Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

When song muzhe heard Gu Jianfeng say this, he also understood Gu Jianfeng's meaning. Since Chu Jiasi no longer investigated this time, he had no reason to insist.

"I hope you can remember this lesson." This is the last sentence song muzhe said to Gu Linlin. After that, he turned and left the office.

Song muzhe had a job. Gu Jianfeng didn't say anything to Gu Linlin, because he knew that whatever he said was useless to Gu Linlin.

He used to think he could correct her, but now it seems that he is too naive.

"You go out." Gu Jianfeng didn't look at Gu Linlin again, but whispered.

Gu Jianfeng's attitude makes Gu Linlin don't know what to say, but why Gu Jianfeng just can't understand her!

Didn't he think that if she succeeded, she could marry song muzhe, and the market share of Gu's group would rise significantly in the future.

"Dad, no matter what this time, believe me, I will stand next to song muzhe again." Gu Linlin still refuses to give up, and her plan this time is not without effect.

Gu Jianfeng listened to Gu Linlin's words. He couldn't help frowning. Now, Gu Linlin still had only calculation in her heart.

"What do you think I need? If the development of Gu's group relies on such means for so many years, I'm afraid it has long ceased to exist. I can't afford to lose that person. " Gu Jianfeng made it clear that the Gu group he wanted did not develop by such despicable means.

If he wanted to do that, why did he create Gu's group in the first place?

"Get out!" Gu Jianfeng said loudly to Gu Linlin. For Gu Linlin, he has gradually become impatient.

"Dad..." Gu Linlin wanted to say something, but looking at Gu Jianfeng's firm face, she didn't know how to speak.

Gu Linlin left Gu's group. She doesn't know where she should go now. She is really alone now. Even her father doesn't understand her.

It was noon when song muzhe finished dealing with the company. When he got home, he saw Chu Jiasi making breakfast in the kitchen.

Feeling someone watching behind him, Chu Jiasi turned his head and saw song muzhe standing in front of the kitchen door.

"You're back! Did it go well? "

"Yes."

Song muzhe stared at her, infected by the smile on her face, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Jiasi just wanted to say, but saw song muzhe's looking forward to it, and suddenly sold it.

"I won't tell you. Go out and wait. It'll be ready soon."

Looking at her small appearance, song muzhe couldn't help looking forward to something. She made him something delicious. When she thought about it, she began to swallow saliva.

After a while, chujiasi came out with a tray. She walked very slowly and was careful not to spill the soup.

When she came to the table, fine beads of sweat had oozed from the tip of her nose.

She put the tray on the table and put it on the table. She sat down in the chair, holding her chin in one hand and said with a smile, "try my craft."

Song muzhe looked down at the hot dumplings in the bowl. His eyes seemed to be steaming wet.

His heart was sour. It seemed that he had not eaten the dumplings made by Chu Jiasi for a long time.

During this time, Chu Jiasi was not with him. He wanted to talk to someone about the company and his troubles, but after thinking about it, he found that there was no one to say.

That kind of heart is hollowed out, no one can understand.

So last night, when he returned to the room, he held her tightly and wanted to draw a little warmth from her. It seemed that in this way, he could fill the emptiness in his heart and continue to move forward bravely.

Chu Jiasi saw that song muzhe didn't move. She couldn't help wondering when she looked at his hazy face steaming with heat.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll poison you? Shall I try it first? "

Before she finished, song muzhe suddenly dragged her into his arms and held her firmly.

"Chujiasi, no matter what happens in the future, I will accompany you."

Chu Jiasi didn't react. Song muzhe had let her go. He picked up chopsticks and ate slowly.

Song muzhe had a cold and arrogant dignity in his bones, which made her feel at a loss.

However, song muzhe is so elegant and beautiful that she seems to have fallen in love with him now, like some ignorant young girls.

Chujiasi held her chin in her hands, like flowers and bones, and she stared at him.

"Song muzhe, were you moved just now?"

Song muzhe was suddenly choked by Chu Jiasi's words. The tender boiled tofu choked into the throat. He coughed earth shaking.

Seeing song muzhe like this, Chu Jiasi quickly stood up and patted him on the back. While caring, she didn't forget to complain.

"Look at you, how old you are. You still choke when you eat."

After hearing Chu Jiasi's words, song muzhe felt a blush. If Chu Jiasi hadn't suddenly said that, how could he choke?

He was really moved. He could eat the dumplings she made himself, so his mind was hot and he said that.

He waved her hand angrily, picked up a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Song muzhe looked at her solemnly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"What I said just now doesn't count. I take it back."

"Alas, a man's words are like water poured out. How can he take them back?" Chujiasi stared at him. How could anyone do that?

Although his words should have no substantive meaning to her, they are also equivalent to his commitment.

After Chu Jiasi said so, he became a man who didn't keep his word.

"Why do you want this? Is it because you're thinking of doing something unforgivable to me?"

"Yes!" Chujiasi looked at him and prepared to settle accounts after autumn.

"You used to be so close to Gu Linlin that people lived in your house. How do I know if something happened to you?"

“……”

Song muzhe looked at Chu Jiasi and didn't give up when he couldn't ask anything. He didn't bother to talk to her and took care of himself to pick up a bowl of soup.

"Hum, I knew you must have your man's bad nature. If you don't explain it to me today, you'll eat it in the bowl and look at it in the pot." At this time, Chu Jiasi's hands were on her hips, like a shrew.

Song muzhe put the bowl back on the table, raised one eyebrow peak and smiled strangely.

"I didn't eat enough in the bowl. Do you have the leisure to look at the food in the pot?" The message from Song muzhe's eyes is too

Seeing a fever in her cheek, she opened her mouth.

"Anyway, you don't want to mess around outside one day."

"Then you have to keep me in prison, so I don't have the mind to mess around."

Chu Jiasi listened to song muzhe. What he said was very reasonable. She had to look at him well.

Thinking of these, Chu Jiasi suddenly had a good idea. She picked up her cell phone, turned on the camera and walked to song muzhe.