“……”

After a long time, the end of the mobile phone did not ring for a long time, Su Man took the mobile phone suspiciously, looked at the screen, and was indeed on the phone.

She asked tentatively, "Mr. Gu?" ”

"Go and find out where Sui Qian is now." A magnetic male voice came low.

Gu Jinghuan looked at the photo in his hand, a four- or five-year-old boy, staring at the camera with a pair of phoenix eyes slightly squinted, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if he was not happy to be photographed.

"I'll do it right away."

Suman didn't know what was going on yet, but she didn't need to ask why.

As long as there is nothing related to Miss Asahi you don't need to ask, because ...... Mr. Gu is generally irrational when dealing with matters involving Miss Qian.

End the call.

Gu Jinghuan threw his mobile phone on the coffee table, and a gloating baritone sounded in his ears, "Do you think my image is particularly tall?" Look, I've got you a picture of the little guy right now. There's no backup for this one. ”

"Qiao's is going out of business? Are you so idle? Sitting on the sofa, Gu Jinghuan asked coldly.

Qiao Guanlin is one of Gu Jinghuan's few friends, he is the second young man of Qiao's family, and he is currently the president of Qiao's.

The protagonist of one of the incidents, Mrs. Joe, is his own brother and sister. When Wang Lin called Qiao's, he was next to his younger brother.

Looking at the photo in Gu Jinghuan's hand, Qiao Guanlin's eyes lit up, "Aren't I concerned about my godson." Look at this little face, it's really carved out of the same mold as you. This is really unusual, and I gave birth to a son without making a noise. You said that you make so much money all day long, but you don't even know that you have a son, Gu Laosan, you really lived in vain......"

"......" Gu Jinghuan pinched the corner of the photo and pulled his lips, "Are you itching?" Do you want to practice with me? ”

When the words fell, Qiao Guanlin's laughter disappeared instantly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "Resolutely don't practice!" I didn't dare to go out for a week after practicing with you last time, and my bones were as if they had been dismantled. Although I am not afraid of you, those little girls who are like flowers and jade are still waiting for me to be lucky. ”

Seeing that Gu Jinghuan exuded a dangerous aura around him, Qiao Guanlin jumped up quickly, "What beauty has already stripped naked and is lying on the bed waiting for me, master, I won't accompany you." ”

Qiao Guanlin fled the office with a "whoosh", and a fragrant breeze wafted by where he passed......

The office was finally clean, Gu Jinghuan leaned back on the big sofa a little tiredly, revealing his slender neck, putting one hand on the neckline and pulling the tie, and then stopped moving.

Knowing that she has a son who looks eight points like him, he is now full of mixed feelings.

Even Qiao Guanlin regarded the child as his, but he never touched her at all.

He was thirty-three years old, again in his current position. He could not be without women, and it is no exaggeration to say that the women who want to climb into his bed are like fish swimming in the deep sea, and there are countless of them.

But only for her, he never dared to think about it.

Yes, it's Xiao Xiang.

He was thrown in the United States by the Gu family from birth and left to fend for himself.

When he was a child, he lived in the slums of Brooklyn, and his biggest worry every day was the landing of the next meal, and the happiest thing every day was to finally eat a full meal today.

When he was young, he robbed, stolen, and cheated. He has done a lot of unbearable things to make a living.

His hands are not so clean.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the first twenty-five years of his Gu Jinghuan life, his life was full of darkness, dirt, and blood.

And what about shallowness? From childhood to adulthood, she was like a noble, elegant and kind princess, as pure as a pure white snow lotus.

She was the first and only "clean" person Gu Jinghuan saw.

So, how could he be willing to touch her?

She had a son, staring at the little guy who was incomparably similar to herself, Gu Jinghuan's heart was shocked, happy, confused, and puzzled, these emotions were entangled in his heart, so that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He slowly opened his deep eyes—

Excuse me, I need you to give me an explanation!