Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu beihuaju looks down at Gu Qingwei lying at his feet. There is nothing else in his eyes except disgust and hatred. After a while, Gu Beihua shook his wrist, frowned, turned and walked away, without looking at Gu Qingwei any more.

Just then, Tan Jing came in from the outside. As soon as she came in, she saw Gu Beihua's face was not worried.

She was stunned, subconsciously raised a flattering smile and asked, "boss, what can I do for you?"

The girl's voice in Qingyue has attracted Gu Qingwei to look up involuntarily. From the angle of his lying down, we can see Tan Jing's face with great difficulty. For some reason, Gu Qingwei felt that his heart, which had just been so cold, was beating again. In a short moment, Gu Qingwei beat hard.

Today, Tan Jing just came from the studio. She was wearing a fishtail skirt, which made her very elegant. Her makeup was a little dizzy because she came here in a hurry, but she was more elegant and charming.

Gu Beihua didn't notice his son's face. He just raised his chin impatiently and motioned Tan Jing to go out and wait.

He came to the door and said to Uncle pan, "shut up this useless thing and watch him well."

Uncle pan didn't dare to neglect him. After seeing off Gu Beihua, he quickly turned his head to help Gu Qingwei. He was very distressed, "my young master, how do you say you're fighting with him again? Ah, look at the dozen... "

Gu Qingwei left his body at his disposal. It took him a long time to say, "who is that woman just now?"

Uncle pan was very clear about some of the urine of his young master, and quickly reflected what he wanted to say. But now I'm still in the mood to think about it?!

Pan Shuqiang held back his anger and sighed heavily, "you'd better not think too much about this woman. It's not very clean. If the master knows, he won't like it."

Gu Qingwei is very keen to capture the old housekeeper's anger in these simple words.

He was slightly stunned. For so many years, Gu Beihua had left him outside. Uncle pan was very kind to him. All along, he took care of him like his own son. But on weekdays, he always called "young master, young master", never exceeding the etiquette. But just now he didn't.

He said "you.".

Gu Qingwei quickly reflected that the woman just now must have something to do with her own father.

Thinking of this, Gu Qingwei gave a wry smile. There was a red flame flashing at the bottom of his eyes, which made his viscera hot and dry.

When he was lifted up, Gu Qingwei felt a pain in his ribs. He didn't control it for a moment, and a cry of pain came out between his lips and teeth.

Uncle pan was startled and went to see, "what's the matter? Is it hurting? "

"Nothing." Gu Qingwei weakly pressed uncle Pan's hand and comforted him, "I'm really OK. Don't worry. I've gone to my room. Don't forget to lock the door from outside later."

"This..."

"Well, don't say it, or my father will blame you again." Gu Qingwei comforted uncle pan for a while, dragged his bruised body up the stairs, and as soon as he entered the room, he collapsed on the bed. The pain on his body and the burning heat on his face just after being slapped made him feel uncomfortable. He felt his rib, but he was glad it didn't break.