good night warlord

Gu Qingya shook her head:
"No, no, Mommy, you are wrong, I don't want that Uncle Li to be my stepfather.

Mommy, have you ever heard a word?A drunken man does not want to drink..."

Cheng Shiqin still didn't quite understand the meaning of her daughter's words:
"Why is it not in the wine law?"

Gu Qingya changed a sofa, sat next to Cheng Shiqin, leaned into her mother's ear and whispered:

"Mommy, do you think that if you agree to meet Uncle with that surnamed Li, can Uncle go too..."

Cheng Shiqin was already worried about why she often went to Gu Haichuan, but now that she had such a good excuse, why did she just remember it now.

……

The Gu family, Gu Qingyi waited for the mother and daughter to leave before chatting with their father.

"Father, do I have Zhuangzi under my name?"

Hearing his daughter's question, the relaxed expression on Gu Haichuan's face became a lot more serious:
"Qingyi, do you remember anything?"

The little girl shook her head. Looking at her father's reaction, she always felt that her father didn't want her to remember those things in the past.

Otherwise, Dad should look happier.

"No, I just thought of Orlando by accident. For some reason, I made a video call with him, and then he said that there is a language orchid asking me to plant it on my farm, so I want to ask you if you know about it. thing."

Gu Qingyi really noticed that her father seemed to breathe a sigh of relief because of her words.

Is there really bad things before amnesia?
Gu Haichuan explained:

"There is a manor, and I know Yulanhua.

When you and your mother went abroad to visit Orlando, Orlando knew that there is a kind of flower called orchid in our country. It is very precious and rare. promised him to help him plant. "

It turned out to be like this, but unfortunately she forgot many things after the car accident, even such an important thing:
"How is the flower now? Has it been planted? And where is my Zhuangzi?"

She even has a farm, haha, can she go there when Yan is not busy during the war?

"Flowers came out, and I experimented with them for many years.

Recently, the flowers bloomed in Zhuangzi, and the gardener took pictures for me. I saw that you didn't mention it, and thought you didn't remember it, so I didn't tell you. I will find it out and show it to you. "

Gu Haichuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, then flipped through the picture and showed it to Gu Qingyi.

Gu Qingyi's original imagination was one or two pots of orchids cultivated in the flower shed, but after seeing the photos, Gu Qingyi realized that she was completely wrong.

It turned out to be a whole sea of ​​flowers... a whole sea of ​​purple flowers.

Yulan is a purple flower with small petals, but it is delicate and delicate at a glance.

The little girl held the phone in her hand, looked at the sea of ​​flowers from different angles, and couldn't help but marvel:

"Oh my god, it's so pretty!"

"Yes, but after you notify Orlando, these flowers will be removed. If Orlando can come to Hancheng to study in person, these flowers can be kept longer." Gu Haichuan reminded.

The little girl nodded.

Studying perfume is definitely not something that will happen overnight, and I will discuss it with Orlando when the time comes.

With such a beautiful sea of ​​flowers, she really couldn't bear to see them become naked.

After asking about Zhuangzi, it turned out that Zhuangzi belonged to her mother, but now it belongs to her, Gu Qingyi couldn't help but think of her mother.

Because of the amnesia caused by the car accident, she had already forgotten a lot of things. If her father hadn't placed pictures of her mother everywhere at home, she would have almost forgotten them.

"Dad, I want to go and see Mom's studio."

Gu Haichuan's peaceful face also became a bit more sad because of his daughter's words.

"Father will accompany you."

The two went upstairs one after the other, and the mother's studio occupied the entire third floor of Gu Garden, it was very large, Gu Qingyi felt a sense of familiarity welling up in her heart when she walked up.

It seems that I have knocked over the ink tray in this studio, snatched my mother's brush, and painted myself as a little cat.

Gu Qingyi stood at the door, a little afraid to go in.

She was afraid that she would recall more and more things, but there were memories about her mother here. She took a deep breath before walking in.

It seems that more and more fragments are emerging in the head.

She seemed to see herself standing next to her mother in the original intention, seriously drawing something on the drawing table.

"Dad, can I draw?"

Gu Qingyi asked based on her own memory fragments. When she walked into the studio, she was met with the scent of ink.

My mother is a master of ink painting, and my father collected many paintings of my mother to hang here.

Gu Haichuan often came to the studio to sit quietly. Every table and chair here was wiped clean by himself, so it was spotless.

His wife's paintings are also maintained by him himself, not fake hands.

"When you were young, you always quarreled with your mother. Your mother thought you were too noisy, so she started teaching you to draw when you were three years old. Although you are not as good as your mother's painting skills, your painting father likes it very much. "

Gu Qingyi was worried that her father would be sad, and her father's heart was not good, so she couldn't be too sad, so she said jokingly:
"I reckon you'd like it if I drew the eagle like a chicken."

Gu Haichuan was amused by his daughter's naughty words, but that's not the case. In his eyes, his daughter is the best in everything.

Gu Qing thought that his father laughed, so he was relieved.

Walking to the painting table, the little girl also poured some ink into the ink tray based on the pictures in her memory. When her father saw her acting like this, he naturally stood aside and began to grind the ink.

The little girl took out a piece of rice paper, and then took a wolf hair from the white jade pen stand.

After pinching the pen holder for a long time, Gu Qingyi let Lang Hao dip some ink and started to write...

HX Group.

The group meeting was being held, and the man sitting at the head was listening to the reports from various departments with his eyebrows fixed.

"The bidding companies for Bihai Bay's fifth-phase resort now include Tianyi Group, Guhai Group, Rongle Group, and Qifeng Group.

Among them, Tianyi Group is the most powerful. They have undertaken the construction of Longting Garden real estate, Central Yipin real estate and Yuhuayuan real estate. They have rich experience and their quotations are relatively low.

The strength of the Furuhime Group is slightly weaker..."

During the war, Yan raised his hand to stop the executive's analysis, and asked lightly:
"Tianyi was collectively sued by the owners when it was building Longting Garden. Jianzhong Yipin and Yuhuayuan both fell to their workers' death. Why would such a company be included in the bidding?"

The man's tone was not cold, but anyone who knew him well knew that the calmer he was, the more astonished he was.

The executive who had just given the report looked a little nervous. Just as he was about to explain, the stainless steel mobile phone the man placed next to the document vibrated.

The man frowned and raised his hand to take out the mobile phone and held it in his palm. The corners of his originally meticulous lips were slightly curved.

The tense atmosphere in the whole office that had just risen because of Tianyi Group's incident was relieved.

A text message came to the phone:
"Honey, do you know? My mother is a master of ink painting, you know, I am also a very good painter. I drew a portrait of you, do you want to see it?"