Revenge can't be counterattacked

The person who claimed to be beaten to death finally let go, strolled back to his bedroom obediently, and closed the door to sleep.

She asked Guo Qi, do you hate her?

After all, she has been lying to her.

Guo Qi hugged her and shook his head, saying that he didn't hate her, she believed that what she said was true, if she had been hurt so badly, she would have revenge.

However, she still didn't believe that her mother would do such a thing. She said that she would find out the truth and give her an explanation no matter what.

Guo Qi didn't allow her to break up with her, and he didn't allow her to live in someone else's house. He even insisted on beating him to death so that he wouldn't move out.

It's not an option to keep hugging like this and not let go, so Zhuang Yan had to compromise and promised her that the two of them would continue to live together, but keep a distance and calm down with each other. The main thing is to let Guo Qi calm down and move out if he wants to.

"I can't think about it, I can't think about it for the rest of my life!"

Zhuang Yan pretended not to hear the child's angrily reply, and took out her salary card and the check-out deposit that she had given her before.

"I didn't touch any of the money in it. It's enough for you to rent a single room near the company, saving you the hard work of taking so long on the bus every day."

Guo Qi refused to take it, but Zhuang Yan forced it to her, "This is a condition for maintaining the status quo for the time being, and it must be taken."

Guo Qi pouted and closed it.

Zhuang Yan asked casually: "You are also stupid, this place is so far away, why did you rent here?"

She had asked this question when she first moved in, but suddenly wanted to ask it again.

Guo Qi held his card and lowered his head, he was dawdling and didn't want to go back to his room, when he heard this, he froze for a moment.

"actually……"

"Ok?"

"actually, I……"

Zhuang Yan's hands tightened slightly, "Actually what?"

"Actually, when I was looking for a house, I didn't find a job. At that time, I saw that the house was cost-effective, so I rented it."

The clenched hands froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed, Zhuang Yan didn't say any more, sent her back to the room and locked the door, and stood leaning against the door for a long time.

Early the next morning, she sent Guo Ge a message.

[Can we meet to see the contract?If there is no problem, I am willing to join your company. 】

Guo Ge really replied in seconds.

【good!Let's meet and talk! 】

Zhuang Yan replied: [Go to the company? 】

This time it was not as fast as the first time. After a long pause, Guo Ge came back.

[Today is on vacation, why not come to my house?You can talk slowly. 】

Zhuang Yan pushed down her gold-rimmed glasses, with a half-smile, and lightly typed a word.

【it is good. 】

Guo Ge replied in seconds: [I'll pick you up. 】

[Don't bother, just give me the address. 】

When going out, Guo Qi was still sleeping, and she left a note.

[To meet a friend, don't worry, wait for me at home obediently. 】

Zhuang Yan was a little surprised that Guo Ge's house was a duplex building, not a villa.

As soon as the door was opened, Guo Ge was wearing a nightgown, with long hair casually scattered on his shoulders, looking lazy, as if he just got out of bed, but he was wearing delicate makeup.

"Dress more casually at home, don't mind."

"Just don't think I'm bothering you."

Following her into the door, I took a quick glance at the open kitchen, a dedicated wine bar, low-key luxury, and a simple European style.

"This is the apartment where my sister often lives. She likes it here, and I will live here when I go back to China."

Zhuang Yan followed her to sit on the sofa, "It's nice to live together and see each other every day."

"She's just a wild girl. She runs around without a clue. This time, she came back to stay for one night. She basically didn't meet her. What do you want to drink?"

Guo Ge was standing in front of the bar with a goblet on his back, looking back, full of charm, completely different from the sassy and clear girl in his memory, and also different from the gentle and gentle girl he had seen in front of people before.

Zhuang Yan said lightly: "It's all fine."

"Then... Gold Margarita."

Click, a glass of cocktail filled with the deep sea was placed in front of her, Guo Ge leaned over to look at her with tenderness, the relationship of leaning over, the collar of the nightgown was loose, and there was a faint glimpse, no, two touches of vermilion.

Didn't even wear a bra!

Zhuang Yan was caught off guard and hurriedly looked away.

Guo Ge smiled slightly, turned around and sat next to her, "Try it."

Zhuang Yan raised her hand and took a sip, "It tastes good."

Guo Ge also took a sip: "This is the golden Margaret, also known as the lover's tears. It is said that it originated from Margaret's lover's longing for the deceased Margaret. Even if life and death are separated, the love is still deep." Yu, is it romantic?"

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly, "Classic cocktails, my friends and I often order them, Mr. Guo's concoctions are no worse than professional bartenders."

Guo Ge froze for a moment, "That's right, there are a few people in the metropolis who have never gone to a bar to drink."

The conversation changed, and she asked again: "Have you had breakfast? I just haven't eaten yet, so let's eat together?"

"I have already eaten."

"Eat it and eat a little more, so you can accompany me?"

"it is good."

Guo Ge stood up with a smile, "You can walk around as you like, and it will be fine soon."

Zhuang Yan put down the Gold Margarita that she only took a sip of.

Get up early and drink, huh!

Suppressing the soreness in her heart, she stood up, Guo Ge cracked eggs, and said to her, "Upstairs to the left is my bedroom, and the contract is on my bedside, you can go and see it first. "

"Then I'm welcome."

She was so rude, turned and walked upstairs.

There are only two doors upstairs, one left and one right.

Left hand side?

Zhuang Yan turned around and opened the door on the right.

The room was a bit dark, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked the window tightly. She stepped forward and opened a gap, and the room was much brighter.

This is a suite, the outer room is a study room, the bookcases are full, world famous professional books and comic romance novels, everything is messy, and the inner room is a bedroom.

Zhuang Yan took a rough look around the bookcase, went around to the desk, opened the drawer, paper and pen charger, everything was messy, and then pulled the other one, which was locked.

Going around to the bedroom, it is not a problem to sleep three people in the custom-made big bed, and it looks comfortable.

Pulling open the bedside table, VIP cards, bank cards, lipsticks, small mirrors were all messed up, flipped through it casually, and there were two identical keys lying casually at the bottom.

Zhuang Yan pricked up her ears and listened downstairs. There was a faint sound of cooking. She picked up the key and walked out quickly. With a click, she actually opened the only locked drawer.

Unlike the other drawers that were piled up in a mess, this drawer contained nothing but a light blue folder.

After pulling out the folder and flipping through it roughly, the frown became tighter and tighter. This is really an unexpected harvest.

After hesitating for a while, she opened the clip, took off the files, rolled them up and stuffed them into the sleeves, put the folder back into the drawer and locked it, and put the key back in place.

The sound of cooking had stopped, so she withdrew from the room, opened the door on the left, took the contract Guo Ge said, turned and went downstairs.

Guo Ge turned off the range hood and gave her a charming smile, "Did you find it?"

"I found it." She raised the contract and said politely, "Your curtains are beautiful."

"Those are autumn curtains, and it's time to change them for winter in a few days."

"Your curtains are divided into seasons?"

Taking advantage of Guo Ge's turning around, she quickly took out the documents from the sleeve and stuffed them into her bag.

"Yes, according to the seasons, the light is different in spring, summer, autumn and winter, so of course the curtains used are also different. Different curtains in different seasons also have a positive effect on changing the mood."

As she spoke, there was a light click, and a plate of master-level omelet rice was placed in front of her, and the red tomato sauce drew a tacky but heart-piercing double heart.

"I'm not good at craftsmanship, I can only do this, try it."

Putting down the contract that only read two words, picked up a long-handled spoon and scooped out a spoonful. The yellow and tender egg skin was dipped in tomato sauce, and the fried rice was chewy, and they were put into the mouth together.

After chewing it, her mouth was full of fragrance, and she felt a dull pain in her heart when she was familiar with it.

"what about the taste?"

Guo Ge sat next to her, obviously there was a dining table, but he wanted to eat at the coffee table.

Zhuang Yan nodded, "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good, do you want to add more tomato sauce?"

The last sentence seemed to overlap with a morning many years ago.

For a while, every weekend Guo Ge would spend the night at her house in the name of studying. Most of the time, she cooked breakfast, or the two of them went out to eat together. Only once, it was Guo Ge who made it.

The night before, they had been chasing Korean dramas in the middle of the night. The male lead, rich and handsome, liked the female lead. He tried everything he could to please the female lead by giving flowers and money. Once the female lead was sick and wanted to eat omelet rice. He followed the recipe book and was clumsy. He made a defective product with broken eggs, but the heroine was moved by him.

In the early morning of the next day, Guo Ge had to make breakfast himself for the first time. What he made was the omelet rice. Did not understand her intentions.

Guo Ge was eating omelet rice, looking at her, seemingly casually talking.

"13 years ago, I made omelet rice for the first time, and it was a mess. For the next 13 years, I made it almost every day. Every time I made it, I was very excited, but after I finished it, I was very disappointed. Even if I did it So what if it’s so good? No one will eat it anymore, never will.”

Zhuang Yan paused for a moment, swallowed the omelet rice in her mouth, and said, "Why is no one eating it? Family and friends, yes, and your sister."

Guo Ge shook his head, put down the ladle, and turned to look at her.

"My omurice is only made for one person, and other than that person, no one else is qualified."

Zhuang Yan had just scooped out a spoonful, but before she put it in her mouth, she paused, and then she smiled lightly: "Thank you Mr. Guo for being so respectful of me. If there is no problem with the contract, I will definitely do a good job and live up to your appreciation."

Guo Ge didn't say any more. He glanced at the barely moving Gold Margarita, got up and poured her a glass of water.

After eating, she picked up the contract and read it carefully. After reading a few lines, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but chuckled.

"This condition is too generous, I can't believe it."

The salary is higher than that of international supermodels. She only needs to shoot one advertisement and one group of photos every year, and the rest of the time is considered as vacation, and there is no compensation clause for breach of contract at all.

The only downside is that the contract will last for 20 years!

Excessive exaggeration, it is incredible for anyone to look at it.

"It's not an exaggeration. The image spokesperson represents the image of the entire company. Frequently changing the spokesperson will not achieve the brand effect it should have. Just like KFC, the founder's avatar endorsement is better than anything else. Even if you get old in the future, your image has been deeply rooted. People's hearts represent our company, and this is the best effect I want."

After a pause, she emphasized, "20 years is too little for me. I originally wanted to write about 50 years."