The son of the Republic of China dressed as a fake young master of salted fish

The pony "rolled" away, but the door was open.

Gu Jincheng kept Xiao Ma's absurd words in his mind, his brows were wrinkled, and he stood still.

I don't know if the iceberg-like phoenix eyes are watching the door or what's going on inside.

After a long time, Gu Jincheng stepped in.

The room was dim, and the curtains were drawn tightly. It could be seen that he really didn't want to hear thunder and see lightning.

Passing the sofa, the quilt is piled at one end of the sofa.

It was indeed a sign that someone had slept.

On the big soft bed, Gu Wenyue lay sideways under the quilt, and vaguely heard voices and footsteps at the door, thinking it was a pony.

Without opening his eyes, he asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

His tone was hoarse, full of laziness, and even a little squeamish.

Gu Jincheng walked to the side of the bed, condescendingly watching the big messy bed and the young man with slightly messy hair.

People of the same age, but Gu Wenyue looks much younger than him.

At this time, Gu Wenyue felt a little hot, and stretched his arms out of the quilt. His white arms were pressed against the dark blue quilt cover. His snow-white shoulder bones were slender and delicate, like snow-white soft velvet flowers blooming under the dark blue sky, or Snow-white froth rippling gently on the blue sea.

Gu Jincheng's black eyes saw the scene of white arms on a blue background, he couldn't help frowning his thick eyebrows, and his hands in his suit pants moved unnaturally.

There seemed to be an odd urge to tuck his arms and shoulders under the covers.

Gu Jincheng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's me."

Only then did Gu Wenyue react a little bit. He was a little surprised that Gu Jincheng entered the room, but he didn't want to think too much. He didn't want to move at all before he woke up. He still closed his eyes: "Brother Jincheng...morning."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Gu Jincheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Looking around the room, he saw a vague pot of plant on the desk on the other side of the brushed glass door.

——It should be a narcissus, it hasn't bloomed yet, and there are sharp and thin shoots emerging, poking straight into the round wash like a brush, which is very suitable.

Gu Jincheng looked away, saw that the person on the bed seemed to have no bones, coughed lightly, and asked, "Why don't you let Wen Jun accompany you?"

When Gu Wenyue heard this, it took a full minute and a half to react to the meaning of the words.

He replied vaguely: "Little cousin has to do homework, and I have to... have to sleep at 09:30."

Gu Jincheng raised a sword eyebrow on one side.

——Go to bed at 09:30, start at [-]:[-] the next day, and take a nap in the afternoon?

Gu Jincheng was silent, and Gu Wenyue was also silent.

There is only a slight breathing sound in the room,

Gu Jincheng originally wanted to say something, but looking at him as a lazy cat who was not awake at all, there was no need to say more.

"You go on sleeping."

"Well... good night." Gu Wenyue was drowsy, not knowing the nonsense in his mouth, and continued to sleep soundly while hugging the quilt.

However, there was a lot of movement and he turned sideways, his shoulders and back were completely exposed outside the quilt.

A large area of ​​Bai Shengsheng is bright and eye-catching.

Gu Jincheng turned around sharply, and walked out quickly under the cloudy sky.

There was no sound of feet stepping on the thick carpet, which did not affect Gu Wenyue's continued sound sleep at all.

After all, it was Gu Chong who was sick and hospitalized. Gu Wenyue got up at nine o'clock. He called Butler Zhang first, asked after Gu Chong got better, and said he would go see him after breakfast.

Through the phone, Gu Wenyue heard Gu Chong's voice, and felt relieved.

After taking a seat in the restaurant, Gu Wenyue heard Xiao Ma say that Gu Jincheng had been to his room in the morning.

He rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't remember, but seeing Xiao Ma's trembling appearance, he was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Ma waved his hand: "Master Wenyue, don't call me in the future. You haven't seen the face of the young master in the morning, it's so creepy."

"Haha." Gu Wenyue couldn't help laughing because of his funny expression, "At that moment, I met Butler Zhang and asked him to give you some psychological compensation."

"Thank you, Master Wen Yue, for your kindness, but there's no need for it." Xiao Ma just felt that the young master's expression at that time was very compelling, and he really meant to kill someone to silence him.

He shook his head and went to work in a daze.

Gu Wenyue didn't forget about this incident, went to the hospital to see Butler Zhang, and told him about it.

Butler Zhang nodded: "Then I will arrange to give Xiao Ma a red envelope."

Gu Wenyue sat beside the hospital bed with a smile, tidying up Gu Chong's quilt: "Brother Jin Cheng's complexion is too cold, the servants at home know him so well, they are still afraid of him."

Gu Chong was in good spirits, and kept thinking about Wen Yue's coming after breakfast.

Now people still say some witty words to make him happy in front of his eyes, so he is naturally happy: "Talk to him more warm words, and he will not be cold. Jin Cheng is a career-minded child, but he is not very good at some things that are warm and cold." Understand."

The more Gu Wen thought:

How can people like Gu Jincheng understand the warmth and coldness of human relationships?

He just doesn't want to understand the common people.

In the evening, Gu Jincheng and Gu Wenjun arrived at the hospital one after another.

A family of four had a simple but heartwarming dinner in the hospital ward.

Gu Wenyue always felt that Gu Jincheng seemed to be avoiding him on purpose.

But what did he do?

Didn't he understand the righteousness of not wanting equity yesterday to prove his "innocence", but now Gu Jincheng doesn't even look at him?

Forget it, Gu Wenyue didn't bother to study carefully, and Gu Wenjun and Gu Chong accompanied Gu Chong, talking and laughing, and they were quite happy.

Gu Jincheng was different. He sat alone and listened silently most of the time, like a cold plaster statue.

He is neither prepared to blend in with them, and even has a ruthless and callous state that you say yours, don't quarrel with me.

Only Gu Chong, the oldest, noticed that his son's eyes always seemed to look at Wen Yue inadvertently?

what happened?

It doesn't look like a private dispute.

Why is that?

That night, Gu Wenyue volunteered to accompany Gu Chong in the hospital and let Gu Jincheng go back to rest.

It's okay too.

The next day, after Gu Wenyue got up, he was about to enter Gu Chong's ward when he heard a woman's voice inside.

He asked the bodyguard outside the door: "Who is here?"

"Young Master Wen Yue is the mother of Young Master Wen Jun, Miss Yang."

Gu Wenyue thought about it a little bit, the little cousin's mother is Gu Chong's sister-in-law?

Calling Miss Yang instead of Mrs. Gu obviously means leaving the Gu family now and not relying on her deceased husband's family.

A modern lady.

It was just a title, and Gu Wenyue's favorability doubled.

After knocking on the door and entering, the lady on the sofa chair by the hospital bed turned her head, wearing a woolen sapphire blue suit, a round neck jacket with a long skirt with a narrow waist, a bunch of small diamond earrings, and long curly hair hanging behind her shoulders , the eyebrows are three points similar to Gu Wenjun, but she is very young, and she can't tell that she is the mother of a 17-year-old boy.

This is Yang Zifang, Miss Yang.

With admiration in her eyes, Yang Zifang greeted with a smile: "This is Wenyue, right? I haven't seen you for many years. Wenyue, come, your father has been praising you."

After her husband passed away, she lived abroad for many years and rarely returned home, and fewer people saw Gu's family than Gu Wenjun.

Gu Wenyue stepped forward and said with a smile, "Hi, Miss Yang."

"Oh, yes, yes." Ms. Yang was very happy to hear this address, her thin eyebrows were jumping, and she pulled him to sit by the bed, "I have seen you on the Internet these days, more and more more and more famous."

Gu Chong was so proud that he couldn't help but praise: "The old man has been with me for the past few days. I also stayed with me for most of the day yesterday and slept here at night."

"Good boy." Yang Zifang didn't have a deep impression of Gu Wenyue. She was a very busy lady. She spent the first half of her life as a parent, a family, a husband and a child. matter.

Furthermore, she also knew that if it was a family matter that even Gu Chong could not manage, outsiders did not need to intervene.

She remembered one thing, and took out her business card from her bag, "My company is an overseas jewelry brand, Wen Yue, are you interested in being my spokesperson?"

"Huh?" Gu Wenyue didn't expect that he couldn't escape work even if he came to the hospital?

He took the business card politely, "Thank you."

Yang Zifang nodded, and said with relief, "Wen Yue is better. Wen Jun is too stubborn. I can't control him. Let him go."

Gu Wenyue vaguely knew that Gu Wenjun had an affair with Ms. Yang and stayed at the Gu family's mansion, but he didn't know exactly what the problem was.

He wasn't going to care about it, anyway, only the mother and son could speak clearly about the matters between mother and child.

At ten o'clock at noon, Gu Wenjun suddenly came from school to the hospital.

He was dumbfounded when he entered the door, and his tone was extremely impolite and impolite, and even meant to drive away customers: "Why are you here?"

Yang Zifang got up to carry her bag, and said to Gu Chong who was on the hospital bed: "Brother, listen, this is driving me away. I will leave immediately. When you feel better, I will drink tea with you."

Gu Wenjun's eyebrows were almost raised: "What are you doing here?"

Yang Zifang had no intention of arguing with her son, so she avoided him and walked away: "Aren't I going to leave immediately? You can talk to your uncle."

Eyebrows swept across the tall son's face, and he couldn't help caring, "Eat more food, my young master, he's become as thin as a bamboo pole."

"You don't care about me!" Gu Wenjun blurted out displeasure.

Yang Zifang waved her hands and went out as if fleeing.

Gu Wenjun was standing where he just came in, motionless, his face was pale, and he seemed to be very angry and unable to calm down.

His eyes flicked out of the door, as if to see if his mother had really left, or if he would look back.

Seeing this, Gu Wenyue shook his head

——This silly child, who obviously wants his mother to care, but insists on driving him away with such sneering words.

Teenage rebellion?

Gu Chongyang said in a loud voice: "Go and talk to your mother, Wen Jun, don't be stubborn. Your mother came here first, and you are still stubborn."

Gu Wenjun stepped forward angrily, pulled away the chair and sat down: "She came to see you, uncle, not me. Hmph!"

Gu Wenyue sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his long legs, and kicked his calf with his toes: "Oh, don't regret it, you can still catch up now, and you will run away in a while."

Gu Wenjun glared at him: "I'm not going!"

Gu Wenyue exchanged glances with Gu Chong who was leaning on the bed, Shi Shiran got up, and said slowly, "Okay, I'll go. Anyway, Miss Yang wears high heels, so she can't walk fast. I can just run a few steps."

Gu Wenjun grabbed his forearm and jumped up: "Hey! Brother Wenyue, what are you going to do? I will go too!"

Before the words fell, people ran out.

Both Gu Wenyue and Gu Chong laughed.

Gu Chong nodded at him: "Don't laugh, Wen Jun is only 17 years old, still young."

Gu Wenyue sat on the sofa, leaned lazily, and said nonsense in a very serious manner: "I'm only 24, and I'm still young. I'm young mentally."

Gu Chong was happier now, and said frankly: "If Jin Cheng can be half as relaxed as you are, he won't be so tired."

Outside.

Hearing this, Gu Jincheng lowered his eyebrows.

When Gu Jincheng knocked on the door and entered, he saw a cat-like figure on the sofa, with a leisurely word floating out of his mouth.

"Today is a good day. Everyone comes here at noon. Where are the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?"

As Gu Jincheng walked in, he unbuttoned his suit, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, propped one hand on the back of the sofa, and said in a neutral tone, "Butler Zhang contacted me and said, Aunt Yang is here, have you gone back?"

Gu Wenyue listened, thinking that Gu Jincheng, the hero, was explaining his purpose for the first time.

He laughed and trembled on the sofa: "Aunt Yang? If she hears this, she will be fuming with anger, and if she doesn't leave, she has to leave quickly."

Such a beautiful and young lady deliberately let people call her "Miss Yang", and she would never want to be called "Auntie".

When Gu Wenyue laughed, he couldn't help but look up, and happened to meet Gu Jincheng's cold and distant phoenix eyes.

The peach blossom eyes are full of smiles, flying like sweet petals.

The phoenix eyes are obviously cold and indifferent, but there is a tendency to melt the cold mountains and snow.

The two brothers looked at each other for an instant, maybe they didn't notice it, but Gu Chong could see it clearly.

He thought of Gu Jincheng's seemingly non-existent eyes towards his adopted son last night, and then looked at his adopted son's handsome and charming face, and a ridiculous thought came to his mind.