Wanton pampering!Chased by a coquettish boss

My name is Gu Cheng, and my sister’s name is Gu Jin. My mother said that our names were given by our father. Qing means the sound of jade, and Jin means beautiful jade. In classical literature, all words related to jade represent spiritual nobility and the five virtues of a gentleman. This It shows that our father loves us very much.

However, I can always see that my father loves us simply because he loves Wujiwu, and my mother definitely occupies the first position in his life.

I was curious about their love story. She was 18 and he was 22. At that time, my mother was still a freshman in college and my father had not yet entered politics, but he was already a powerful figure in the shopping mall. Listening to Uncle Yu talking about their first meeting, I was surprised that my father was so messy and my mother was so tough and stubborn, but she didn't even get a slap in the face?

It turns out that my father was indifferent to my mother at first.

How did it change later?

Unexpectedly, it was my father who pestered my mother in the first place. Uncle Yu said that before he met my mother, my father was such an arrogant and unattainable existence in the eyes of the world. It was hard to imagine that someone like him would one day give in.

I once heard that his mother turned out to be Bai Yueguang when he was young. I also heard how my grandfather and grandpa stopped the two of them later. Fortunately, my father was superior, otherwise my sister and I would not be here.

Later, he was very good to his mother and overcame obstacles all the way. I really can't imagine how much resistance people from seemingly completely different classes and worlds have to overcome together.

But my father never regretted it.

When I asked him if he had any regrets, he just smiled lightly and said, "Acheng, you don't understand. Being able to be with your mother in this life is my extravagant wish."

I really don't understand.

As far back as I can remember, my father cared too much about my mother, which has never changed over the years.

Many people say that based on my mother's life experience, she really surpassed my father back then. But in the love between parents, the father has always been the one who is slightly inferior.

My father loved my mother very much.

When I was eight years old, I saw rows of certificates in the cabinet in my father's study.

I flipped through it out of curiosity, and at the bottom I saw my father’s competition driver’s license, racing photos, and the F1 racing championship trophy.

I was greatly surprised.

At that moment, I had a strong curiosity. I was really curious about what my father looked like racing, so I pestered him that afternoon.

I rarely ask for anything from him. My father's eyes were shaken, but he still didn't let go. Uncle Lin Er, who was here as a guest, was watching from the sidelines. When he heard me mention the racing car, his eyes lit up.

"Don't tell me, I've never seen your dad racing a car, only your Uncle Yunqing has!"

I was even more curious when he said this, because I had never heard anyone say that my father could also race cars, and that he was very good at it.

Without commenting, my father picked up the tea cup on the table and looked at it leisurely. Time has polished him to be more calm and restrained. He sipped the tea cup gracefully, with a face that was not stained by the world, and looked quite indifferent and peaceful. , only the calmness and calmness that have dominated the political circles for many years.

It's really far from the "racing driver" I imagined.

"Go and play?" Uncle Lin said jokingly, and then said to me with a smile, "Your father's dream was to be a racing driver when he was a child, but one day his temperament suddenly changed and his dream also changed."

At this he shrugged. I just remembered that I seemed to have heard from many people about my father’s dramatic change in temperament when he was 12 years old.

However, this matter has been gathering dust for too long, and my parents have tacitly not mentioned it.

My father put down the tea cup. He was really curious when he saw me. Plus my sister Xiaojin was holding his legs and acting like a baby. He had no choice but to hold my sister and me downstairs.

After going downstairs, he asked the housekeeper how long it would take for his mother to come back.

When I learned that there was a meeting in the company, my mother, as the executive director, would definitely not be able to come back.

Fortunately, my mother is not here.

Like a thief, he left with Uncle Lin. Of course, he did not forget to take my sister and me with him.

Spark Global Circuit, where the world's top racing drivers are located. The cars raced across the track, the roar of their engines deafening, and the screams of tires rubbing against the asphalt road, making the whole scene even more exciting. There was an atmosphere of jubilation around the track, with spectators cheering.

"How is the practice track here?" Uncle Lin said to his father with a smile, "Do you have a car? A friend of mine has a newly modified Koenigsegg CCR here. Do you want to play with it?"

"Need not."

My father looked at the track with his deep eyes. He walked aside for a while and made a phone call. He didn’t know what he said on the phone. When he came back, the person in charge of the track respectfully handed him a key, "Master Qin, we have always taken care of and maintained your car."

My father owns a lot of cars, including a lot of supercars, but I really didn’t expect that he also has a modified top-of-the-line supercar.

But why have I never seen him play or heard him mention it in so many years?

My father took the keys and put on a handsome black racing suit after a while. He looked so energetic in his casual and sporty style that even I was stunned. Such a father is undoubtedly a bit strange.

He entered the field, and when the Bugatti Voice of the Night parked on the starting line, it immediately caused screams from all directions.

The black and smooth model is full of power. Like a cheetah waiting in the dark, waiting to unleash its endless wildness. This top-level racing car is undoubtedly a masterpiece of mechanical art.

The man stood by the car door and put on his helmet slowly. His sharp jawline showed a bit of coldness, and he had a sharp aura, and he could control the aura of a top-level racing car beside him.

"Oh my God, that's the sound of the night. There's only one of it available in the world!"

"Ah, he's so handsome! Who is this man? I saw him for the first time in Starfire!"

The sister on the side had bright eyes and hurriedly picked up her Ipad to record the screen. My eyes have been following my father's figure, and I feel a little excited inside.     If I could use one word to describe my father at this time, it would be.

cool!

With the gunshot of the start signal, the black top-class supercar rushed out of the encirclement like an arrow. Under the all-round video surveillance, my father's movements became more and more skillful, and he was able to control it like a fish in water, without a trace of panic on his face. At super speed, he completed this game perfectly, far exceeding that of professional players!

The cheers and shouts from the audience were deafening.

My father got off the car at the finish line and easily took off his helmet. His movements were handsome and wild. Such a father is undoubtedly a completely different father.

"It's wonderful!" Uncle Lin Er gave a thumbs up and praised.

"Daddy is so handsome!" My sister ran over and wiped his sweat obediently. Those around me who were about to step forward to ask for his contact information, but when they heard that the baby was already that old, they all dispersed in a pity.

When my father was about to change clothes, a cool tone suddenly came from the side.

"Is it fun, Mr. Gu?"

I was startled, and looked around to see my mother standing not far away, tilting her head slightly, crossing her arms, looking calm.

I suddenly felt guilty and quietly hid behind my father.

"Honey, why are you here?" The father's face suddenly changed, and he threw the helmet and keys to Uncle Lin next to him. But he had both the stolen goods and the stolen goods. He was still wearing a racing suit, and he looked like he was hiding something.

I was very surprised. My father was so cowardly?

Is it possible that my mother stopped the racing?

My mother was silent for a long time and looked at him for a long time. I thought she was going to scold my father, but she just sighed inaudibly and said, "I came just now while you were playing."

After a pause, she continued slowly, "If you really like it, I won't stop you."

She could tell that her father loved racing, and I could tell that too, so I was curious as to why my father hadn't done anything for so many years.

The father lowered his head slightly and walked over to hold the mother's hand. His hair, which was slightly damp with sweat, looked childish, and he actually admitted his mistake like a child.

"I promised you. I was wrong, wife."

Uncle Lin Er looked at him in shock, as if he hadn't recovered yet. It's normal to think about it. My father rarely shows this side outside. It seems that this time he is really afraid that his mother will be angry.

His mother looked at him helplessly, held his hand, raised her hand to gently straighten his messy bangs, and said softly, "Only this time."

Hearing this, my father smiled slightly. That smile was different from the smile he had in front of my sister and me, and also different from the smile he had in front of outsiders.

Only in front of his mother would he smile like this.

I slowly thought that my 38-year-old father seemed like a child in front of my mother.

He doesn't look like a ruthless figure in the political arena at all.

I heard that when he was young, he was also called a myth and legend in the business world. But he was completely different from the person he was before his mother.

Later, when I got home, I asked my father, and he told me that in order to stop my mother from worrying, he had promised not to touch a racing car again.

His mother loved him, so she didn't want him to try such dangerous things.

He likes racing, but not his mother.

Her father gave up because he loved her and didn't want her to worry.

And the one who went back to be trained that day was naturally me.

Later, when my sister and I got older, my mother began to take us frequently to visit chambers of commerce and financial investment banks, and we were deeply influenced by what we saw and heard.

My sister is invincible in the investment banking and capital markets even before she is a minor, and her business talent makes people ignore her gender.

At the age of 18, my sister became a director and was the youngest director of the Gu Group. At first, there was a lot of doubt from the outside world, questioning that my sister was a prostitute, but a contract worth several billion made everyone shut up.

So much so that when her mother later pushed her to the high position of Gu's executive director, there was very little rebuttal.

I know that my sister will write the new generation myth of the Gu Group.

And I became the Chief Justice as I wished, and gained an important position in the political world.

In the year that my sister took over the Gu Group, my father and mother had more time to spend together and see the world together.

It’s another warm spring season. That day, the magnolia blossoms were blooming in the manor. When I returned home, I secretly saw my father breaking off a branch of magnolia and tying it into my mother's hair. Her pure face was full of tenderness and affection.

They were still like newlyweds, holding hands and walking home. I suddenly remembered a sentence I saw in a book in my father's study when I was young.

Presumably, it was written before he was with his mother:

In this barren land of mine, you are the last rose. (End of chapter)