Chapter 82

On the second day of work, Ling Moxue was called to the office by Manager Qiao. He gave her a stack of documents with a strange expression and an unnatural smile.

"Miss Ling, please send these materials to the president's office."

Ling Moxue stared at his face, wondering, "Who is it for?"

"Director."

...

The office opened, and Secretary Ying announced carefully, but Gu Jincheng, who was sitting on the chair, did not raise his head.

He was wearing a gray slim-fit shirt and a blue tie, and he was looking at a document with his head down.

Ling Moxue walked in with the documents in her arms, stared at him, and felt inexplicably tight.

This man is very much like Gu Mingxuan, his facial features are as handsome as carvings, but he looks more mature and mature.

And the years didn't seem to have left many traces on his face. On the contrary, the eyebrows and eyes rendered by the years were sharper and colder than ordinary people, handsome and majestic.

He just sat so quietly, the cold breath exuding from his whole body also enveloped the bright and bright office with a layer of slowly flowing cold air.

Ling Moxue had never gotten to know the Gu family well, but the chairman in front of her made people feel awe without knowing it.

"Chairman, hello!" She walked over gently and said respectfully.

Hearing the sound, Gu Jincheng's gaze slowly moved away from the document, landed on Ling Moxue's skirt, and then moved up coldly, until he saw her face, his eyes tightened and his expression changed slightly.

"Your name is Ling Moxue?"

Ling Moxue nodded, "Yes, Chairman." tqR1

Gu Jincheng frowned again, put down the pen in his hand, pointed to the table, and calmly said, "Put down the materials."

Ling Moxue put down the things in her hands, smiled and nodded towards him, just about to say goodbye and leave, Gu Jincheng said again, "Your father is Ling Zhongxiao?"

Ling Moxue was startled, "Chairman, do you know my father?"

"I don't know." Gu Jincheng's expression was indifferent, his sharp eyes were still staring at her face, "Who is your biological mother?"

Ling Moxue began to feel uncomfortable. The middle-aged man looked majestic and fixed his eyes on her. Anyone would have thought that he already knew about the scandal between her and Gu Mingxuan.

But, how much does this have to do with my parents?

"Chairman, why are you asking this question?"

Ling Moxue calmed down. Having experienced ups and downs in her life, once a problem came before her, she would not panic too much.

Gu Jincheng's pupils shrunk slightly, and a strange expression crossed his face, thinking that Ling Moxue's rhetorical question surprised him a little.

"Let's talk casually." He took a sip of water from his teacup, still calm.

"Her name is Yao Yizhen."

Hearing this, Gu Jincheng paused for a moment, his eyes flickered before he slowly put down his teacup, raised his head, and smiled faintly at Ling Moxue.

"I heard that the jewelry you designed is very distinctive, which is very good. Maybe you don't know it yet. Our group attaches great importance to talents. Next week, a jewelry branch of the group will be established in the United States. An experienced designer is needed there. After staying abroad for so many years, I should have a better understanding of international fashion trends, I wonder if you would like to go?"

Ling Moxue thumped in her heart, her complexion changed slightly, and in an instant, she felt the air-conditioning in the office wrapping her in layers.

My hands and feet are cold, and my heart is even colder.

The Gu family... still try to drive her away!

Taking a deep breath, Ling Moxue endured the pain in her heart, and replied calmly: "Chairman, I can't answer you now because I still have two children."

"Well, think about it. If you don't want to lose this opportunity, you can call me." Gu Jincheng picked up a bronzing business card from the table.

Ling Moxue hesitated, bit her lower lip, and took it under his majestic gaze...

She left, Gu Jincheng picked up a cigar and put it in his mouth, moved the laptop, and opened his mailbox.

One of the e-mails contained several photos, and he clicked on one of them and stared at it for a long time...

That's right, this Ling Moxue looks a bit like Xia Yanni in the photo, her junior, her first girlfriend in college.

The year he graduated, he was ruthlessly abandoned by her.

The elementary school girl in the photo has long hair, a melon-seeded face, big eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, a high nose, a slight smile, and two beautiful dimples on her face.

However, such a beautiful Xia Yanni was once treated in a certain mental hospital abroad. It is said that she has a man who will never leave by her side, which is probably her blessing.

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang, Gu Jincheng picked it up, and said quietly: "Dinner with the old man tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

Chen Yilan on the other side hung up the phone after hearing this, turned her head and said to the daughter next to her, "Your father went to see the old man as soon as he came back last night, and he will go again tonight."

Gu Xinyan saw her mother's dissatisfaction and loss, and could not help but sympathize.

"Mom, it's not that you don't know Dad's temper. You must be a machismo! The more verbose you are, the more he will ignore you. You, why don't you be gentle with him while Dad is at home this time."

She winked at her mother ambiguously, and said, "Dad is still young, you have to know how to please him."

"What are you talking about, it's not serious." Chen Yilan pushed her daughter away.

Gu Xinyan thought of what her husband had said, so she was naturally worried.

"Mom, I'm serious. Dad is the most attractive at this age. Not to mention Madam, even little girls are easy to fall in love with him. You'd better hurry up."

Chen Yilan didn't want to discuss this issue with her daughter. Her husband was handsome and attractive. She knew it when she was young. At that time, she was selected by him because she was overwhelmed.

"Don't talk about your father, tell me, did you add fuel to Mingxuan's affairs when you chatted with your father last night?" Chen Yilan looked at her daughter seriously.

"No, I'm telling the truth." Gu Xinyan avoided her mother's probing eyes.

Chen Yilan sighed, "I asked your dad to come back just because the old man misses him, why are you talking so much to your dad?"

"Mom, I can see your intentions, you don't want to be a bad person, that's why you asked your father to come forward and call Mingxuan away, and let him come back and take control of the situation, otherwise, Mingxuan's reputation will be ruined, right? "

Chen Yilan didn't speak, her delicate face was clear and cold.

"Mom, I have to tell you something. I want Xing'er to change her class." Seeing that her mother was silent and unwilling to talk about Gu Mingxuan, Gu Xinyan changed the topic.

"Why change?" Chen Yilan was slightly surprised.

"He listens to Ling Qiyang's brother and sister very much now. The last time we went to a French restaurant, it was the letter from Xing'er Bao. I found this secret from his mobile phone."

"So, Xing'er became their eyeliner?"

"Yes, according to his own words, he is an undercover agent." Gu Xinyan shook her head with a funny smile, "He was really fascinated by that little sauerkraut, and he asked Mingxuan when he would be back early this morning."

The cute little sauerkraut appeared in front of Chen Yilan's eyes, and she couldn't help but curled her lips and sighed: "I don't know why, but I feel happy when I see Ling Moxue's two children, they are cute and smart."

"Mom, you don't imagine that they are your own granddaughters, your own grandsons, do you?"

Chen Yilan smiled shyly, "If it's true, I'd laugh even in my dreams."

"Huh? Mom, so you like Ling Moxue too?"

Chen Yilan didn't start, seeing Mi Rongxing coming down the stairs, she immediately smiled and said, "Xing'er, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Fried chicken legs," Mi Rongxing said loudly, "Grandma, ask the chef to make more. I will take them to the kindergarten tomorrow."

Gu Xinyan's face sank, "You good-for-nothing boy, you want to give pickles to eat again!"

...

In Qinglian Lane, the street lights are dim, and the evening breeze is blowing.

Yang Jianchen was wearing a white suit, holding a bouquet of fragrant flowers in his hand, leaning against the car door in a chic manner.

Ling Moxue came out of the yard and walked up to him slowly, "Young Master Yang, didn't I make it clear to you? Don't come to me in the future."

Yang Jianchen raised the corners of his lips shyly, and passed the flower over, "Xue'er, I've thought about it for a long time, and I really can't do it if I want to treat you as a passer-by from now on, so let's make friends, or Like when you were a child, you treat me like an older brother, and we maintain a pure friendship."

Ling Moxue was slightly startled, she was a little surprised by his change of attitude.

Looking at the flower in his hand, it has changed from a red rose to a pink lily, which really fits what he said just now.

Ling Moxue hesitated, then smiled lightly, "Can we be friends?"

"Yes!" Yang Jianchen expressed his attitude with firm eyes, "If you don't love me, I won't pester you, just treat me as a brother-like friend."

Thinking of his kindness in the past, Ling Moxue softened her heart and took the flowers from him, "Thank you, as long as you treat me as a friend, I will too."

"Then will you forgive me?" Yang Jianchen grabbed her arm, his eyes full of expectation.

As long as you forgive, everything is easy to say, and everything may be able to start from scratch.

Ling Moxue looked up at him, pondered for a moment, and then nodded, "I don't hate you anymore, because there is no such unforgettable love between us."

Yes, recalling their relationship carefully, it seems that the relationship between brother and sister is a little deeper, otherwise, after so many years, the two of them would not be limited to holding hands and touching heads.

But for girls, Yang Jianchen more or less gave Ling Moxue that kind of pure love, and his distrust five years ago has always been a shadow in his heart.

Right now, Ling Moxue felt the "shadow" in her heart suddenly dissipate.

After hearing her words, Yang Jianchen smiled wryly, "I knew you didn't love me enough. Since you were young, you called Brother Jianchen, and you made me mistakenly think you were my real sister many times."

"At that time, I didn't know you were from the Gu family."

"Hehe... I can't count the Gu family, because my family doesn't live with the Gu family. It's only a big festival every year. My father will let us visit the old man and have a reunion dinner together."

Ling Moxue smiled, "Are your parents okay now?"

Mentioning his parents, Yang Jianchen had a smile on his face, and he happily put his hands on Ling Moxue's shoulders.

"My mother already knows that what Ling Mengyao told was a lie, she will mention you now, Xue'er, why don't you come to my house for dinner tomorrow, and let my mother meet Pug and sauerkraut by the way."

Thinking of Mother Yang, Ling Moxue felt a little warm in her heart, she nodded, "I will visit her sometime, but I don't have time tomorrow."

The two of them talked face to face again, unaware that there was a small white car parked not far away, and the person inside was taking a long shot of them with a telephoto camera...