Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

Gu Xingyun listened to Jiang Qie's words and looked at the flowers outside the window. His face was full of smiles, but it was full of nostalgia and sadness. His expression softened and he said, "Many of these flowers were planted when your grandmother was still alive. She loved to plant these flowers and plants the most. She said it was romantic. I don't understand, but when I see her taking care of these flowers with joy, I feel very satisfied."

The sun was shining brightly outside the window. Perhaps the servants had just taken care of the garden and watered it. The window was open, and the breeze with the fragrance of flowers blew on everyone's faces. Gu Xingyun closed his eyes, as if his lover was still in the garden, pruning branches with scissors and humming a song.

"Grandpa! You must help me!" A vicious and shrill shout broke the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere in the living room.

Jiang Qie raised his eyebrows. This voice sounded familiar. He looked back and saw that it was indeed the blond man he met in the corridor. He was still holding the bag in his hand. It was a little dirty and had a small hole because it fell on the ground. His pants and sleeves were also dirty. He looked much more embarrassed than he did before.

Gu Xingyun felt a headache when he saw this head of yellow hair. To be honest, he didn't like this grandson. He was uneducated, and he also liked fighting and gambling. He even played with women in the past. He dyed his hair yellow, and if he wasn't wearing expensive brand-name clothes, he would look like a gangster.

"What are you yelling about?" Gu Xingyun put away his gentleness and rebuked harshly.

The yellow-haired man didn't care whether he wanted to talk or not. He was knocked to the ground by a woman. If the news got out, how could he survive? His face was hideous at the moment, and he was already blinded by anger.

Liang Yushan heard the noise and hurried out of the kitchen to ask, "My cousin, what happened to you? Why are your pants and clothes dirty?" The yellow-haired man was even more angry when he mentioned this. He threw away Liang Yushan's hand and walked forward angrily, cursing, "Grandpa, you have to help me decide. Just now in the garden corridor, a woman dared to hit me! Grandpa, if there is such a servant in the house, you must control him well!"

Garden corridor? Song Zhiyu looked at the girl sitting silently beside him, and saw a red patch on the back of her fair hand. He understood, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, gently tapped the back of the girl's hand, and whispered, "Did you fight?" The man's ending tone was still smiling, like a feather scratching her heart.

Jiang Qiehui touched the other person's hand, not feeling guilty at all, and said calmly: "I was teaching him a lesson. But now it seems that the teaching was not profound enough."

"A woman? Hit you?" Gu Xingyun found it outrageous. The servants in the old house of the Gu family were all ordinary people who were powerless, not to mention a woman. On the other hand, the person standing in front of him had a muscular body, was tall and strong, and did not look like someone who would be beaten. It was good enough that he did not hit others.

Gu Xingyun snorted coldly. He knew his grandson very well and said bluntly, "Nonsense! You are now telling lies with your eyes open! I think you are the one who needs to be disciplined!"

"Grandpa, you have to believe me! Really..."

"Grandpa." Jiang Qie has always been responsible for her own actions. Seeing that the yellow-haired man kept asking questions step by step without any respect for the elders, she didn't want to make things difficult for an elder who loved her.

The blond turned around and her eyes widened. It was the person who had just beaten her in the garden corridor. She gritted her teeth and pointed at Jiang Qie and cursed, "So you are here! Bitch. You are done!" Then she looked at Gu Xingyun and complained, "Grandpa, it was her who beat me in the garden corridor and almost spilled the soup that my brother asked me to bring you. How can such a person enter our Gu family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room suddenly became quiet. The yellow-haired man saw that everyone was looking at him. He wanted to say something, but he felt a chill on his back and his body went numb. As soon as Song Zhiyu pointed at Jiang Qie, the smile on his face disappeared completely. He looked at the yellow-haired man with a sullen face and cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dying person.

"What did you say?" Although these four words were the most ordinary, the yellow-haired man was inexplicably afraid. But he was not afraid. Relying on his brother and Gu Xingyun, he just treated Song Zhiyu as a stranger who came to visit. He sneered and said, "Are you deaf? I said this bitch hit...ah!"

No one present expected Song Zhiyu to take action. Even Jiang Qie looked at the man in disbelief. No matter what time it was, Song Zhiyu always treated people with courtesy. Not to mention being angry, he rarely showed a cold face. But at this moment, Song Zhiyu stood there, in front of her, with broad shoulders. She couldn't see the man's expression at the moment, but she knew that Song Zhiyu was very angry.

Gu Xingyun and Liang Yushan obviously did not expect Song Zhiyu to take action, and they frowned, but it was obvious that they did not intend to interfere in this matter. Gu Xingyun had long disliked this grandson, and it would be a good thing for someone to teach him a lesson.

The yellow-haired man felt severe pain in his stomach and face. He just wanted to touch his right cheek when he felt a pain and hissed. He turned his head to look at Song Zhiyu, but when he met the man's eyes, he was suddenly speechless. He looked at the people around him and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"You, what do you mean! Why do you hit me?!"

Song Zhiyu clenched his fists. He hadn't used his fists for a long time, so he was a little rusty and couldn't use his strength well. He was much taller than the yellow-haired man. He just walked closer and looked down at the other person. His eyes were frighteningly calm.

"I was too gentle just now, but you can still speak. If you can't speak, I don't mind knocking out every one of your teeth so that you can never speak again."

The blond man shuddered and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. Song Zhiyu had just punched him and knocked out one of his back teeth. Now his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't dare to spit it out. Facing Song Zhiyu, he was scared and his legs trembled slightly. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

But Song Zhiyu was not satisfied with this.

"If I remember correctly, your brother plans to move the head office to North City by the end of this year."

At this point, the yellow-haired man suddenly felt a chill. His brother had never told anyone about this matter, and the plan was only in its early stages, but the man in front of him seemed to know it clearly.

"You, what do you mean?!" The blond's heart was beating fast at this time, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second Song Zhiyu said expressionlessly: "It seems that you won't be able to celebrate the New Year in Beicheng at the end of this year." His tone was calm, as if it was a casual remark, but it was a bolt from the blue for the blond.