Chapter Eighty-Six: He's Not Simple
After Gao Xuan left, Jiang Xiaobei got up from under the table.
Gu Tingchen looked at her coldly, Jiang Xiaobei straightened his messed hair, and in a blink of an eye, he saw his prey-like gaze.
"Are you dealing with the Gao family?" Jiang Xiaobei asked lately.
"Yes."
Gu Tingchen didn't hesitate, but Jiang Xiaobei felt that his ears were hot, and the sentence "for me" was not said for a long time.
This person doesn't seem to be as annoying as he used to be.
Jiang Xiaobei touched his still painful face and gasped.
Gu Tingchen got up from his seat, his long and tall figure approaching her, and his magnetic voice was like an electric current sweeping through Jiang Xiaobei's nerve endings.
"What more do you want to ask?" With his slender hands propped up on the table, Jiang Xiaobei was forced to retreat by him, but behind him was the desk, against his waist, and there was no way to retreat.
"Don't get so close." Jiang Xiaobei stretched out his hand to block him.
Gu Tingchen clasped Jiang Xiaobei's wrist: "What else do you want to ask?" ā
"I-you're dealing with the Gao family for me?"
"Yes."
Jiang Xiaobei: Is it necessary for "......" to be so honest? It's not that good to say, and now she doesn't even know how to respond to him.
"What else do you want to say?" Gu Tingchen's deep dark eyes seemed to look into her eyes and see the panic in her heart.
"Why?" Jiang Xiaobei bit her lip, and her eyes were a little touched.
After her father left, no one took her lead, and her aunt would only blindly endure it.
When she was a freshman, Jiang Weiguo was missing for a year, and she had a more rebellious personality at that time, so she fought with people at school in order to let Jiang Weiguo come out.
As a result, she was demerited, and her aunt Su Yalan also went to school, and she apologized to the other party first, but she didn't ask her why she was fighting.
Although he did not reproach her, he did not comfort her.
"Gu Tingchen." Jiang Xiaobei took a breath and suddenly hugged Gu Tingchen, Gu Tingchen didn't react, he was stunned, and when he tightened his arm, Jiang Xiaobei pushed it away.
The embrace suddenly fell short, making him frown.
Jiang Xiaobei snorted: "Thank you, but don't meddle in this matter." ā
"Say it again." Gu Tingchen said coldly.
"She beat me, I was very painful, but more heartache, you helped me deal with the Gao family, I don't have the slightest pleasure of revenge. She left me when I was very young and I don't have deep feelings for her. ā
Jiang Xiaobei paused, and nodded as if convincing himself to confirm that the relationship was not deep.
"So don't deal with the Gao family, I know what is going on in your business, one more friend is better than one enemy, Gao Xuan is not a simple person."
"Are you worried that the Gao family dog will jump off the wall and hurt me?" Gu Tingchen pursed his thin lips, and his cold and hard facial lines seemed to have softened.
"Well, his background is not simple." Jiang Xiaobei wanted to investigate who the person who snatched her mother away was, but as soon as she checked, she came across some confidential documents.
Many of these documents are against the law, and she made a copy of it, and the USB flash drive is still in the house where she used to live.
But she was found out and didn't continue.
When Jiang Xiaobei was thinking, he liked to keep his head down, his fingers tapping his chin, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
"Have you hacked into the Gao Group?"
"I have hacked, but I didn't continue, and his company also hired an anti-hack team." Jiang Xiaobei spared his head, "I can't do it." ā
Most of the light outside the window was blocked by Gu Tingchen, and when Jiang Xiaobei reacted, he realized that the two were so close.
"IāI'm going back to work."
Hearing this, the corners of Gu Tingchen's lips hooked slightly, taking in her crampedness: "Do you know where your seat is?" ā
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