reached out and put the disc on his fingers and played with it repeatedly. Then he turned sideways and put the disc on his finger.
It was put into the disc player behind him.
Half an hour later, he dialed Du Ziteng's phone: "Hello, Director Du?"
"Yes, what are your orders from Mr. Gu?" The man's voice was always flattering.
Gu Haoran turned the ball pen in his hand and said, "I have listened to the disc you gave me at noon and it feels very good. Can you help me contact that person now? I want to see him immediately."
"Yes, yes..." Du Ziteng looked excited: "I'll contact you now."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Haoran sat there for a few more minutes before taking the suit hanging on the chair and walking towards the underground garage.