Chapter 893: Is it because of... her?

Chapter 893: Is it because of... her?

Chapter 893 Is it because of... her?

"Madam, are you okay?" The servant came forward and helped her sit down on the sofa.

Mrs. Zhao waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, and she fell into deep thought.

Zhao Qiuxu has been chasing Gu Jinglan for eight years. For these eight years, Zhao Qiuxu has been chasing after him.

She became a laughing stock, an enduring joke among the upper classes.

Thinking of her, the real estate tycoon of the Zhao family, her daughter was supposed to be one in a million, but she didnt expect that she would fall into the hands of Gu Jinglan.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Now, Gu Jinglan intends to shift the company's focus overseas, and his refusal is already obvious.

I just couldnt bear the disturbance and annoyance, so I thought of leaving.

After a pause, Mrs. Zhao's voice was a little choked, "We can't be lovers. You and Xu Xu are also brothers and sisters, right? Xu Xu came back drunk that night. She has been sick until now. She doesn't eat or drink, and she is completely thin. It's broken. Jinglan, Auntie knows that this request may embarrass you, but Auntie has no other choice. Can you persuade Xu Xu, encourage her, and let her be more open-minded? "

Gu Jinglan didn't expect that what he heard would be about Zhao Qiuxu's illness. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "Auntie, you are serious. I have always regarded Xu Xu as my sister. When she is sick, I naturally want to see her. It's just...I'm on a business trip abroad now, and I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

Jinglan, aunt understands that its okay if you cant come back to see Xu Xu. If you can call her and persuade her, aunt will be very grateful.

"Okay, I will call Xu Xu and persuade her. Auntie, don't worry."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and finally let go of the hand holding her heart.

Gu Jinglan came to sit down on the executive chair and threw his cell phone on the desk.

He rummaged around on the desk with one hand, and finally opened the drawer randomly, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette, held it between his fingertips in his mouth, lowered his head and squinted his eyes slightly, and lit it.

Breaking out a thick smoke ring, Gu Jinglan leaned heavily on the back of his chair and threw the metal lighter casually on the desk.

Good morning~Sing with me, where is the monthly ticket? Where is the monthly ticket~