"Boss, this is the negative of the photo I just took." After leaving the villa area, Shao Yuan's car followed. The two of them stopped on the roadside one after another. Shao Yuan just handed a camera to Gu Nianchen.
in front of my eyes.
Gu Nianchen took it and flipped through a few of them at random, then handed it back to Shao Yuan's hand.
"Just pick a few and send them anonymously to the mailbox of City Morning News, and delete the rest."
"But boss, have you really decided?" Shao Yuan hesitated, "I know you want to help your sister-in-law, but once these photos are spread, it will definitely have an impact on your reputation. Now is a critical moment for your promotion to deputy governor.
, I’m just afraid...”
"If you don't do this, do you have a better way?" Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows lightly, his tone calm.
"But..."
"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense from mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Just do as I say and I will see the results tomorrow."
The firm tone was unyielding and choked back everything Shao Yuan wanted to say. He hesitated for a moment and could only nod: "I understand, I'll go right away."
After watching Gu Nianchen's car drive out of Fangjing Garden, Cen Zhiqiao entered the house.
"Madam, come here quickly. I've made some white fungus and lotus seed soup. You can try it." Aunt Lan had already poured out the soup and cordially invited Cen Zhiqiao to come over and drink.
Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly walked to the dining table: "Aunt Lan's Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup is a masterpiece. In the past few years, I have been abroad and my mouth watered every time I thought about it!"
She said exaggeratedly and took a big sip. The smooth and sweet taste spread from her mouth to her belly, and she smiled even more happily.
"Haha, it's been three years, and Madam's temperament hasn't changed at all. She's like a child." Aunt Lan sat down with her, looked at her smiling face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"No way, I've obviously matured a lot, and I've also grown taller!" Although she didn't get along with Aunt Lan for a short time, she was very kind to Cen Zhiqiao, and so was Cen Zhiqiao. Maybe it was because his mother passed away early. Look,
People of this age are always particularly close to each other.
"Haha -" Her coquettish tone made Aunt Lan couldn't help but laugh. Looking at her smiling face, she couldn't help but raise her hand to stroke her hair: "Madam, it would be great to have you back!"
There seemed to be a sigh in the tone. Cen Zhiqiao listened quietly and was filled with emotion in her heart - she never thought that one day she would be able to return to Fangjing Garden and have such a close heart-to-heart talk with Aunt Lan. Thinking of this, she also
He kept nodding his head: "Yeah."
The two talked for a while, and then Aunt Lan went up to clean up the room. When she came downstairs, Cen Zhiqiao had finished drinking, and Aunt Lan handed the key to the room to Cen Zhiqiao.
"Let's stay in the same bedroom as before. Everything is ready-made."
Anyway, Gu Nianchen said he wouldn't come back, so Cen Zhiqiao took the key after thinking about it and went up to the second floor.
In the bedroom on the second floor, when you open the door, you will see a combination of gray and white, gray dark grid sheets and quilt covers, curtains of the same color, and the crystal chandelier with a circle of small lights on both sides, and the wall
wedding photos...
Everything was exactly as it was in her memory. She was a little stunned for a moment and stood at the door, not daring to go in.
"After Madam left, this room, and even the whole house, was almost decorated according to its original appearance. All things, even if they are old or broken, must be ordered according to the previous style."
Seeing her stunned, Aunt Lan said something meaningful behind her.
Cen Zhiqiao didn't speak. When Aunt Lan left, she walked in the door. Everything she was familiar with seemed to be back three years ago - when Chu Qiao didn't come back and she didn't leave either.
There was still a book on the table that she used in class. Although the surface was covered with a book cover, it was a little yellowed. When she opened the book, on the first page, there was a small line of English written with a pen. The handwriting was a bit blurry.
Cen Zhiqiao turned on the lamp beside the table and leaned down to see:
the sweet taste of honey can numbness;
love is not only to maintain warm long;
too fast and too slow, and the results are not satisfactory. (The sweetest honey can numb the taste; only less passionate love will last longer; too fast and too slow, and the results are not satisfactory.)
Gu Nianchen's handwriting is strong and matches his personality. Each of the three lines of small characters is written with force. Cen Zhiqiao can even imagine his expression when he was sitting at the table and writing these lines. It must be his brows.
Frowning slightly, his face looked solemn.
Cen Zhiqiao thought quietly and watched quietly. The ripples in his heart rippled around and around, and finally landed in an unknown place...
It was past twelve o'clock when Gu Nianchen came back.
Originally he wanted to stay in the office all night, but thinking of Cen Zhiqiao, he endured it, but he couldn't help it anymore and drove back to Fangjingyuan.
It was dark at night, and the whole villa was shrouded in light mist, making it indescribably quiet.
Standing at the entrance of the stairs, the bedroom light on the second floor was still on, and the faint light came from the crack in the door, echoing the fact that there was only a small night lamp in the living room. He felt a little sad in his heart.
She is here, she has not left...
Feeling relieved, he quickly walked upstairs.
As soon as the bedroom door opened, a faint fragrance hit her face. It was her scent - Lancôme True Love Miracle, her most favorite perfume, so magic. During the days when he was separated from her, he would often smell it.
I wonder if she is also his magic?
*First update, I came back too late last night and fell asleep with my computer in my bed. It’s a sin. Don’t worry, I’ll watch it again in the afternoon or evening. Are you a group?*