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

The next morning.

Gu Wenyue felt that he was very warm, and he was holding something all the time, but it was not as soft as the quilt, it was a little hard, but it was also very comfortable, so he didn't let go, but rubbed it gently according to his instinct.

It was still very early, and Gu Jincheng was also half asleep and half awake, hugging him along the warm body in his arms, but because there seemed to be something stuck around his leg, his palm instinctively pushed it over.

With this push, Gu Jincheng who was lying on his back instantly opened his phoenix eyes, his eyes were clear.

Palms are hot.

What's more terrible is that this push made Gu Wenyue who was sleeping soundly rub against his palm.

"Wen Yue?"

Gu Jincheng's voice was very soft and extremely hoarse.

Gu Wenyue was sleeping soundly, and he was feeling comfortable, his whole body was warm, and he moved closer to his arms.

Gu Jincheng thought that he should let go of him, but the arm holding him did not move, nor did the other hand.

After Gu Wenyue finally realized something, he opened his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of cold phoenix eyes.

"Jin, Brother Jin Cheng..."

In Gu Jincheng's "very delicate" eyes, Gu Wenyue felt as if a group of fierce horses were galloping past.

Gu Wenyue turned around quickly, blushing and burning hot all over: "Yes... I'm sorry."

The slender body bowed and curled up, wishing to dig a hole and bury himself.

But you can't blame him, can you?

Who won't react early in the morning?

Of course, falling asleep on Gu Jincheng's body was indeed his own problem.

How to do?

If he dies on the spot, can he save his image as a decent and upright rich young master?

At this time, there was a rush of heat on the back, and the generous chest covered the back. Gu Wenyue was stunned for a while, and he was in a state of embarrassment, but he heard Gu Jincheng ask behind his ear, "Can I help you?"

"what?"

When Gu Wenyue couldn't figure out the specific meaning of these three words, a hand held him from the front.

Gu Wenyue narrowed his eyes: "Brother Jin Cheng..."

Subconsciously, the back heel rubbed against the front of his calf.

"Shh, don't talk."

The deep commanding voice was very magnetic, and it was right next to Gu Wenyue's ear, so he couldn't help but rubbed his chin instead.

The encouragement of this action was too strong, Gu Jincheng squeezed his broad palm hard.

Afterwards, Gu Wenyue pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes after a moment of nervousness and panic.

He couldn't hear anything in his ears, as if he had been poured into the sea, and he was muddled.

……

When it was over, Gu Wenyue hurriedly held down his strong forearm, only to feel that the veins on it seemed to be bulging, and he was taken aback for a moment, and he said falteringly, "Don't...don't stain the quilt."

"Well, no."

Gu Jincheng's deep voice gave him a full sense of security, and he didn't stop his hands.

Gu Wenyue is like a bow that has been stretched to the extreme.

After the momentary tension passed, the relaxed body was as soft as a sponge, and the forearm slapped his wrist feebly, muttering: "It's all dirty."

The sexy and hoarse voice of the man behind him lingered around his ears, and his voice was mixed with some kind of restrained emotion.

"No, I took a t-shirt."

Gu Wenyue thought vaguely, when did you get it?Whose T-shirt?

Forget it, I'm so sleepy.

Then there was the sound of the quilt rubbing against the cloth, and the movement of the people behind him getting out of bed. Gu Wenyue didn't care too much about it. The matter just now had exhausted him a lot, and he fell asleep relaxed and tired.

Gu Wenyue woke up again, but there was no one else in the room.

It took a long time for a person to react before he stared at the upper bunk and remembered what happened in the morning.

At once……

How could this be?

He had heard from some unremarkable friends before that brothers in the family who were of the same age would help each other, which was quite natural.

Since he doesn't have brothers of the same age, he doesn't know if that's the real thing.

Now I suddenly realized that maybe my friend at that time was not lying.

It does happen.

The problem is that he and Gu Jincheng are not blood brothers.

Moreover, just now Gu Jincheng must not have misunderstood that it was he himself who wanted to...

Gu Wenyue felt a little headache, and it was not far from the explosion on the spot.

Covering his face in despair, the sound of the door opening woke him up.

"Are you awake?" Gu Jincheng's voice was as indifferent as usual.

Gu Wenyue covered his face and didn't move, feeling a little uncomfortable

——I don't know if it's because of the embarrassment just now, or because of the alienation and indifference in his tone.

For no reason, Gu Wenyue really wanted to ask, have you ever done this kind of thing for others?

"Get up and eat something." Gu Jincheng walked to the bed, opened the suitcase on the table, took out a beige thick-knit sweater and put it on the bed.

Gu Wenyue opened his eyes suddenly, Qingming's peach blossom eyes were a little swollen, he got up and pulled the sweater over his head.

He slept in a T-shirt with short sleeves, and his arms were so white that his eyes were pierced.

Gu Jincheng took his trousers closer, stood on one side and said calmly, "Leave after eating. If you haven't slept enough, why don't you sleep on the plane?"

Gu Wenyue tossed the jeans aside, looking willful.

Gu Jincheng didn't understand, so he put the pants in front of him again.

Gu Wenyue pushed away again, and raised his face abruptly, glaring at him sullenly with peach blossom eyes that usually smile when he talks.

The eyes of the two met.

Eyes wide open, silent for a long time.

Gu Wenyue turned his fair face away, raised his hand to pat the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Pants!"

Only then did Gu Jincheng remember, and turned around to get his underwear.

light blue.

He handed it to the bed, then turned and walked out. "I'll go out first."

Gu Wenyue took the quilt and started to put it on, thinking speechlessly:

Gu Jin honestly couldn't find a second one, and he was about to catch up with the old lady who also warmed the bed.

Gu Wenyue kicked the quilt away, and when he was wearing jeans, he was frozen by the chilly fabric, and gasped for air.

The whole person is awake.

Come on, what special thing does he do? He probably treats himself like a child, just as casually as if he relieved the child.

He put on his socks and shoes and went to wash.

The faster Gu Wen entered the courtyard, he heard a burst of laughter and applause.

He got closer and looked over from a distance, and saw a tall figure shooting a basketball with his arms stretched out under the sun.

A beautiful goal.

It was Gu Jincheng wearing a loose sports suit. The light gray sportswear looked young.

The more Gu Wen thought about it, just now his mind was chaotic and he didn't pay attention to what he was wearing. Looking carefully, it was much more relaxed than the usual suit and shirt, and it also showed his figure.

For no reason, he remembered that his back was in his arms just now, his chest was wide and hot, and it was tightly fettered.

Gu Wenyue rubbed the back of his hot neck unconsciously, feeling desperate for this bad morning.

Teacher Zhao saw him standing in the dimly lit room: "Mr. Gu, why don't you go have some breakfast? Would you like porridge?"

Gu Wenyue remembered Gu Jincheng's habits, nodded, and when he walked in, he asked by the way: "Mr. Zhao, have you been drinking porridge?"

Teacher Zhao asked him to sit at the small table in the kitchen to serve porridge and fetch other things.

"Drink some warm water on an empty stomach in the morning, then drink some porridge, and eat some side dishes, and your stomach will feel clean."

"But there is no science, it's a living habit here. Now children drink porridge, milk, and pasta. They only drink porridge, and they can't get enough, haha."

The more Gu Wen thinks about it, the more Gu Jincheng seems to be a bowl of porridge at home, with other things, sometimes Western-style food buns, sometimes Chinese-style steamed buns and the like.

Teacher Zhao asked: "Where is Mr. Gu? What do you like to eat in the morning?"

"Thin noodles with shredded chicken in clear soup."

A deep voice came from behind.

Gu Wenyue didn't look back, and lowered his eyes to stir the hot porridge with a spoon.

Teacher Zhao said: "Hey, if you told me yesterday, I could order some fine noodles for you. You can also set aside a portion of chicken soup in advance."

The more Gu Wen drank the porridge, he said disgustingly to the people who came by: "Don't talk nonsense, I can eat anything."

After speaking, his head was rubbed by his broad palm, which was very warm.

Gu Wenyue turned his head away: "My hair is messed up!"

Like a naughty kid.

Take the palm away, and fiddle with him a little bit: "No mess."

Teacher Zhao smiled: "Mr. Gu is very handsome, even if his hair is a little messy... messy and handsome."

"Haha."

Gu Wenyue couldn't help laughing until his shoulders trembled. As soon as he raised his eyes, they bumped into Gu Jincheng's deep phoenix eyes. He stopped smiling, "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Gu Jincheng pulled away the long stool, took a pair of chopsticks, and picked some side dishes for him, "Ms. Zhao's pickled radish, try it."

Gu Wenyue tasted it obediently: "It's delicious."

Teacher Zhao said: "Really? Does Mr. Gu like to eat?"

"It's really clear, very crisp." Gu Wen tasted it carefully, "It's not spicy, it's a bit sweet in the salty taste."

"It's the flavor I like."

Teacher Zhao was surprised that he could say so many words, and said with a smile: "I still have several cans here."

She took out a jar from the cupboard, "Mr. Gu, you don't mind, take a jar with you?"

"Really?" Gu Wenyue was a little embarrassed.

What is it called if someone asks for pickled radishes?

Gu Jincheng pressed his finger on the lid of the jar: "Take it."

"Go back and try it with shredded chicken noodles."

Gu Wenyue laughed muffledly: "Okay."

Looking across the knuckle fingers on the lid, he remembered something else, immediately closed his smile again, and drank the porridge sullenly.

He lowered his head and picked up a small bun, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you play ball anymore?"

Gu Jincheng said: "I didn't fight at first, I played with them."

Seeing how gentle he is eating, he is even more obedient than the little monkey outside.

"We'll go back after you finish eating."

The more Gu Wen thought about it, so he came here to stay for two nights every month?Eat some chicken raised in the mountains, pure natural vegetables, and make trouble with the children?

But it seems to be not bad, at least compared to being busy at Gu's family and Zhiyuan Group, it can be regarded as stealing half a day of leisure.

When they were about to leave, the children surrounded them, raising their bright little faces, their big eyes fluttering with reluctance.

Under the warm early winter sun, Gu Wenyue was surrounded by a group of little guys and left the ancient village. He met more old people along the way than yesterday. Almost all the old people in this small and quaint village were basking outside in the sun.

Everyone greeted them all the way and said goodbye.

When Gu Wenyue got into the car, he saw many small carrot heads looking out under the big ginkgo tree.

He even felt a little uncomfortable.

Covering his eyebrows with a palm: "Don't look. Go home."

Gu Wenyue fell back on the back of the chair, humming softly: "What the hell is it that I want to come here? Why don't you have any feelings?"

How touching is it to send such a sincere farewell to such a young child?

Gu Jincheng withdrew his hand and smiled softly: "I come once every half a month."

"Do you think I have feelings?"

Gu Wen smacked more and more, it seemed that he did too.

The Maybach drove off the main road, and Gu Wenyue said softly, "Next time you come, help me bring some gifts for them."

This time I came empty-handed, and when I left, I brought a can of pickled radish, which is a bit embarrassing.

Gu Jincheng pressed down the car window and looked at the fallow farmland beside the road. The cold wind was blowing in slowly, and he gave a dispensable "hmm".

After boarding the private jet, Gu Wenyue lay on the sofa in the passenger area and watched a movie.

Let the flight attendant help to choose, "Farewell My Concubine".

For some reason, looking at it, my eyes were itchy, and my eyes were full of tears.

He cried when he looked at Cheng Dieyi; he cried when he looked at Juxian;

At first, no one bothered him, it was the stewardess who brought water and fruit, seeing that he was crying in a bad way, so he hurried to the business class in the front row quietly.

Gu Jincheng was communicating a document with his assistant Zheng Ye.

Zheng Ye raised his eyes and saw the flight attendant walking in panic: "What's wrong?"

The flight attendant was afraid of disturbing Mr. Gu, so he pointed to the audio-visual rest area with some embarrassment: "Mr. Gu, he..."

Just as Zheng Ye was about to get up, he saw Mr. Gu on the opposite side had dropped the documents and almost rushed over.

Documents were strewn all over the table and the floor.

The flight attendant quickly said, "Mr. Gu is crying."

Zheng Ye was startled, but thinking that he should have nothing to do with himself, he bent down to pack the files.

The stewardess squatted down to pick it up.

Zheng Ye stopped: "Don't move, you go do something else."

Some files are not easy for anyone to move.

The stewardess knew the rules and got up quickly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

She retreated back to her place.

While picking it up, Zheng Ye thought, Mr. Gu's treatment of Master Wenyue is...

— Subtle.

On the sofa in the audio-visual area.

As soon as Gu Jincheng came in, he saw him hugging the pillow and crying, alone, crying so sadly, his peach blossom eyes were red, tears filled the eye sockets, and he couldn't help but want to fall.

On the screen, Concubine Yu with heavy makeup was about to kill herself with a long sword.

Gu Jincheng said coldly: "Wen Yue, don't look at it."

He stepped forward, picked up the tablet device that controls the screen, and prepared to turn it off.

Gu Wen grabbed his arm anxiously: "Don't——this movie is good."

He hugged the tablet and snatched it back.

Gu Jincheng helped him to sit down, and wiped him with a tissue: "Don't cry, it's just a movie."

——It was the first time I was so flustered.

Gu Wenyue stared blankly at the people on the screen: "Fake dramas can be so good, how wonderful is real life?"

"This kind of person should make movies. What kind of actor should I be? I just want to commit crimes."

He shook his head and said foolishly: "I won't act anymore, and I won't accept movie jobs in the future."

As he spoke, tears came out again.

Gu Jincheng frowned thickly, quickly hugged him tightly, pressed his palms on his shoulders and rubbed vigorously: "If you don't take pictures, you won't take pictures. I'll pay someone else to take pictures for you, okay?"

"Wen Yue, don't feel bad."

Finally, Bombardier slowly landed at the airport in Beijing, but the movie is not over yet.

The flight attendants and other responders were waiting for news, but no one came down for a long time.

Zheng Ye laughed angrily, and said jokingly to the flight attendant: "Tell me, what "Farewell My Concubine" did you play for Master Wenyue. Three hours, our trip is only two and a half hours."

"It's a good thing you didn't play the former Soviet Union's "War and Peace", otherwise you, me, and everyone would have stood here waiting for a long time?"

The flight attendant said awkwardly but politely: "Mr. Zheng, don't be angry. Master Wenyue started watching it 10 minutes after boarding the plane. With this calculation, you can get off in four or ten minutes at most."

It can't be her fault, how did she know this would happen?She asked worriedly, "Boss Gu won't punish me for this, will he?"

"That's not so."

Zheng Ye sighed: "Hey, when you encounter something about Master Wenyue in the future, be careful in everything."

The flight attendant replied: "Understood."

How careful is this to think of?

You actually have to watch it before getting off the plane, so can't you... go home and watch it?

The captain came out and asked, "Where's Mr. Gu? Mr. Gu can't persuade him?"

Zheng Ye said: "Mr. Gu is watching with me."

The others looked at each other.

- Weird.

At the same time, on the business jet apron, a small private jet was preparing to take off.

On the plane, two middle-aged men sat facing each other.

One is Liu Maoxu who is in the real estate business, and his opposite is Japanese businessman Matsudaira.

From the window, they also saw the luxurious and luxurious Bombardier not far away slowly stabilizing.

Matsudaira looked intently, with a strange accent in Chinese, and asked slowly: "Which rich man's private jet is this? Bombardier, at least 7000 million US dollars?"

Over forty years old, the handsome boss Liu Maoxu said with a smile: "Mr. Matsudaira has dealt with the other party? I heard that you came to China from Japan, and he was the first person you approached."

Songping came to his senses, turned his eyes, and asked, "Zhiyuan Group? Gu Jincheng?"

He naturally remembered the competition with Gu Jincheng in the Budokan.

Liu Maoxu nodded slightly.

At this time the private plane took off, Songping asked curiously: "Mr. Liu, do you know this Gu Jincheng? I heard that his origin is unknown. Before, no one knew of his existence."

Liu Maoxu showed a mysterious smile, and nodded Songping: "You are asking the right person."

Songping bowed his head towards the other party very politely, and said respectfully: "I know that Mr. Liu has dealt with his father Gu Chong a lot, so I must know Gu Jincheng's background? I hope you will not hesitate to enlighten me, I am willing to listen."

Liu Maoxu seemed to sigh and said: "This kid is Gu Chong's son who lived outside."

Songping was surprised: "Stay away? The child of a third party?"

Liu Maoxu shrugged his shoulders: "No, the original one was born to him, and he was found when he became an adult. We, outsiders, don't know exactly what happened."

Songping was surprised: "So there is such a thing?"

Liu Maoxu asked his secretary to bring red wine, and poured it for Songping himself: "When I was discussing business with Gu Chong, Gu Jincheng was still wearing crotch pants."

Speaking of this, he sneered: "Mr. Songping has just arrived, so he went straight to Gu Jincheng. If you had known me earlier, maybe you wouldn't have to be angry with Gu Jincheng for a business."

As soon as he reminded him, Songping naturally remembered the fight with Gu Jincheng. He held the wine glass and didn't say anything, because he was still in business with Liu Maoxu, so he could only hide his displeasure first.

Four 10 minutes later.

Business jet apron.

Gu Jincheng, who was as cold as ice, walked down Bombardier with Gu Wenyue, who was wearing a mask and hat.

The flight attendants on the private jet and the ground staff and reception staff waiting below were all relieved.

Now everyone knows,

A wayward young master of the Gu family watched a movie on the plane and didn't want to go home, but Mr. Gu, who usually cherishes time like gold, even watched it with him.

Everyone is guessing, what kind of movie is so good.