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Chapter 73
Cheng Xiyu just shook his head: "I can't find out about this matter."

Back then, Cheng's father was the one who monopolized the power, and he couldn't escape Cheng's father's control even if he wanted to do something.

"Investigate who?" Xiang Jiamu also saw his embarrassment, combined with the rumors in the circle during this period, he vaguely knew who Xi Yu asked him to investigate.

"Yeats." He said, "Jiamu...help me go to the pond. I want to know how...she died."

To this day, even though all the evidence points to his mother, he still doesn't believe it. His intuition tells him that Cheng's mother would not do such a thing of paying for murder.

Xi Lanjing, the eldest daughter of the Xi family who was famous in Nanshi City back then, was noble, arrogant, and had received the highest education. No matter how angry she was, no matter how embarrassing she was, she would never treat human life as a trifling matter.

Later, Cheng Xiyu told him everything he knew, and Xiang Jiamu drove to Tangli Town in the south of the Yangtze River the next day. At that time, he did not expect that,

This time, he left the most youthful love forever in the pond, about a girl who was the first in his youth.

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Early the next morning, when Cheng Xiyu woke up, she found herself in a strange room.
The mobile phone was placed on the bedside table next to him. He opened it to check the time. It was already past 8:6, 7:[-], and [-]:[-]. Wang also sent two messages respectively.
The sequelae of being drunk last night, he had a splitting headache and felt that there was still a residual alcohol smell on his body,

Some residual memories flooded into his mind like a slide show——

He asked Gu Zhao to send a message to Jiang Shu, and she really came, and then...

Those childish behaviors and warm words are not like what he can say and do. The most ridiculous thing is...Jiang Shu still left.

Even so, she left.

Cheng Xiyu felt a severe headache, and her heart was full of pain.

Someone opened a small gap in the room, and his eyes swept over it coldly,——

"Cheng Cheng Cheng dog!" Touching Cheng Xiyu's cold eyes, Gu Zhao realized that he had yelled something out of fear, and quickly changed his words: "Brother Yu!"

"I...I...I'll see if you're awake..." He stammered,
It should be... Didn't you hear it?
"You brought me back?" Cheng Xiyu asked.

"No, Mu Mu brought us to his house, you were too drunk last night..."

He lowered his voice as he spoke, and carefully glanced at Chenggou's face. However, there was nothing to be seen from a face made of ice.

Do you think about it? Did Cheng Gou remember what he did last night?

"You go out first." He glanced at Gu Zhao without expression: "Just put the clothes here."

"Oh oh oh...", Gu Zhao then remembered what he was mainly doing here, and quickly put down the bag in his hand. Inside was the first set of men's clothes from inside to outside.
Cheng Xiyu has a little cleanliness, not too serious, and you can't tell it usually, you can only find out after getting to know him for a long time.
This set of clothes was worn by him and slept all night, and it smelled of all kinds of alcohol and smoke, so it was impossible for him to continue wearing it.

Seeing that he didn't go out yet, Cheng Xiyu glanced at him coldly,
Gu Zhao: "..." He walked out of the room very timidly and softly, and closed the door carefully.

"Is Xiyu awake?" Xiang Jiamu asked Gu Jiamu who was looking at him coming down the stairs.

He held a plate of steaming fried eggs in his hand, and the porridge was already on the table.

Xiang's parents haven't come back yet, and the nanny has also gone home these few days. Fortunately, his cooking skills are not bad, and he has cooked a lot of breakfast.

There are fried eggs that Cheng Xiyu likes to eat, and purple potato buns that Gu Zhao likes to eat.

"I'm going to take a shower." Gu Zhaopi couldn't do it, he didn't take the usual way, and jumped over from the small sofa: "Hey, hey, wood, tell me... Cheng Gou still remembers what happened last night?"

His hand holding the spoon paused: "I don't know, you can ask later?"

"Tai! Are you trying to harm me!"

He didn't ask Cheng Xiyu, he wanted to die.

Although Gu Zhao was not very smart, he still had a wink. Although Cheng Gou didn't show any abnormal emotions just now, he felt inexplicably flustered...

It's winter, and the house is heated everywhere. He came out of the shower and brushed his hair carelessly. He doesn't like to use a hair dryer very much, and thinks it's a waste of time.

The bedroom of the apartment in the Central Mansion has a large bay window. Jiang Shu would sit there and dry her hair every day after taking a shower.

The warm air from the hair dryer blew up the soft and smooth hair, which slipped away from his outstretched palm, as if wrapping around the tip of his heart, a little itchy.

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A drop of water from the short hair that has been brushed hastily smeared on the clothes, his face became colder, and his heart was very irritable, he wiped it a few more times vigorously, his eyes were gloomy that could not be concealed.

The time of cohabitation is not long, everything about Jiang Shu seems to have been imprinted in his memory,

He thought, this is normal, people are easy to lose themselves in the long-term habit, which doesn't mean how much he loves Jiang Shu and cannot leave Jiang Shu.

Cheng Xiyu got dressed and went downstairs. Gu Zhao didn't know what Xiang Jiamu was talking about, but when he saw him, he immediately shut up.
There were three bowls of porridge on the table, with a little sesame salt sprinkled on it, and it was still steaming, a plate of fried eggs, a plate of purple sweet potato buns, a drawer of steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and two refreshing pickles.

At first glance, it was Xiang Jiamu's craftsmanship.

"Does your head still hurt?" Xiang Jiamu pushed the fried egg in front of him and asked, "I'll make you a cup of honey water later."

"No, I'm fine." He took a sip of the porridge. The porridge itself has no taste, but with a little sesame salt added, it has a little more aroma.
Cheng Xiyu ate but felt like chewing wax, his hungover stomach was empty, but he didn't want to eat after a few mouthfuls, turned on the phone and sent Wang Ye a few messages at work,
Gu Zhao silently ate his purple sweet potato buns, not daring to vent his breath.
It’s been a while since he had eaten purple sweet potato buns made of wood, and it still tasted the same. He ate 5 of them in one go. At the end, Xiang Jiamu couldn’t stand it anymore: “I’ll make it for you next time.”

He covered his mouth and hiccupped: "That's what you said, don't say you don't have time when the time comes."

This time, it is estimated that Cheng Gou is here, and Mu Mu is willing to cook. If he is here by himself, Jiamu will find it troublesome and not willing to cook.

There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, so they don't need to do it. Cheng Xiyu sat on the side of the sofa to deal with work. Gu Zhao didn't dare to disturb him, so he turned on his phone and played a game silently.
It was past 9 o'clock after Xiang Jiamu packed his things, the sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and his two little ones were sitting on the sofa, he suddenly felt a little dazed,
This scene actually happened frequently when they were teenagers, sometimes at his house, sometimes at Gu Bao’s house, the atmosphere of Cheng’s house was oppressive, they didn’t like to go, and Cheng Xiyu herself didn’t like staying at home,
After graduating, everyone grew up, and they were all busy with the company and their careers. Although the three of them often saw each other, they were always in a hurry. It took a long time to get together like this. up.

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