Be in low spirits

"Do you know me?" He had never told her his position, but she knew it.

She drank her tea calmly and said, "I am an important military official going to the opera house, so President Hou will certainly attach great importance to it."

"I thought you guys in the marquisate were only concerned about those old generals." He sat down opposite and started drinking tea.

In the corridor, two people in Mao suits walked towards them. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes. She quickly grabbed the hands of the people opposite and said, "Run!"

Then he ran towards the main entrance of the mall. People around him tried to avoid him, fearing that they would be hit. The two men in Mao suits also ran after him, shouting, "Miss!"

Looking at her hair flying across her face when she turned around, her panicked and alert eyes, her hand grabbing his wrist, like a free canary, breaking free from its cage and running towards a wider world, his heart also soared and he ran after her.

Two young people pursuing freedom are walking on the bustling street, and love is sprouting in their hearts.

Yang Lin hid behind a pillar and looked at the group of people, adding to himself: "What does this mean? Should I chase them or not?"

Gu Jinluo had just arrived in Jinghua and was not familiar with the terrain here. She just kept running along the road, not caring where she was running or how long she ran, until she got rid of the person behind her. She finally let go of the person in her hand, bent over and rested on the road, panting.

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing at her. She had been acting like a calm lady in front of the two guards, but now she was bent over and panting on the side of the road. "What are you hiding from?"

"Hide from my brother." She walked to the side and sat on the ground, taking off her shoes and looking at the red areas on her feet.

Ye Fan looked down at her, watching her lift her feet. The slit of her cheongsam made her thighs vaguely visible. He rolled his throat unconsciously, and his ears began to redden. Seeing that there were no people around, he took off his coat and put it on her legs. He coughed and said, "Are there still people from your brother in Jinghua?"

"Our Gu family owns shares in several shopping malls in Jinghua, so some of the senior executives were arranged by my father or brother. After I arrived in Jinghua, my brother asked these people to keep an eye on my whereabouts."

"It seems like he cares about you a lot?" He grabbed one of her feet and rubbed it for her.

"I don't know if I care or am controlling. I can do it myself." She felt embarrassed and wanted to pull it back.

"I often get my feet bruised during training, and what's more, don't you have an injury on your hand?" He didn't let go and pointed at the Band-Aid on her hand.

She couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she could only let him rub her. His broad palms, with a few calluses, rubbed against her skin, creating sparks and a sore feeling. He blew gently on the red area, which made her heart palpitate.

"Okay, hiding like this is not a solution. I'll take you to dinner. You're not familiar with Jingxi." He helped her put on her shoes, stood up, and stretched out his hand in front of her, trying to pull her up. She stood up with her hands on the ground, patted the dust off her buttocks with both hands, handed him the coat, and said, "Thank you."

He was a little disappointed, so he took his hand back, took the coat, and put it on his shoulders. She walked ahead unsteadily, "I've always wanted to try the special snacks in Jinghua. A young man like you shouldn't know about it, right?"

"In your eyes, am I just a pampered young man?" He followed behind her, his eyes unconsciously staring at her walking figure, and a word popped up in his mind: outstanding and graceful.

She turned around and smiled, "Isn't it?" In an instant, he fell into her eyes, as if she had finally reunited with her lover whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Her eyes were shining, her eyes were moving, and she was charming and affectionate.

She felt a little embarrassed being stared at, so she turned around and wanted to keep walking. A rickshaw started running on the road at a fast speed, and she couldn't dodge it in time, so she stumbled into his arms.

She smelled of camellia, the same scent he had smelled in the toilet when they first met. "Young masters have to eat, too." He held her hand tightly, led them across the street, and into the alley. He stopped in front of a roadside stall and said to the owner, "Two bowls of wontons and one serving of donkey rolls."

"What is Lvdagun?" It was the first time she heard the name and she was curious about everything in the alley and looked around.

The stall owner boiled two bowls of wontons, brought them in front of them, and said to Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye brought his wife to eat wontons again."

"Again?" Gu Jinluo understood the key point. It seemed that he often brought the little girl here.

He pulled the chopsticks out of the chopstick holder, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the boss awkwardly. The boss quickly explained: "Uh, sorry, I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong, Master Ye hasn't been here for a long time, you two eat first, I'll go make donkey rolls."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. I come here often, but I don't have any wife." He took out a handkerchief, wiped the chopsticks and handed it to her.

"Even if there is, what does it have to do with me?" She took the chopsticks and started eating the wontons.

"Really, I don't have one, let alone a wife. I don't even have a girlfriend. The ones I brought with me before were all relatives of my classmates in the military academy. Don't get me wrong." If it were anything else, it would be fine, but as for a wife, he always felt that there would be such a person. After taking one look at her, he would decide that she was the one for his life, and there would never be another.

"What's the misunderstanding? It's human nature for men and women to get married and for young people to have deep feelings for each other. What's there to misunderstand?" Speaking of this, she couldn't help but think of her own situation. Marriage is an unswerving choice for others, but for her, it's just a business deal for her father.

What she said seemed to be right. There was no misunderstanding. My hasty explanation only made the matter more obvious.

"Why didn't you go to the opera house today?" He felt a little strange about meeting her in the mall.

She raised her hand and said casually, "My hand is injured."

The boss brought the donkey rolls. She looked at the ball of dough and poked it with her chopsticks, "Is this what is called donkey rolls?" Then she picked one up with chopsticks and carefully put it into her mouth.

Soybean powder fell on the table and stuck to her lips. Ye Fan took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. She took out her own handkerchief from her arms and said, "No, I have one myself. It would be better if I had a cup of tea now."

After saying that, she wiped her lips, leaving a lipstick mark on it and placed it on the table.

"Wait a minute." Ye Fan went up to say something to the boss, then ran off to another place, and came back with a large bowl of tea. "Come on, try it. We don't have the Kung Fu tea you have in the south. We can only find large bowls of tea for now, and I don't know if you can get used to it."

She took a sip from the bowl. The tea was rich and had a hint of jasmine. "You really should drink less jasmine green tea."

"Didn't you come back from studying abroad? Why do you like traditional culture such as drinking tea and cheongsam?" Looking at the way she drank tea, she didn't look like a modern young person who had received Western education at all.

"I have never liked Western culture. I learned those things just to win my father's approval." When she said this, a hint of sadness appeared on her face.

"It's understandable that the aristocratic families have no choice." He expressed his deep sympathy.

"Do you know any good photo studio? I haven't submitted the photos the theater asked me to submit yet." She didn't want to talk about her father with outsiders and changed the subject.

"I'll take you there after we finish eating." He wiped the soup that dripped from her chin with a handkerchief and wiped off the soybean powder on the table.

The owner of the photo studio was very enthusiastic when he saw him, and greeted him like an acquaintance. When he saw the woman behind him, he smiled as if he understood, and leaned in to say something to him. He quickly explained, "Don't talk nonsense, this is Miss Gu from Anjiang."

The wonton shop and the photo studio all looked like this. He really looked like a playboy from a noble family. She couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "He looks serious, but he's actually a dandy boy."

During the photo shoot, the studio's landline phone rang. The boss picked up the phone, nodded and said a few words, then handed the phone to Ye Fan and said, "Secretary-General's Office."

He was a little stunned. Looking at Gu Jinluo who was sitting on a stool preparing to take a photo, he took the phone and said, "Uncle."

"Miss Gu is with you?"

"Yes."

"Make sure she is safe." Ye Liangyun gave clear instructions and hung up the phone.

It seems that Gu Lang really cares about his younger sister.

After the boss took the photo of him, he asked him to stand there and said, "Since you are here, let's take a photo together. Talented man and beautiful woman, you can be the face of my photo studio."