The queen's wife is too sultry

"Gu Zheng, George Dawson is your grandfather, how much do you know about him?"

While driving the car, Lu Qing asked the people beside him.

The navigation on the car showed the airport, and he just learned that Gu Zheng had already booked a ticket back to the United States, so he happened to send him to the airport.

Gu Zheng raised his eyes from the document and shook his head expressionlessly.

He looked ahead, his light blue eyes were as deep and silent as the night.

If Lu Qing hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about this old man who inherited a quarter of his blood.

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows, waiting for the gap between the red street lights, he took the time to glance at the people beside him.

It must not be easy for someone who can keep Gu Zheng silent like this, he has already vaguely guessed some of them.

After a while, Gu Zheng said in a low voice:

"Apart from business, I don't know much about Dawson's side. Many years ago, because of the government's rectification, my grandfather was afraid of being caught by his opponents, so he dismissed the killers secretly cultivated by the family. I have washed my hands for many years, and the main focus is on the family business.”

Lu Qing sneered, "They've been dismissed a long time ago? How is that possible?"

"If I remember correctly, Arthur Dawson is your uncle?"

"Yes."

"A while ago, he just finished his election campaign. A politician from the Democratic Party had a disagreement with him. It happened that the votes of the two were evenly matched. After the election, the politician from the Democratic Party disappeared after a speech. Don't you know? "

"You mean?" Gu Zheng paused, "It's George."

"I didn't say anything." Lu Qing started the car, the car came and went, the mottled lights shone on his face, flickering on and off.

"You don't seem to like Dawson's people very much," he said casually.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's that I hate it." Gu Zheng turned his head and looked out the window, saying without emotion.

"Oh why?"

"You haven't been with them before, so you can't imagine how arrogant the Dawson family is."

Lu Qing pursed his lips and glanced at him with great interest, "Including your mother?"

In his impression, Gu Zheng has always been gentle and deep, his emotions and anger are invisible, just like his eyes, like a boundless ocean, it is rare to see him showing such straightforward disgust and anger towards anyone. do not like.

Gu Zheng sighed lightly, looking tired.

"She's just as proud, but she's not happy."

"why?"

Gu Zheng whispered, "Because she doesn't love my father, and my father doesn't love her either."

"Because of my father's [-]% similar face, she naturally doesn't like me that much. Maybe in her heart, she loves Gu Mo who is more like her."

The warm yellow street lamp reflected in his deep blue eyes, like the sparkling light on the sea, ethereal and fragile.

He stared out of the car window, wondering what he was thinking.

Lu Qing pursed his lips, did not speak, and turned on the music in the car. He was not used to such a silent Gu Zheng.

Not good at comforting either.

Soft music is flowing quietly in the car, it is Gu Zheng's favorite English song Gravity.
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When Jiang Jingting returned to the old house from the cafe, Jiang Tingyue had finished his Chinese food and was sitting in the yard playing with the birds.

When Diego saw him, he immediately asked with concern, "Master, have you had Chinese food yet?"

Jiang Jingting, who only drank some coffee, nodded, "I have eaten, how much did Grandpa eat today?"

Diego shook his head: "I don't know if it's because I drank too much black tea. The master doesn't seem to have a very good appetite today."

"My lord told you to come and see him when you come back. He's in the garden."

"understood."

Jiang Jingting put his coat on the sofa, walked towards the garden, opened the back door, the air washed by the rain was extraordinarily fresh, all kinds of flowers and plants were planted in the garden behind the old house, even though they had just been hit by the rain, they were still blooming vigorously , not shrunken and messed up.

It is said to be a garden, but the old house is very wide, and there are actually more trees planted. In addition to the lush white birch and red pine, various plants of the Rosaceae such as cold-resistant holly and big-leaved Kuding are very gratifying.

Jiang Jingting looked around, and then saw Jiang Tingyue's figure behind a clump of holly. He was hunched over, holding scissors in his hand, and was trimming the branches and leaves of holly. A servant stood beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

Jiang Jingting changed his shoes, took a pair of pruning shears from the toolbox beside him, and walked towards Jiang Tingyue.

In fact, in the days when the owner was not around, Diego had already taken care of the garden himself, but he was still very smart to keep some plants that grew wantonly for his owner to pass the time.

With a sound of "click", Jiang Tingyue mercilessly cut off the escaping branches of the holly. After some pruning by him, the piece of holly in front of him has become much more beautiful.

Jiang Jingting walked on the soft soil, the closer to the forest, the clearer the fragrance of the soil mixed with leaves and rain.

"Grandpa, it's better not to come out on cloudy and rainy days, so as not to cause arthritis again."

Jiang Tingyue gave him a squinting look, with some disdain and contempt in his eyes, "I'm not that bad."

Jiang Jingting said calmly: "Really? Diego told me that after you landed in London, you had arthritis once."

Jiang Tingyue couldn't bear to expose himself so ruthlessly, and said with a stern face, "If you are here to spoil my interest, get out early."

"You know I don't mean that."

Jiang Jingting picked up the pruning shears and cut off the overgrown branches of the holly. The movements were neat and fast, and the branches fell at the sound.

"when do you come back?"

"the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Tingyue took the scissors and asked, "Diego said you won't be staying in London this Spring Festival?"

"Ah."

Jiang Jingting made another cut, and said calmly, "I will stay in China to accompany Zhenzhen this Spring Festival. If you want, you can go back with me."

Jiang Tingyue snorted coldly, "Who wants to go back with you? I wish I could be alone."

Jiang Jingting didn't seem to have heard his stubborn words, and continued: "If there are no accidents, my father and mother will come to London to accompany you. As for the other members of the Jiang family, I don't think you would be too willing to see them."

"Don't bother talking about me, why are you the same?"

"You kid, sometimes I suspect that I was too strict with you before, which made you look ungrateful and ungrateful to everyone, including your parents."

"Tell me honestly, do you only have that girl Ye Zhen in your eyes now?"

Jiang Jingting didn't speak, just lowered his head and concentrated on trimming the holly in front of him.