Su Xiaoqing was packing her luggage in the room when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

When Bai Wenhui entered the door, she saw Su Xiaoqing stuffing all her clothes into the box.

"Did you really decide to go back to school?" Bai Wenhui stood aside to help fold the clothes.

Su Xiaoqing pulled the hair between her ears, and said with a pale smile: "Since my mother died, at this time of year, I won't live at home, haven't I been like this all these years?" Besides, Dad probably didn't want to see me for a while, and I didn't want to quarrel with him about anything, so I'll be back when this is over. ”

Bai Wenhui sighed, put down the clothes in her hand, pulled Su Xiaoqing to sit on the edge of the bed, and said with pity: "Xiaoqing, don't blame your father, he just cares too much about the company, the company was left to him by your grandfather, and he doesn't want to ruin your grandfather's life's work." It's not that he doesn't love you, he just loves you in the wrong way, you have to understand him. ”

Su Xiaoqing pursed her pink lips tightly and bowed her head silently.

Seeing her like this, Bai Wenhui gently patted the back of her hand twice, and said softly: "Xiaoqing, you are still young, my aunt tells you as a person who has come over, women, the most important thing in this life is to live happily and happily, and the basis of happiness and happiness is material, without material foundation, everything else is empty, your father and he are fighting so hard to give you a superior living environment, so if you follow that Mo Ziliang......"

The more Su Xiaoqing listened to Bai Wenhui's words, the more she felt that something was wrong, she lowered her face and rushed people and said, "Auntie, I have elective classes at night, if you are fine, go and get busy yourself, I will pack my things and go back to school." ”

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand from Bai Wenhui's hand, got up and began to pack her clothes.

Bai Wenhui's mouth opened, and she got up awkwardly to help clean it up.

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50th Floor, Fengxing Building, President's Office.

Gu Xiaoran stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window with red wine, looking down at the street scene downstairs, without any emotion in his eyes.

Qinghe took a bag of papers and walked through the door and began to report to work.

"Young master, several relevant personnel of the 'Nige' hotel last night have been dismissed, but the person who sent the young lady upstairs has not been found, and at present, the police are still secretly tracking. In addition, the person in charge of the hotel said that they also want to send someone to apologize to you in person about what happened last night, and it is estimated that someone will arrive at the company before work. ”

"Come to the company? How dare you come to my company to talk about such a thing, what are their ideas? Refused! ”

Gu Xiaoran picked up one of the documents, glanced at it casually, threw it back on the table, and motioned for Qinghe to continue.

Qinghe smiled, immediately suppressed his expression, and said seriously: "Young master, the marriage agreement has been processed, and the marriage certificate has been completed, but I need a photo, I will go to find a photo of Mrs. Zhang later......"

Gu Xiaoran turned around leisurely, put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Find a photo of her, find a photo of me, and then photoshop our photos together to make a photo on the marriage certificate?" ”

Qinghe laughed dryly, and was actually recognized by the young master.

After thinking about it, Qinghe said understandingly: "Young master, didn't the young lady just leave, she always asked her to run errands, which is not very good, after all, she still has to go to school." ”

Qinghe rarely went against his will, and it was actually for Su Xiaoqing?

Gu Xiaoran sat on the sofa and commanded: "Qinghe, you will think about your young lady, but, my wife, do you still need to go to school?" Tell her not to study, hurry up and take a photo of the marriage certificate, marriage is important! ”