Chapter 1377

"Whenever you call him, he'll be happy." Mu Qiubai's voice is as gentle as ever.

"Can you make an appointment for me, please?"

"Well, I'll ask the president."

"Well, please."

"Don't hang up. Wait for me."

"Well."

In less than two minutes, mu Qiubai's voice came from the opposite side of the phone, "the president can say anything."

"Is that all right now?" Gu Xiaoran looked at the table below.

"Yes, I'll pick you up where you are."

"No, you give me an address and I'll take a taxi." Gu Xiaoran came back directly from Changkou yesterday. The car was in Nanwan and didn't come out.

"Miao's old house."

"OK, I'll be right there."

Gu Xiaoran hung up the phone, said hello to Yu Jianmin and Xie Baoling, and simply cleaned up. A pair of light colored narrow jeans and a white sweater combed a ponytail, clean and tidy.

I went to the fruit shop to buy some apples and prunes, made a fruit basket, and took a taxi to the old house of Miao family.

Mohism and Mojia are both ancient houses and rich families.

Mo house is very classical, while MUJIAZHUANG is as beautiful as an antique painting, while Miao house is full of strong family atmosphere.

Standing at the door, you can feel the cruel struggle of the big family, and the winner will become the master of the compound.

The feeling of oppression made Gu feel very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, the gentle figure of Mu Qiubai waiting for her at the door makes this cold house more popular.

"How do you feel?" Mu Qiubai looked up at the plaque on his head.

"The house of the rich."

Mu Qiubai smiles and takes over Gu Xiaoran's fruit basket. "Let's go, old man is waiting."

Entering the door, the atmosphere of the big house became more and more strong. Gu Xiaoran thought of his mother, who was so lively when she was young. No wonder she didn't like it here.

Miao Dongbai is pruning bonsai. When he sees Gu Xiaoran coming in, he smiles at her and says, "Xiaoran, come here."

"The president."

Mu Qiubai put the fruit basket on the table.

"If people come, why do you still buy things?" Miao Dongbai put down his scissors.

"A little apple and plum are good for heart disease." Gu Xiaoran said.

Miao Dongbai was warm in his heart. The child was as careful as Junlan, "then I have to eat."

Gu Xiaoran didn't wait to say hello. He went to open the fruit basket, took an apple, and took the fruit knife in the fruit tray on the table to cut the apple.

Miao Dongbai looks at Gu Xiaoran's hand cutting fruit. His eyes darken slightly. It's a pair of hands used to cold weapons, otherwise they won't be so flexible.

He couldn't imagine what the child had been like before.

Gu Xiaoran handed the apple to Miao Dongbai.

Miao Dongbai is not polite. He took the apple and bit it. "It's a sweet apple. You can peel one."

Gu Xiaoran smiles, then cuts another one, but not himself, but hands it to Mu Qiubai.

Mu Qiubai was a little surprised. Looking at the apple in front of him, he didn't pick it up.

"You won't tell me you don't eat apples, will you?"

"No way." Mu Qiubai smiles and takes the apple.

The servant brought tea up.

Mu Qiubai said: "I heard that your tea art is good. It happens that the president also likes tea art. Would you like to make a pot of tea?"

"Good."

Gu Xiaoran stood beside the tea table.

Mu Qiubai knew that she had asked for something. She made the atmosphere harmonious in this way, and then introduced the topic naturally through tea.

What a sweet and heartwarming man.

PS: these plots are just to lead to the events of that year. The girls will understand after watching them. OK, it's late. Good night.

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