I took the bathroom that I was about to get up and go to the room. Before I could walk two steps, I suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at Gu Jiu seriously, and asked:

"How is Qin Liang?"

Gu Jiuyun responded calmly and said, "It's okay, Loren will pick him up tomorrow."

He nodded thoughtfully, "I donated all the inheritance left by the old man, only the experimental center. If you rest assured, where can I send Qin Liang?"

Gu Jiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and responded.

Anyway, I already know his physical affairs, and it doesn't make any sense to hide them anymore. It would be better to use Hall Rosbash's laboratory, including medical talents, to see if I can go further in drug treatment...

"Don't you... ask about the content of the ransom?" Gu Jiu asked tentatively. He wanted to know if Fu Lingjiang had told her about spade-k.

He blinked his eyes briefly, was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips slightly, and hesitated: "How much is this...?"

Gu Jiu raised his eyebrows and responded calmly: "About 1.2 billion, and there is also real estate cooperation in Singapore. He probably will divide it into tens of millions."

Simple and dull open their mouths, then suddenly reacted, frowned, and threw themselves into Gu Jiu's arms with heartache. He raised his aggrieved little face and spoke out:

"Gu Jiu, otherwise, we will give him Qin Liang!"

This little fool is too valuable!

One hundred and ninety billion!

Oh my god, she has never seen so much money in her life! What does it mean! I will give it to someone if I say I give it to someone!

Gu Jiu's eyes were full of helplessness and doting. He held Jian's face with heartache and frowned with his eyebrows, and said with gratitude: "Fortunately you escaped, otherwise, it would be more than just 1.2 billion!"

It was Gu Jiu who said this. The gloom in her heart still could not be relieved. If she had known that she would have found a way to save the little fool!

One hundred and two billion!

Oh, my heart hurts very much—

Summary suddenly turned red and breathed in big mouthfuls, as if she couldn't breathe.

Gu Jiu quickly let go of the simplicity in his arms, helped her to the bed and sat down, comforting her at a loss:

"Don't worry, it's not a big loss for me and Gu. Don't worry, you can relax!"

He was afraid of simplicity and didn't let him go so anxiously...

His chest was falling all over his head, and he didn't forget to reach out and patted Gu Jiu on the head, "The loss is not big? More than one billion, brother!"

"Then you donated all your millions of dollars. Aren't you quite chic and generous?"

Gu Jiu felt a little wronged. For Gu Group or Spade-K, more than one billion yuan, it was just a piece of meat missing on each meal, and the loss was really not big.

"I'm so called a gentleman who loves money and gets it well. Then millions are not my money. The old man wants to use this inheritance to force me to visit him to chant scriptures every Qingming Festival. He thinks beautifully!" Simple breathing became more and more rapid. It seemed that something was blocking his chest, and he couldn't get in and didn't come out.

She stood up and made a gesture to walk towards the door-

Gu Jiu reached out and grabbed it, "What are you going to do?"

He covered his chest with one hand, took a deep breath, and said with a look of regret, "I want to go to the Queen's Club, and that bitch Fu obviously killed you. I'm going to come back!"

This is too greedy! It costs 1.29 billion yuan, and at least it is a price!

Gu Jiu was a little helpless and funny. He grabbed the simple wrist and used some force to pull her back into his arms. His voice was magnetically intoxicating:

"Don't feel sorry for Gu's money. You can make money in less than a few months. You are the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family of hundreds of billions. Can you be more generous?"

He raised his eyes briefly, made a sarcastic sound, and said sarcastically: "No wonder most of these people have the mentality of hating the rich!"

For rich people, money is just paper and numbers.

But for those living at the grassroots level, money is more important than oxygen and is indispensable in life...

"Okay, go to the bathroom and I'll go down to make a glass of milk for you. After drinking, we will go to bed and return to China tomorrow."

Gu Jiu put his big palm on his simple head, rubbed her hair, and then turned around and left the room-

Gu Jiu absent-mindedly walked down the stairs layer by layer, with a slight corner of his mouth slightly curled, and there was a little light in his eyes.

He thought, and thought that after simply knowing that he was a mental illness, he would not want him anymore...

fine.

She is still her, and she is still his simplicity.

...

In the kitchen on the first floor, a figure stood in front of the cabinet, staring at the kettle, a little stunned.

Gu Jiu looked at the back for a while, then shouted tentatively:

"Principal Chen?"

Chen Qingmin came to his senses, looked back at Gu Jiu behind him, smiled far-fetchedly, and asked, "It's so late, I'm not asleep yet!"

"I'll come down and get a glass of milk."

"I haven't lived in my house for a long time. All the refrigerators have passed. I've boiled water. You can get a glass later!"

Gu Jiu responded lightly, sat in the restaurant, waiting for the kettle in front of Chen Qingmin to boil.

After a moment, Chen Qingmin suddenly came over and stammered and said, "That... can you ask for a favor?"

"Hmm?" Gu Jiu's eyes were a little confused.

Chen Qingmin opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he seemed to have some concerns. He swallowed the words he had to his mouth again, said with a far-fetched smile that was okay, then turned around and continued to look at the teapot that was about to boil.

He originally wanted Gu Jiu to talk to Jian Xi and ask him what he thought about him...

But thinking about it, don’t cause trouble for your children.

Then, Chen Qingmin poured half a cup of boiling water and handed it to Gu Jiu. Gu Jiu thanked him lightly and took it upstairs-

Simple lying on the bed face down, motionless. Gu Jiu put the boiling water on the head of the bed, pressed it up without saying anything, and his big palm began to freely...

Simple was almost suffocated to death. He raised his head, gasped in big mouthfuls, turned his head to look at Gu Jiu with his eyes dark behind him, and looked disgusted:

"You want to murder?"

Gu Jiu lowered her eyes, gently sucked the fragrance on her body, and his voice became hoarse: "I miss you so much."

I was stunned for a moment. I really didn’t have any resistance to Gu Jiu’s showing weakness.

She missed him very much, too.

but……

He simply rolled his eyes and said dazedly: "Brother, let's stop at this time!"

Her aunt today will be him who will be uncomfortable at that time.

Gu Jiu frowned, breathed heavily, took out his big palm from the simple clothes, pulled the quilt on the side and covered it on the simple head, turned around and went to the bathroom.

Even if he has not had a menstrual period today, he cannot touch her.

After all, she must be very uncomfortable!

I heard the sound of the bathroom door on the bed, pulled the quilt on my body, curled up, and my eyes were inexplicably red...

When Gu Jiu came out, the simple and light eyes on the bed were closed, and I didn’t know if I had fallen asleep.

Gu Jiu carefully lay on the bed that was a little small for him, leaning on his side, and reached out to hug her tightly in his arms...

Gu Jiu had a problem when he was sleeping. No, it should be said that he had a habit of sleeping with simple. He always liked to hold her tightly. After falling asleep, he would unconsciously put his legs on simple, which led to sometimes, in the middle of the night, simple was awakened by the weight of his body...

But she likes Gu Jiu who relies on him like this.

For example, now, the embrace behind her makes her feel at ease and relax.

...

The next morning at 10:30.

Villa Saiweide.

A few years ago, Fu Lingjiang came to Villa Seveheide with her mother's ashes. Although Carlos Seveheide never admitted that he was his son, he kept him and gave him the second room on the east side of the first floor, which was the room next to the servant's room for him to live in...

After joining the Grosvenor Group, he had his own assets and rarely came back to live.

Unless it is the owner of the Sevehead family who is forced to recall it.

In the living room, more than twenty servants stood carefully in three rows, lowering their heads, and did not dare to look at anything that shouldn't be seen.

Fu Lingjiang, in formal clothes, knelt beside the sofa, his upper body kneeling straight, his eyes drooping like ink, looking at the pair of handmade leather shoes worth six figures in front of him, without any emotional fluctuations.

There was Xiu standing beside him.

Carlos Seveheid's turbid gray-green eyes looked indifferently at Fu Lingjiang who was kneeling humbly in front of him, and turned his head to look at El beside him. His voice seemed to squeeze out from the gap in his throat, a little silence:

"El, take the family method."

El lowered his head and bent down, responded, then turned and left the living room.

Carlos saw Fu Lingjiang kneeling on the ground still cold, even a little... disgusted.

He asked sternly, "Jiang, what did I say earlier?"

Fu Lingjiang's eyes moved and he responded in a fluent English whispered: "Your Excellency, you said earlier that I cannot appear in public with the people of the Hayveside family."
To be continued...