175. Chapter 175 The Countdown to Leaving High School Eighteen
In 1996, when the stock market was in dire straits, Gu Chen realized the importance of money and started to get involved in finance after consulting the CEOs of two major groups. She didn't need too much money, she just needed to be able to protect Gu Dahuai from worries for the rest of his life.
OK.
If she leaves one day, at least there will be some money left for Gu Dahuai to support him in his old age.
In the past, the cold and iron-blooded Gu Chen would never think about such a humane issue. She was deeply moved by Gu Dahuai's simplicity. Since she became his daughter, she naturally wanted to do something for him.
With Yu Jiangang and Cheng Lizhan giving her advice, by the time the winter vacation came, the money on the card with more than 100,000 in it had tripled.
When the first game came, Gu Chen withdrew money and bought some gifts before getting in the car back to Yangliu Village.
When we got off the bus from the town and took a three-wheeled bus to the village entrance, it was already so dark that we couldn't see our fingers.
In the distance, lights dimly illuminated the night, guiding her step by step back to the Gu family's small yard. There were always a lot of barking dogs in the village, but none of them dared to approach Gu Chen. She had a murderous feeling in her bones.
No, dogs can feel it.
There were lights in the main hall of the Gu family, and Gu Chen's lips started to smile. Gu Dahuai must have gone home for the New Year.
Pushing open the ajar door of the small courtyard, when Gu Chen stepped into the courtyard, a cold light flashed in his eyes that were originally smiling. He quickly took out a small pistol from his luggage, and with a few glances, he was close to the light source.
What you cast cannot reach the dark place.
Someone is busy in front of the table in the main hall, standing tall and tall like a green pine tree in the abyss, slowly leading to it.
The dim light illuminated his profile, which was as solemn and unparalleled as Shan Lian's, with a half-dark face still showing a trace of imperceptible alienation. At this time, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, but his hands kept moving.
Busy.
...Duan Zhaoan, why is he here?
Duan Zhaoan, who was wrapping the dumplings elegantly with both hands, seemed to be aware of something. His eyes were as quiet as water, and fell straight outside through the glass window.
After that, he started to smile. That smile was like pear blossoms falling on the ground, so pure and white, with the coolness that only comes from the early cold.
"Don't you come in even after you come back? Are you afraid of me?" His stern and deep face was stained with a little flour, and even a slight smile at the corners of his mouth blew away the coldness in his eyes, like a spring breeze blowing.
, refreshing.
Gu Chen put the gun in his clothes and pushed in, "Come all the way to my house... to make a dumpling?"
His eyes carefully looked at Duan Zhaoan, whom he hadn't seen for half a year. His shoulders were even more generous, and his slender and straight body contained unknown strength, which was well hidden in the unobtrusive shirt and trousers. The cold and arrogant look on his eyebrows was as cold and arrogant as a king.
He was well hidden, and his movements were as restrained as those of an ancient sword, without the sharp edge of the first meeting.
"I just arrived this morning. When you didn't come back, I planned to make some dumplings for myself." He smiled faintly. Even though his hands were stained with flour, he didn't have the gentleness of a family man. He was as noble as a god.
The charm between words and deeds is getting deeper and deeper day by day.
Gu Chen sighed, such a man is indeed rare. The confidence and calmness he exudes are well integrated with his innate leadership and kingly demeanor, forming a special maturity that no one can copy.
charm.
Putting the luggage on the stool, Gu Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm also hungry, so I'll pack a few more. I'm going to take a shower first, and I hope I can eat your dumplings when I come out."
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These 5,000 words are the update on the 7th. Damn it. I had a convulsion in the backend and couldn’t log in! It took me half an hour to log in, but... it turned out... it was April 8th! All kinds of depression. It will still happen during the day on the 8th.
