On the day of the divorce, the boss in the Beijing circle pulled me to pull the certificate

"Susu, this time I'm on Dad's side."

Gu Zhiming's eyes flashed brightly, "Trust me once, I'm so lovable, grandparents are reluctant to let me go there during the holidays."

Seeing his clever appearance, Su Mu's depressed mood just now has improved a lot.

"Zhiming is indeed cute and likable."

Gu Zhiming was overjoyed by the praise.

After arriving home, Gu Zhiming hurriedly took out his microphone, started to network and sang in the living room.

After Gu Yanhe washed his hands, he came out of the bathroom.

Then I saw Gu Zhiming standing on the sofa, singing and dancing.

Gu Zhiming sang out of tune, and everyone in the Gu family knew about it.

But only Gu Zhiming himself didn't know.

Like now, he sings happily.

I didn't realize at all that such a singing sound was really howling ghosts and howling wolves to others.

Gu Yanhe pursed his lips, and stood beside him trying to bear it, but in the end he still took a step towards Gu Zhiming.

"Stop singing."

Gu Zhiming closed his mouth and stood awkwardly on the sofa.

"Dad, I'm happy."

Gu Yanhe frowned, "It's hard to hear."

Gu Zhiming lowered his head, his whole body was hit.

When Su Mu came out with the fruit, he saw two father and son standing in the living room, neither of them would let anyone else go.

"Zhiming, come and eat some fruit before singing."

Su Mu stepped forward and handed a sliced ​​apple to Gu Zhiming, "Otherwise it will be bad for your throat."

Gu Zhiming bent over, bit the apple into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Susu, Dad said I don't sing well, so he won't let me sing."

Su Mu picked up the fruit plate, then walked up to Gu Yanhe, and handed a piece of orange flesh to his mouth, "I don't think it's unpleasant."

Gu Yanhe lowered his eyes, looked at the piece of orange meat, and then looked at her face.

Asked back, "Does it sound good to you?"

Gu Zhiming stood behind him, waiting for Su Mu's answer.

"Anyway, I can keep listening."

Su Mu kept holding the fruit plate, and there was a slight soreness in his wrist.

Gu Yanhe kept staring at him, not in the mood to eat this piece of fruit.

Su Mu felt Gu Zhiming behind her staring at her, expecting her to succeed in the fight.

"My hands are a little sore."

Gu Yanhe didn't speak, just looked at her deeply.

Su Mu pursed her lips, turned around, and put the fruit plate in her hand on the table.

Then he walked up to Gu Zhiming, "Your father was joking with you, just keep singing."

Hearing this, Gu Zhiming looked at Gu Yanhe who had no expression on his face not far away.

Some tentatively picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth, and then chose a song he liked.

The moment the singing sounded, Gu Yanhe immediately frowned.

Su Mu stood up and stopped the footsteps that he wanted to stop, "It's rare for Zhiming to have a hobby."

Gu Yanhe said in a deep voice, "You are doting."

"So what, he hasn't been loved by his mother since he was a child."

For Gu Zhiming, Su Mu didn't want to make any concessions, "Even if I'm not his mother, I want him to have a happy childhood. Although it's a bit late now, but..."

Gu Yanhe really couldn't bear the noise made by Gu Zhiming.

He took her upstairs.

Su Mu stumbled after him and was pulled into the study.

"too early."

After Su Mu heard the sound of closing the door, he looked at Gu Yanhe defensively, "It's not very good."

Gu Yanhe closed the door, turned around, raised his eyes jokingly and asked, "Why is it too early? What are you thinking?"

Looking at his pure eyes, Su Mu suddenly felt a little lustful.

Obviously people don't have that idea.

"No... nothing, I mean... it's..."

Su Mu hesitated for a long time, but couldn't think of any reason.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Gu Yanhe was moved for a moment.

He stepped forward, held her in his arms, and forced her to walk back.

Su Mu was forced to back up until her slender waist touched the desk.

"It's up to me."

Su Mu complained, "Let go of me."

The corners of Gu Yanhe's lips curled up, but he didn't let go of Su Mu.

Instead, he raised his right hand and pressed it against her chest, then exerted a little force to let her upper body lean against the table.

"Where is it to you? Huh?"

He intentionally made his voice charming, "Mu Mu, why do I think you're so horny?"

"You are talking nonsense."

Without hesitation, Su Mu pushed away his hand that was pressing on her chest, "Slap me back, right?"

Gu Yanhe propped his hands on both sides of Su Mu, looked down at her blushing face, and chuckled softly.

"why are you laughing?"

Su Mu was a little puzzled, seeing him a little tired.

The waist is also a little sore.

"Okay, go get busy."

Gu Yanhe put his arms around her waist and pulled her up.

Seeing her standing still, she went around and sat behind the table.

Turn on the computer and start dealing with work.

Su Mu stood where he was and watched him for a while.

The emotion he pulled himself up was just to make fun of it.

"boring."

After speaking to himself, Su Mu turned around.

Open the door and leave the study.

She didn't notice that the moment the door closed, Gu Yanhe frowned instantly.

Gu Yanhe stared at the unfamiliar number, his thin lips pursed into a line.

It was also this number that he had seen on Su Mu's phone before.

But Zhang Yuan did not find anything related to this number.

The owner of this number, just like having a system, can completely hide himself in the dark.

Gu Yanhe kept staring at the line of words on the screen.

Suddenly, the seeds of fear began to take root in his heart.

He who hides in the shadows knows him.

This was Gu Yanhe's first feeling.

"Is there any news from Eleven?"

Gu Yanhe stood in front of the window, with indelible wrinkles between his brows.

Zhang Yuan was respectful on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully, "Not yet, but it has been confirmed, that person should have arrived in Qingcheng."

When Gu Yan heard this, his mood didn't fluctuate much.

He whispered, "Continue to investigate."

Zhang Yuan said hello.

Downstairs, Su Mu was sitting on the sofa listening to Gu Zhiming singing.

This should not be the first time Gu Zhiming sang.

Because Su Mu discovered that the housekeeper and servants hadn't appeared in the living room for a long time.

Probably because he knew that Gu Zhiming's singing was not good, so he slipped away early.

"Susu, does it sound good?"

Probably because he was denied too many times before, Gu Zhiming looked at Su Mu with anticipation in his eyes.

"It sounds good."

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Mu nodded in praise, "I believe that if you sing more, you will definitely improve."

"Really!"

Gu Zhiming was affirmed, and his whole body was full of excitement.

After bouncing on the sofa for a few times, he sat next to Su Mu, "Susu, you are still welcome."

Su Mu twitched the corners of his mouth, and was just about to continue to praise, when the phone on the table rang.

"You are in Gu Yanhe's villa, come out and meet me, immediately!"