Dear Commander-in-Chief

When the man opened his mouth, his cold voice instantly quieted the chaotic scene.

The female relatives in the room, including the old lady who was nearly seventy years old, couldn't help but gasp.

This man's aura is too strong, his voice is too domineering, and his figure...is too sexy!

Even Gu Yuanyuan, who was beaten and weeping on the ground, endured the severe pain, got up and looked at him intently.

Mr. Gu frowned slightly: "Are you...?"

Why didn't he remember that he had a date?

Who is this man? Why doesn't he have the slightest impression?

At this moment, Gu Qiqi was standing beside Mr. Gu, her little heart was beating so fast!

The moment Gongjue opened the door and came in, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

It really is impatient not to raise a man.

I have been waiting for her outside the door, finally, are you tired of waiting?

But...but if he just barged in so forcefully, how would she explain the relationship between them?

The news about "an old man taking care of her" on the Internet is just speculation, and it has already been spread by Gu Meifeng and her daughter everywhere, and the grandmother even asked the family law to punish her.

If they caught her on the spot and took a strange man home, and knew that Gong Jue came for her, she would be even more confused!

She was so worried that Gong Jue's next sentence would answer Grandpa - "I am his man!"

According to Bujunan's simple and rude temper, this is very possible.

Gu Qiqi's big black grape-like eyes stared fixedly at Gong Jue, silently, revealing a touch of request.

Please please!

Can you go out first?

I can handle it myself, really!

Gong Jue's deep eyes swept across her face coolly.

immediately.

Unceremoniously, he sat directly on the teacher's chair opposite Mr. Gu!

Thin lips froze: "I am..."

Gu Qiqi was heartbroken, and suddenly mentioned it.

She had never felt that Gong Jue's presence was so strong.

That tall and muscular body almost made the whole study room look cramped.

Even though he was wearing sunglasses, his eyes seemed to be able to shine through the black lenses; even though he was sitting, he was even more condescending than the women standing in a row!

She closed her eyes.

Forget it, Gong Jue likes to declare ownership.

He likes to talk, so let's go.

It's a big deal, she will never look back at her family from now on, and those people in the Gu family can't smear her any more, spread the word that she was adopted, and just ignore it...

However.

Next second!

Gong Jue's cool voice made her eyelids twitch!

"I'm here to deliver the painting that the old man asked for. Why, it seems that everyone doesn't welcome me?" Gong Jue said, and with his slender fingers, he unfolded a piece of thin tissue paper in his hand.

An ink landscape painting was slowly displayed in front of everyone.

With just a few strokes, the artistic conception is far away.

The old man only glanced at it, and surprise appeared on his serious face: "This is... Ms. Song Song's "Fishing Snow in the Cold River Alone"?"

Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.

The most famous female painter in the empire for more than 20 years, Ms. Song Song's hot new work has just been grandly exhibited at the Paris Art Exhibition.

Many people asked for a lot of money, and the price reached 200 million yuan, but Ms. Song Song said with a smile that this painting was only for bosom friends to appreciate, not for sale.

Mr. Gu once commented on this painting, and praised to his students the far-reaching artistic conception expressed by this painting, that literati do not follow the trend or be changed by power.

But he never imagined that the original painting was sent to his study.

"It was my mother who asked me to send it." Gong Jue handed the painting to old man Gu, "The old man is upright and upright, he is out of the world and refined, which is suitable for the artistic conception of this painting."

Old man Gu was shocked again.

This is Ms. Song Song's son?

Mrs. Gu was even more shocked.

She doesn't know much about painting, but she knows that Song Song has two sons. This man has such a dignified temperament. Could it be the one from the presidential palace?