The favorite of the wealthy group: Gu Shao has a soft spot

On the night road, the car was driving in the direction of the apartment, and a bright moon in the starry sky seemed to be guiding the two of them.

Zhou Mu'an had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery outside the car window, since she got in the car, her eyes never left Zhong Zong's face.

Look at his straight high nose bridge, look at his pale pink thin lips, and look at his handsome eyebrows, the almost perfect profile of his profile is three-dimensional.

Zhong Zong looks very good-looking, and the more Zhou Muan looks at it, the more he is absorbed in it, unconsciously forgetting the existence of time.

The car stopped at the door of the apartment smoothly, and she was still intoxicated by it, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

Zhong Zong turned off the car, turned around and saw Zhou Muan staring at him intently, his pupils suddenly dilated in surprise.

"Are you alright?" Zhong Zong stretched out his fingers in front of her eyes and shook them.

Zhou Mu'an seemed to be awakened suddenly by him, blinked his eyes in astonishment and asked back: "What's wrong?"

"you're home."

Seeing that he was completely absent-minded, Zhong Zong replied helplessly.

Zhou Mu'an was startled, seeing the apartment building outside the car window, he couldn't help showing a dissatisfied expression.

"It's coming so soon, can't you drive slower?" She muttered softly.

Unable to understand the message revealed in Zhou Mu'an's words, Zhong Zong asked innocently: "Is it wrong for me to drive fast?"

Zhou Muan was reluctant to say goodbye to him, so he simply refused to let Zhong Zong go home.

However, there is always a reasonable excuse for cheating. She said solemnly: "Speeding has the highest proportion of traffic accidents. Do you think you are wrong?"

Zhong Zong's face was full of black lines, and he explained dumbfoundedly: "I'm not speeding..."

"Don't quibble, just now you scared Miss Ben by driving so fast, so I want to punish you for walking with me!" Zhou Mu'an's small face was aggressive.

Hearing this, Zhong Zong finally realized that this was actually Zhou Muan's real purpose.

Considering that Zhou Mu'an is a psychiatrist, and she and Zhong Qing have been very close recently, Zhong Zong worried that she would give her younger sister some psychological treatment in private.

Maybe taking her time and letting her focus on other things is a good solution.

Zhong Zong decided to spend more time with Zhou Mu'an, and an unprecedented thought came to his mind.

Thinking of this, he readily agreed, who was hesitant: "Okay, let's get out of the car and take a walk."

The gentle voice drifted past Zhou Mu'an's ears, stirring her heart like a feather.

Under the dim street lights, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder, walking at a leisurely and consistent pace.

A gust of evening wind stirred Zhou Muan's hair, and suddenly she stopped, staring at Zhong Zong walking ahead.

After two steps forward, Zhong Zong also stopped, turned around and glanced at her puzzledly, "Are you tired?"

Zhou Muan pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm not tired, I just don't want to walk so fast."

"Hurry up?" Zhong Zong's expression was inexplicable.

He didn't understand why Zhou Mu'an was always obsessed with the issue of speed.

With the two of them stopping at the same spot, Zhong Zong came back to her, and said solemnly, "Since you like to wander around, why don't I accompany you to relax on weekends, and the location is up to you to decide."

For his unexpected invitation, Zhou Mu'an's heart beat faster, and his excitement rose layer by layer.

"Really?" Her tone was unbelievable, and she asked shyly under joy: "You asked me to relax, is it our date?"

Zhong Zong smiled, but did not answer her question directly.

"I asked you if you want to go, I'm usually very busy." Zhong Zong pretended to be arrogant.

How could Zhou Mu'an miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she nodded her head, writing all the joyful emotions on her face.

"Okay, then I'll think about it and tell you where to go to relax." Her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons.

"It's up to you." Zhong Zong behaved like a gentleman.

Back at the apartment, Zhou Mu'an couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart, and immediately shared the good news with Zhong Qing.

At this moment, Zhong Qing was about to send Gu Yanze out, and when he heard that his brother was going on a date with Zhou Muan, he told him about it instead.

"Aze, guess what Mu An said on the phone?" Zhong Qing asked secretly.

"I can't guess..." Gu Yanze responded confusedly.

Gu Yanze can understand the behavior of girls sharing joy with each other, but it's not like him, a cold president.

"Just guess, there will be a prize for guessing!" Zhong Qing persuaded with a smile.

After a few seconds of silence, Gu Yanze thought that Zhong Zong personally sent Zhou Mu'an home just now, and nine out of ten it was about the two of them.

"Did Mu An confess to your brother?" He asked in a guessing tone.

Zhong Qing shook her head, and announced the answer with a smile on her face: "On the contrary, it was my brother who took the initiative to ask Mu An for a date. He, the straight man of steel, finally got the hang of it!"

Gu Yanze smiled lightly, feeling happy that Zhou Muan had reaped her happiness.

He didn't want to fall in love but took the opportunity to blackmail him, and said with a smirk, "Just now I said that there will be a prize for guessing, but it's a pity that you don't, so you will give me a gift tomorrow."

The full routine made Gu Yanze look up at the sky.

In the next second, he took Zhong Qing's hand, and said gently: "I'm busy tomorrow and may not have time to accompany you, so why not give you a surprise in two days?"

Between gifts and surprises, the latter is obviously more attractive.

Zhong Qing thought about it in her heart, squinted her eyes and smiled and agreed: "Yes, remember to have a bigger surprise!"

The next morning.

The soft morning light shone into the bedroom, and Zhong Qing woke up from the comfortable big bed.

Perhaps it was because she was spoiled by everyone yesterday, so she slept surprisingly well last night, sleeping until dawn.

Stretching to get up, she was about to cook breakfast herself when she suddenly heard the phone on the bedside table ring.

Who would call her so early?

With a hint of curiosity on his cheeks, Zhong Qing saw the number displayed on the screen, which turned out to be the publishing house he had cooperated with in publishing comics before.

"Morning Miss Zhong, our promotion department recently took over a charity event, so I would like to ask if you are interested?"

The editor-in-chief's plan surprised Zhong Qing, and she asked curiously, "Do you mean to ask me to make a donation?"

For social welfare activities, Chung loves to come and go.

Usually, she pays attention to various public welfare projects online, and sometimes actively participates in real love actions.

"Miss Zhong misunderstood. We suggest that you participate in this event not just to donate money, but to republish your previous comics." The editor-in-chief explained patiently.

Zhong Qing seemed to understand a little bit, and tentatively expressed his conjecture: "The editor-in-chief intends to let me use part of the royalties for donations?"

On the other end of the phone, the editor-in-chief chuckled and continued to explain to her: "Next week, the convention center will hold a comic week, and the publishing house is going to help you organize a book signing event, and donate the comics sold on the spot to charity foundations."

Zhong Qing suddenly realized that she was enthusiastic about public welfare projects, and agreed in a brisk tone: "No problem, then I will trouble the editor-in-chief to make arrangements, and we will contact you later."

Hanging up the phone, Zhong Qing thought that the new work was about to be completed, and this signing was just a good time to help him promote himself.

In order to speed up the progress of new works, after breakfast, Zhong Qing went outside with his drawing board to find inspiration.

Although she loves to be a cartoonist, she has been trained in orthodox painting since she was a child, and she also likes to go out to sketch after work.

When she came to the park not far from her home, she set up the drawing board next to the artificial lake, mixed the paint and picked up the brush for landscape sketching.

The warm sun at ten o'clock is very comfortable on the body, Zhong can feel the breeze blowing on the skin, and his mood is calm and joyful.

In fact, her current life is very beautiful. Although she has experienced amnesia, one must always look forward, so why bother to dwell on the past?

Zhong Qing feels something in his heart while painting, and enjoys the present moment with all his heart.

However, in the middle of the sketching, I inadvertently discovered that there seemed to be two eyes staring at me in the bamboo forest behind me.

In an instant, her nerves tensed up, and all the good mood from early morning until now evaporated.

Zhong Qing recalled the last time Gu Yanze deliberately lured the stalker to the suburbs, and in the end the strange man found a chance to escape.

Could it be that man again...

The alarm bell in Zhong Qing's heart is loud, but in order to avoid being noticed by the other party, she continues to pretend to be ignorant and hold the brush to sketch.

For a moment, she caught a glimpse of the mysterious man in the bamboo grove from the corner of her eye, and thought of a plan.

Taking out the mobile phone from the bag, Zhong Qing called Zhou Mu'an, intentionally turning up his volume.

"Mu'an, didn't I ask you to help me with psychotherapy tomorrow? Can you come to today earlier? I have something important to discuss with you."

Last night Zhou Mu'an suffered from insomnia due to over-excitement until midnight. After being woken up by this incoming call, he heard Zhong Qing's words incomprehensible.

"Ah? When did you ask me for psychotherapy?" Zhou Mu'an asked blankly.

Regardless of her astonishment, Zhong Qing continued to talk to herself: "Anyway, let's meet and talk later, hurry up and wait for me at the old place, we will see you soon!"

"What? Which old place?" Zhou Muan on the phone was completely dumbfounded.

Zhou Mu'an hadn't woken up yet, he only listened to Zhong Qing and cut off the call.

Since it is acting, it is natural to strive for realism. Zhong Qing put down his mobile phone, packed up his drawing tools, and left the park with his drawing board on his back.

Walking down the pavement, she didn't look back, but her instincts told her that the stalker was on her heels.

After walking about two kilometers, Zhong Qing walked into a small alley alone.

This slender and straight alley is cramped and narrow, and can only accommodate two people at most. As for large vehicles such as cars, it is impossible to enter.

Zhong Qing walked quickly ahead, and as she walked into the depths of the alley, the noise around her gradually became indistinct.

At this time, apart from the sound of her footsteps, she vaguely felt that someone was following her not far behind.

Walking forward tens of meters, just as she was about to walk out of the alley, she stopped without warning.

Zhong Qing looks calm, it's time for the stalker to show up!

In the next move, she turned around abruptly, and saw the mysterious person a few meters away from her.