Yang Xiaoxiao didn't know why she came here, but the first place she thought of was the Bauhinia Garden that Gu Qingcheng brought her to last night.

The garbage bin in front of her rang twice, she was shocked, her heart was not good, and sure enough, she heard Gu Qingcheng's voice.

"Not ready to come out yet?"

Anyway, she couldn't hide, and the leg that was squatting behind Si Siqing was also a little numb, she walked out, stomped her foot, and the corner of her eyes swept to Gu Qingcheng, who was staring at him, raised her head, and was just about to smile at him, but she didn't expect that this 10,000-year-old iceberg face actually smiled at her first.

The expression on Yang Xiaoxiao's face was blank for a moment, just because of Gu Qingcheng's smile just now, she felt as if her heart had been pinched by a small hand.

Gu Qingcheng reached out and plucked the two dead grass leaves on Yang Xiaoxiao's head, threw them away, threw the lighter into his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and turned around and walked towards the floor.

Yang Xiaoxiao was stunned in place for a long time before hurriedly following behind, but there was always a distance of three meters between her and Gu Qingcheng, and when Gu Qingcheng's footsteps slowed down, her footsteps slowed down even more.

"Mr. Gu, I came out of Yang's house, I have no place to live, can I spend a night at your house?" In just one night, I have already found the house and will pay the rent tomorrow. ”

Gu Qingcheng didn't answer, nor did he stop, until Gu Qingcheng opened the door and went in, leaving her standing alone in the corridor.

The voice-activated lights overhead turned on and off.

Yang Xiaoxiao directly took off the backpack and sat on the ground against the wall.

She has always been at ease with what she encounters, and she has never cared about other people's faces, but if the other party is Xu Muheng now......

In fact, she is now more and more unsure whether this person is Xu Muheng or not.

Three years ago, she personally pushed Xu Muheng's mutilated body into the crematorium, and then held the urn in her hand and traded from Yang Dongliang to buy a cemetery in the Eastern District and bury the ashes in it.

I still remember the day of the burial, it was about evening, the sky was cloudy and rainy, and in front of Xu Muheng's tombstone, there were only her and the gatekeeper of the cemetery.

The gatekeeper asked, "Who is he?" ”

Then Yang Xiaoxiao looked at the photo and smiled, "My love." ”

A spot of light suddenly lit up in the dark corridor, casting squarely into the darkness from inside the door, as if it were a gate to heaven.

Yang Xiaoxiao looked over, and cast a long figure on the ground, and after a while, the figure shook and re-entered, but the door was not closed.

She thought for three seconds, got up from the ground, carried her bag, entered the door, looked at Gu Qingcheng's figure who just wanted to go upstairs, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu." ”

Gu Qingcheng went upstairs halfway, turned around, and propped his elbows on the staircase railing, "I'm not a philanthropist, I won't give for nothing, you always have to do something to make me feel worth it." ”

Yang Xiaoxiao carried the bag and didn't move, staring at Gu Qingcheng with a pair of dark eyes, and nodded knowingly.

Gu Qingcheng asked, "Understood?" ”

Yang Xiaoxiao said: "Understood." ”

Gu Qingcheng returned to the room, took a shower, looked at the two documents, and carefully read the Yang family's documents for a while, then threw them aside.

The Yang family is actually only an empty shell now, and it can be said that it is easy to get it.

The private mobile phone rang, Gu Qingcheng took out the mobile phone and took a look, it was Gu Qingliang, and he didn't plan to answer it, so he pressed the mute button directly.

Knock knock.

There were a few knocks on the door.

Gu Qingcheng rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Come in!" ”

No one came in.

He walked over and opened the door, and when the door opened, it was Yang Xiaoxiao who was wearing a white bathrobe, his hair was still wet and dripping down, and his eyes were dizzy, and he looked like a poor deer.

"Mr. Gu, I'm a very conservative person, can I discuss something with you."

Gu Qingcheng's gaze was cold, from Yang Xiaoxiao's slender ankles, up to the tips of her dripping hair, and then locked her soft cheeks that were steaming with hot water, and the tail note went up: "Huh? ”