After rebirth, the paranoid boss dotes on her

This year's Spring Festival came a little late.

On New Year’s Eve.

After finishing his work, Gu Jingzhan prepared to go back to Xiang's house for the New Year's Eve dinner.

However, the moment he stood up, the cell phone on the desk rang suddenly.

He tilted his eyes and glanced at the phone screen with an indifferent expression.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, and it was from abroad.

Suddenly, Gu Jingzhan had a guess in his mind.

He didn't answer and just hung up the phone.

But not long after I hung up the phone, another call came in, from the same number.

Seeing the cell phone ringing non-stop, Gu Jingzhan's handsome brows slightly frowned, and his eyes became noticeably darker.

He sat in the big chair, with a stern expression, motionless.

It wasn't until the third call that he picked up the phone.

After the call was connected, Gu Jingzhan did not speak.

Yun Zheng's voice came from the other side, with a bit of heaviness and helplessness: "Gu Jingzhan, your mother's... cancer cells have spread, and she only has a few days left."

After Wen Xueru was sent back to Switzerland, her health deteriorated and she was finally diagnosed with advanced liver cancer.

After the diagnosis, her depression relapsed, making her condition worse.

Gu Jingzhan was not completely ignorant of Wen Xueru's situation.

But so what?

During her lifetime, she never gave him the motherly love and care he deserved, but instead shamelessly interfered in his life in the name of mother.

Forced him to divorce, kidnapped Qiaoqiao to threaten him, and drugged him...

Are these things a mother should do?

Now, she wished that he could let go of the past and fulfill the insignificant mother-son relationship.

Haha, that's ridiculous!

There is no such thing as something so cheap in the world.

"so what?"

Gu Jingzhan's response was as cold as ever.

Listening to Gu Jingzhan's words without any emotion, Yun Zheng was silent for a moment on the phone.

He took a deep breath and pleaded in a low voice: "Jing Zhan, Xiaoru hopes to see you before she dies. Can you come and see her? She really doesn't have much time left. Just pity her as a mother..."

Before he could finish, Gu Jingzhan interrupted him coldly.

"Let her ask herself first, is she worthy of being a mother?"

"Jing Zhan, your mother..."

Yun Zheng still wanted to make a final effort.

But no matter what Yun Zheng said on the phone, he couldn't shake Gu Jingzhan's heart.

"I said that from the moment she abandoned me when I was eight years old, she was no longer my mother and I considered her dead."

Gu Jingzhan's icy voice added a bit more chill, and every word revealed an unquestionable determination.

"Whether she is dead or alive now has nothing to do with me. Don't tell me about her in the future. I am not interested in knowing."

Having said this, he decisively hung up the phone.

My mood, which was originally pretty good, suddenly became gloomy after I received this phone call.

The air was also filled with an indescribable heaviness and depression.

Gu Jingzhan put his phone back on the table, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Outside the window, heavy snow is flying.

As night falls, the city lights light up quietly, adding a touch of warmth to the pure white snow scene.

However, the tall and slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window seemed particularly lonely.

Gu Jingzhan was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't even notice when Xiang Wanqiao came.

Xiang Wanqiao came to the door of Gu Jingzhan's office and wanted to knock on the door.

But when her eyes fell on Gu Jingzhan's figure, the hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, Gu Jingzhan exuded an inexplicable sadness and desolation, making people want to go over and hug him.

So she gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door and quietly walked behind Gu Jingzhan.

Xiang Wanqiao slowly slid her hands across his waist, wrapped her arms around his slender waist from behind, and then gently rested her head on his broad back.

Gu Jingzhan was slightly stunned, but when he smelled that familiar scent, the tense lines on his face gradually relaxed.

Xiang Wanqiao hugged him and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Gu Jingzhan pulled the corners of his lips slightly, suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, and smiled lightly: "I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just thinking about you."

Xiang Wanqiao raised the corners of her lips and said softly, "You missed me, so I came."

Gu Jingzhan's heart skipped a beat.

He released Xiang Wanqiao's hands that were around his waist, turned around, and hugged her from the front.

Gu Jingzhan hunched his back and buried his head deeply in the crook of her neck, trying to find spiritual comfort.

Xiang Wanqiao sensed that he was feeling a little down, so she gently raised her hand and ran her fingertips through his short, black hair.

She said softly: "You are allowed to be unhappy today, but after twelve o'clock, you are not allowed to be unhappy."

Gu Jingzhan kept silent.

"I hope my Ah Zhan will be happy in the new year." Xiang Wanqiao continued.

Hearing this, Gu Jingzhan held Xiang Wanqiao's hands tighter and rubbed his cheek against her neck.

Neither of them spoke any more, just hugged each other tightly.

After Gu Jingzhan adjusted himself, Xiang Wanqiao took his hand and took him back to the Xiang family.

Along the way, she didn't ask Gu Jingzhan what happened.

When he wants to say something, he will say it naturally.

However, she could probably guess that it might be related to Wen Xueru.

A few days ago, she heard from Zhounian about Wen Xueru's situation in Switzerland. She had advanced liver cancer and didn't have much time left.

Since she already knew all these situations, it was impossible for Gu Jingzhan not to know about them.

Presumably, his bad mood today was related to Wen Xueru.

Wen Xueru probably wanted to ask for Gu Jingzhan's forgiveness before she died so that she could die with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wanqiao felt an indescribable pain.

Those people had never firmly loved him or chosen him, but they always used the so-called blood relationship to morally blackmail him.

It's really like a dung beetle wearing a mask - so shameless.

Xiang Wanqiao turned her head and looked at Gu Jingzhan quietly.

In a moment, she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around his large palm, conveying silent strength and comfort.

"It doesn't matter, you still have me."

Xiang Wanqiao's voice was soft and firm, which gradually warmed Gu Jingzhan's heart.

He turned his head and looked at her, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he held her small hand with his warm palm.

"Qiaoqiao, luckily I have you."

……

Xiangjia

"Jing Zhan is back!"

When Jiang Peijun saw Gu Jingzhan coming back, her eyes were filled with joy and her voice was filled with excitement. She stood up and walked quickly forward to greet him.

As soon as she came over, she asked him about his well-being: "Are you tired from work today? Did you have a good lunch?"

Gu Jingzhan looked at Jiang Peijun's concerned face, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. All the haze seemed to disappear at this moment.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he replied in a gentle voice: "I'm not tired, everything is fine, and I had a good lunch."

"Okay, that's fine."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Peijun nodded with a smile.

Then, she said softly, "Today is New Year's Eve. Mom specially asked the kitchen to prepare a table of delicious dishes, many of which are your favorites. Eat more later, okay?"

Gu Jingzhan nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing that his mood had improved a lot, Xiang Wanqiao felt relieved.