Under the light of the room, Ruan Anlan's exquisite and smooth side face was like the most carefully carved artwork under Nuwa. It was beautiful and magnificent, and it could be called a creation of heaven. Every tiny bit and every cent is the preference of God.
Zheng Yingying said: "My aunt must be a great beauty."
Lin Hongshan pursed her lips, with a lonely look on her face, and muttered to herself: "Yes... the upper part of her face looks like your grandfather, and the lower part is like me. She has completely picked up the advantages of both of us. She has praised her beauty since she was a child, and she is not inferior when she grows up..."
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Because Ruan Anlan was almost hit by an accident last time, Gu Changzheng made a big move.
Since he quit his huge property to his baby grandson to take care of, he has rarely interfered in these chores.
Regarding Ruan Anlan, Gu Changzheng really treated him like his own granddaughter, and he was heartless and heartless.
Furthermore, the little girl's eyebrows and eyes really looked like a certain old friend of her.
The two hatchbacks overlap, and the old man's favorability towards Ruan Anlan doubled. He was determined to protect the child and let the young couple have a safe and smooth life for a long time.
The door of the study made of agarwood was knocked on by someone. The old man calmly "come in" and landed on the ground, and the door was pushed open from outside.
The old housekeeper of the old house walked in hurriedly, and said something in Gu Changzheng's ear. The old man's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand and whispered: "Come in quickly!"
Shortly after the old housekeeper went out, the door was pushed open again.
The man walked in very lightly, and as he walked, he felt a fresh breath of pine, bamboo, green cypress, and his straight back exuded a straight posture that had been trained for a long time.
The visitor was Gu Changzheng's last friend in this life - Mo Guangshan.
Mo Guangshan had a goatee beard beside his mouth, and he spoke with a full breath, his eyes were flickering, and his hair was gray.
Gu Changzheng deliberately looked stern, but the joy of smiles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was revealed.
He raised his big hand and threw a brush over, "Scarlet Mr. Mo!"
Mo Guangshan is over 70 years old, but he is still active in his posture. He quickly caught the excellent wolf-haired brush with his hand.
He glared at Gu Changzheng with a grudge and held the brush with heartache, "You don't know how to destroy things if you don't care about things!"
Gu Changzheng snorted coldly: "I told you to help me with something, but I waited for ten days and half a month. Are you embarrassed to come to me?"
Mo Guangshan touched the tip of his nose guiltily and cleared his throat. Then he raised his hand and gently put the brush back on the pen holder on the Limu desk.
Then he spread his sleeves, and the breeze blew by, and then he sat down and brewed a cup of tea leisurely.
While drinking tea, he slowly opened his voice: "What's the hurry? Since you are old, you must also understand how to cultivate yourself and cultivate your character. You must not be too anxious or slow down. You are so impatient, you will never be able to resist your whole life."
Gu Changzheng didn't have the intention to hear Mo Guangshan say that there were any of them, and asked directly: "Since you have come to me, it means you must have found it. Tell me, who is going to harm my grandson-in-law? I must seek justice for their young couple, otherwise wouldn't everyone bully Gu Changzheng's children?!"
The old man was so angry that his white beard floated up, which shows that he really cared about this matter.
Before leaving the business world, the old man was a powerful Nancheng, at least. It was in the black and white fields. Anyone who saw him would politely call the second master of the Gu family.