Aspire For Love Wistfully

Gu Wei looks at the ambition in his son's eyes and shows a satisfied smile.

"If only you had a plan, I thought"

"What does father think? Will I be bound by Jiang Yao? " Gu Zhao seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed sarcastically and disdainfully.

Not only will he not have the slightest soft hearted, but he will also play the spirit of twelve points, let the Chiang family fall apart.

Let Jiang Yao be doomed.

Gu Wei thought of his son's obsession with the woman and gathered a smile. Although he was not happy, he didn't say any more.

After all, Xu Xiao is a dead man no matter how annoying he is.

What else can a dead man bring out? The most urgent task is to deal with the Jiang family perfectly.

When Jiang Yao knocked on the door of the library, Gu Zhao and Gu Wei were drinking tea.

She seldom sees Gu Zhao like this, not at a party with beautiful clothes and sideburns, not in a clubhouse full of money and paper, not holding a goblet or whiskey in her hand.

His slender white fingers casually hold a sky blue tea cup, his body is antique solid wood chair, clearly is still the usual black and white shirt trousers.

But it's just like a good childe in the ancient drama.

He has a unique temperament.

"Xiao Yao?"

Gu Wei yelled, and Jiang yaocai suddenly recovered from his stupor.

As soon as I raised my eyes, it was still cold and deep to Gu Zhao's eyes.

Jiang Yao looked away in a responsible mood and said, "dinner is ready. Dad, Zhao, you can go downstairs."

Gu Wei smiles and walks downstairs. Gu Zhao follows him closely. When he passes by Jiang Yao standing at the door, he doesn't even look at her.

Usually, Gu Zhao would never eat at the same table with her.

Therefore, Jiang Yao cherished every opportunity to have a meal with him. After finishing the meal, she didn't eat a few. She took care of Gu Zhao all the way.

Often, every time Gu Zhao just mentioned chopsticks without action, Jiang Yao had already put the dishes in his bowl.

Although Gu Zhao would frown imperceptibly, due to Gu Wei and his wife, he still had to eat them all with a straight face.

So after a meal, Gu Zhao calmly tolerated, with a faint displeasure, but Jiang Yao happily could not restrain her upward.

Out of the house to the parking place, there will be a long avenue in the middle.

It's midsummer. On both sides of the road are old trees with luxuriant branches. They cast mottled shadows in the moonlight, setting off a quiet atmosphere. For a time, they are a bit gloomy.

Gu Zhao was tall and long legged, walking fast in front of him. Jiang Yao could only look around in fear and trot to keep up with him.

All of a sudden, a group of black shadow did not know where suddenly jumped out.

Jiang Yao screamed and subconsciously stood in front of Gu Wei.

Gu Wei was startled by the startled woman in front of him. His vicious words were on his lips. But when his eyes touched her closed eyes and his face looked like death, he didn't know why he couldn't spit out a word.

My heart seemed to be hit by some hard object in a moment.

It made Gu Zhao feel very uncomfortable.

After a while, he just threw out a sentence: "what are you doing?"

Jiang Yao opened her eyelashes slowly and tremblingly. First she looked at Gu Zhao in front of her for two seconds. Then she turned her head mechanically. There was nothing behind her.

"I," Jiang Yao said, looking around carefully, "I just saw it."

"Make a fuss." Gu Zhao stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Yao, who was standing in front of him, aside. "At this time, squirrels are very common in the forest."

He walked straight ahead for a few steps. After noticing that there was no movement behind him, he turned his head and found that Jiang Yao was looking at the roadside woods with her head tilted. She was very childish.

Gu Zhao's steps stopped at the same place for a moment. Suddenly, Jiang Yao turned his head and looked at him again. Gu Zhao immediately tightened his face.

"Not yet."

With that, he continued to walk forward, but his pace was not as fast as before.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, Jiang Yao felt incredible joy.

He told her to follow?

Until returning home, Jiang Yao's eyes could not help but complete the crescent moon, which made Gu Zhao puzzled.

In the next few days, as Gu Zhao's plan for Jiang was on the right track, he was naturally in a good mood, and even for Jiang Yao, he eased a lot. Although he was not pleasant, at least he was less sarcastic.

Although in Gu Zhao's eyes, this is just a little thing that doesn't deserve his attention at all, but for Jiang Yao, it makes her happy.

Perhaps my efforts over the years have not been in vain.

Perhaps, Gu Zhao has begun to accept himself.

But not long after, when Jiang Yao recalled her thoughts, she ironically found that everything was just her own wishful thinking.

"Aunt sun, you don't have to work today. You can get off work now."

Jiang Yao stood at the door of the kitchen, holding up her long hair and whispering.

Aunt sun stopped her work and hesitated to say, "but this dinner."

"Today is a Zhao's birthday. I will do it myself. You can go back early."

Aunt sun smiles knowingly and no longer insists. She takes off her apron and hands it to Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao took over and methodically dealt with all kinds of food on the Liuli stage.

In fact, at the beginning, she couldn't cook.

Ten fingers don't touch the water of spring. She hasn't even entered the kitchen. At the beginning, when she learned to cook, she couldn't even hold the pot stably. I don't know how many times she was scalded on the back of her hand.

But people who frown when they eat a little bit hot, they have to bear it.

Gu Zhao's stomach is not good, she is distressed, so she can only self-study to do for him, but often afraid that he knew dislike, and can only in the name of aunt sun to give him to eat.

But it doesn't matter. As she brings a dish with all kinds of colors and flavors to the table, Jiang Yao happily thinks that she can do anything for the people she likes.

At eight o'clock, all the meals were served. Jiang Yao sat at the table and waited quietly.

The hour hand in the wall clock moved slowly, and finally coincided with the minute hand. It stopped under the number twelve and made a dull sound.

Jiang Yao is a hot hand meal, his birthday, has passed.

After all the cold dishes have been heated for several times, Jiang Yao takes out her mobile phone and dials Gu Zhao.

This time, to her surprise, the phone was soon connected. However, before she came out of her surprise, she heard a coquettish groan.