Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 469 The Secret in the Poetry Collection (1)

"Alright, let's ask Yang Ziyu out to talk directly, what is wrong with our Gu family, please ask her to make it clear in person, there is no need to unite with some people from all over the world to bring down the Gu family."

Gu Mo looked at his tired grandfather, but he didn't say anything about Huang Yufang.

At this point, all things are connected in series, and the biggest behind-the-scenes black hand is Yang Ziyu.

Regardless of Lu Guanqun, Huang Yufang, or even some members of the Huang family, they might have been bought and brought together by Yang Ziyu's deliberate schemes.

They have their own division of labor, penetrate into various important positions, and restrict each other, with the purpose of breaking up the Gu family.

It's just that what Yang Ziyu didn't expect was that the mesh was too big, and when she wanted to take it back, she was powerless.

"Yang Ziyu is indeed a real person, but she has been dead for more than [-] years. Now this person is unpredictable. If she can be brought down, it is best to let her never recover."

The purpose of Gu Changdong's trip coincides with that of his grandson. Fortunately, his grandson can find the Su family as a backer to support him. No matter how powerful Yang Ziyu is, I am afraid that he will not be able to make big waves in Shanghai.

Su Chengen stood in the hall full of energy to welcome the guests from afar.

Speaking of which, the difference between the two elderly people is more than ten years, and they have gone through a lot of troubles in terms of qualifications. After a few simple greetings, it is quite late to meet each other.

After the guests were settled, there was nothing to say all night. Early the next morning, Han Xiaoxiao finished washing and came to the door of Gu Mo's room.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Gu Mo asked nervously, staring at Han Xiaoxiao's pale face.

"Gu Mo, my father has been away for several days without a phone. I miss him so much."

Gu Mo hugged her shoulder distressedly, "Do you feel homesick when you see grandpa coming?"

Han Xiaoxiao nodded, "My father might be so happy if he knew that grandpa is here."

"Xiaoxiao, can you lend it to me today?" Gu Mo pressed a kiss on her forehead affectionately.

"I'm going to shoot at Yang Ziyu today, I really hope to have you by my side to accompany me and grandpa."

Love words are intoxicating, not to mention that Gu Mo never hesitated to praise Xiaoxiao, and his words quickly diluted Xiaoxiao's longing for Han Daya.

"Then if you have time, can you call my dad? He must pay attention to his health in Kunshan. It will rain there in the next two days."

Gu Mo nodded her nose and coaxed her, "Okay, little fairy, if you keep worrying like this, you will get wrinkles."

There were so many nasty words, Han Xiaoxiao didn't know when she became like a little woman, she was very cooperative with Gu Mo's intimacy, and sometimes she even had a little longing.

Alas, it is true that the IQ of a boyfriend in love is negative.

After breakfast, Xiaoxiao looked at the poetry collection in her hand boredly in the room.

During the showdown between BJ and Yang Ziyu, she deliberately revealed the collection of poems. Yang Ziyu's nervous appearance was vividly remembered. Xiaoxiao curiously turned every page, and said to herself, "there are poetry collections in the bookstore? She Why not go buy a copy and read it yourself? What is she afraid of?"

Xiaoxiao has read the three poetry collections countless times. To be honest, this kind of witty poems are really interesting. At the beginning, Xiaoxiao also tried to understand the author's context to associate her mood when writing the poems.

In the end, the only conclusion is that the author is either a teenage girl who is ignorant and ignorant, or a legendary woman who has experienced ups and downs and lives with optimism.

Resting her cheeks on her hands, Han Xiaoxiao stared at the words on the poetry collection in distress.

"Ding..." Accidentally pointed to a word in the poem, Han Xiaoxiao frowned, tapped her fingers gently, and slid to the word "Luo", then turned to a new page, found a word "Yu", Han Xiaoxiao She was in a cold sweat, because in her mind, the next word had already appeared on the paper, "Well!?"

(End of this chapter)