"You've been burdened with me all your life, and you still want to continue to dominate me?" Gu Jingting joked, but there was not much joy in his eyebrows.
He was never willing to listen to the old lady's words about leaving first.
Mrs. Gu hummed, "Nonsense."
The grandfather and grandson were chatting here, while Song Qiao followed the servant and slowly walked around the old house. When he came here before, he thought it was big, but now he walked around with his feet and realized that it was ridiculously big.
It took Song Qiao more than ten minutes just to walk from the front hall to the back garden, but he had just reached the door.
She was still wearing the clothes and shoes she wore for today's bidding meeting. After walking around like this, she was already tired and sweating, so she said to the servant, "I want to take a rest first. Can you find a place for me to sit?"
The servant seemed to be more honest. Mrs. Gu asked her to take her around, so she really took Song Qiao for a long time. When she heard that she wanted to rest, she looked around, pointed to a distance and said, "
There is a swing over there, you can sit on it."
Song Qiao followed her and turned a corner. The scenery in front of her suddenly changed.
There is a cobblestone path under her feet. Along the path, you can see large tracts of roses planted inside, blooming quietly like fire.
A whole breeze blew by, blowing a faint fragrance.
And in this sea of flowers, a white swing chair was swaying quietly in the wind.
Song Qiao liked it. She walked in and sat on the swing. With a tap of her toes, her whole body began to sway gently. She raised her head and felt the wind passing through her body.
"Bad woman, get off my swing!"
A fierce voice came, interrupting Song Qiao's relaxation. She lowered her head and saw a four or five-year-old boy standing not far away, staring at her.
He should also be from the Gu family's old house. He was wearing a small suit and shiny leather shoes, and his sculpted face showed the anger of being occupied by a toy.
When the servant saw him, he quickly stepped forward and explained, "Young Master, this is a guest at home. The old lady asked me to take Miss Song out for a walk."
The little boy didn't listen at all. He even bent down to pick up a stone from the ground and held it in his hand to threaten, "Come down quickly, or I will do it."
"Young Master..."
"It's okay, I'll just get up." Song Qiao interrupted the servant and stood up as he wanted.
"Sorry, I didn't know this swing was yours," she said proactively.
The little boy looked at her angrily, ran quickly to the swing, and yelled at her, "Go away, get out of here, hurry up! I don't welcome you."
Song Qiao was yelled at and couldn't stay any longer, so he quickly left with his servants.
When she walked out of the rose garden, she looked back and saw that the little boy had climbed up on the swing and started playing hard.
"He is a child from our branch." The servant took the initiative to explain. "His parents died in an accident before. No one there was willing to adopt him, and he almost starved to death at home."
"Later, the old lady saw how pitiful he was, so she adopted him and recorded him in the name of the young master's parents. Therefore, he is now considered the young master's younger brother."
After hearing the explanation, Song Qiao was a little surprised, "Mr. Gu...has such a young brother?"
The servant nodded and added, "But what the young master himself does not admit is that the old lady was afraid that no one would accompany him after she left, so she insisted on recording it in the names of the master and his wife."
I see.
Mrs. Gu really took great pains towards Gu Jingting.
Song Qiao thought about it secretly, and had no intention of continuing to go shopping, so he directly asked the servant to take him back.
"Oh, why did you come back so soon after you went out?" Mrs. Gu saw her and asked nervously, "Is it not fun at home?"
The servant stepped forward and seemed to want to report something. Song Qiao said before her, "No, I'm just tired."
Old Mrs. Gu looked down at her feet, patted her head repeatedly and said, "Oh, look at my brain, I have forgotten that you are wearing high heels and it is difficult to walk."
She led Song Qiao and sat down on the sofa, "Then let's rest first and watch TV. We can start eating soon."
"Okay." Song Qiao responded.
Song Qiao really had no strength, so she secretly pinched her ankle while sitting on the sofa, but it had no relief. She sighed and secretly changed her position.
Fortunately, the old lady had already gone to the kitchen to focus on the dinner, so she didn't have to brace herself to deal with it.
Song Qiao was watching the TV carelessly. Suddenly, darkness dimmed beside her. She turned around and saw Gu Jingting holding a pair of slippers and placing them at her feet, "Put them on first."
"Isn't this not good?" She hesitated.
"It's all at home, no outsiders." Gu Jingting said, "Let's change."
Since he said so, Song Qiao was indeed very tired, so she didn't refuse at all and changed out of her high heels. The moment her feet stepped into slippers, her whole body relaxed.
"Sure enough, wearing flat shoes is the most comfortable." Song Qiao sighed.
Gu Jingting picked up her high heels and walked towards the entrance. Song Qiao didn't have the nerve to stop him and said, "I'll just take it over myself. You can sit down."
"That's not okay." The man retorted, looking back at her condescendingly, with a teasing tone, "I'm afraid if you really do it yourself, you'll have to complain to grandma at the dinner table later."
Song Qiao immediately thought of eating an apple just now.
She felt blood creeping up her cheeks, and said incoherently, "I, I was just joking."
Gu Jingting clicked his tongue and asked, "But if I take it seriously, what should I do?"
What else can be done?
Song Qiao was caught off guard by his move. In the confusion, Gu Jingting had already passed her and carried the shoes to the entrance to put them away. When he turned around, he found that she was lowering her head hard and wanted to bury her head on the sofa.
.
She's so thin-skinned that she won't be teased at all.
Gu Jingting said secretly.
Just when Song Qiao wanted to disappear, a familiar voice of questioning came, directly breaking the embarrassment lingering around her, "Why are you here?"
Song Qiao looked up and found that the little boy from the garden just now was back. When he saw Song Qiao, his eyes widened suddenly, and he thought of something again, and looked at Gu Jingting.
For a moment, his whole body was like an inflated balloon, ready to explode at any time.
"Ah ah ah, you are not welcome in my home, get out of here, you bad woman!" He yelled loudly, trying to rush over and drive Song Qiao away.
However, Gu Jingting couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed him by the collar and said sternly, "Gu Jingting, who allowed you to yell at her?"
Gu Jian was like a little chicken when he was instantly lifted into the air by Gu Jingting.
He kicked his legs as hard as he could and found that he could not touch the ground at all. He shouted angrily, "Brother, don't be deceived by her. She is a bad woman. Stay away from her!"
