Mr. Gu, Madam is on the hot search again.

Chapter 114
The Chi family's family dinner didn't have so many rules, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed and harmonious. What's more, with Ye Zhiqiu, a master of language arts, the hour of dinner passed extremely quickly.

After the meal, the men and women automatically divided into two camps. Gu Yuan, who still wanted to stay with Chi Yu, was summoned into the study by Chi Jingming with a wave of his hand.

Before leaving, Gu Yuan met Chi Yu's worried eyes and patted the back of her slightly cold hand comfortingly.

This small movement in the dark happened to be fully visible to Ye Xianghua, who couldn't help but chuckle.

"Your dad still likes Xiaoyuan quite a lot now!"

Ye Zhiqiu pinched the blueberry and put it in his mouth like a compliment, "What should I say? Didn't you like it before?"

"The little cotton-padded jacket has changed hands, so you will be a little dissatisfied!"

Ye Xianghua smiled brightly and selectively ignored Chi Yu's rolling eyes, completely forgetting how keen he was on matching his daughter.

After talking and laughing for a while, Chi Yu finally waited until Gu Yuan was released. Chi Yu saw that her always majestic old father also had a smile on his face. She looked at Gu Yuan with eyes that showed appreciation from the inside out. She intuitively felt that this There must be some ulterior motive in it.

On the way back to Mingyuan Villa, Chi Yu couldn't help but ask the drunken man beside her, "What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my dad?"

It wasn't an important matter, and Gu Yuan didn't want to talk about it specifically. After all, there was always a suspicion that he was asking for credit. But at this time, Chi Yu's hand lightly scratched his palm a few times, urging him to think. After hearing the answer, Gu Yuan made the move naturally.

"The drone used in Luobei last time had some technical problems, so I found a few experts in this field to optimize the remote sensing function of the iterative product."

It turned out to be the wasted piece of shit she was talking about.

Unexpectedly, the words he blurted out in anger at that time would be taken to heart by Gu Yuan.

The drone business is what Lao Chi is most concerned about now. Putting new products into production is already a bit difficult in terms of technology.

With Gu Yuan's help this time, it was a huge help. It's no wonder why Chi Jingming liked this son-in-law today.

"You're pretty good at doing what you want..." Chi Yu teased the person next to her and leaned over involuntarily.

The little hand that was originally held in his palm playfully came out, grasped his long fingers again, and intertwined their fingers seriously.

The friction between the knuckles felt like a match, which attracted Gu Yuan to lean forward, trying to steal a scent from those plump red lips, but he was touched by a soft palm in the middle, and Chi Yu's suppressed voice lingered in his ears. A sweet voice.

"...I'll kiss you when I get home."

Well, not like a rejection, more like an invitation.

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It seems that the weather in City C has never been sunny. This is the conclusion that Lin Hetao has come to after living here for 18 years.

Winter is still hard to endure. Compared with the dry and chilling cold in Beijing, this place is along the coast.

The salty and wet wind is mixed with the chill, and it seems to embed the cold into the seams of people's bones, leaving no power to fight back.

The hotel was set at the InterContinental Hotel, which was some distance from the city center. Overlooking the river, the view from the high-rise rooms here was unparalleled, but Lin Hetao was not interested and just wanted some peace and quiet.

He is probably somewhat allergic to the people and things in C City.

The suitcase is not big and does not contain much luggage. What takes up the most space is the computer he usually uses for work. After all, he does not intend to keep it too much.

A message from Fang Zishu came on the phone.

[Who invented the Happy New Year?Who's better? 】

[If you don’t know how to cook, you can only kill your hands. After killing fish and shrimps all afternoon, my heart is already colder than the knife in RT-Mart’s fresh food section. 】

【A messy kitchen.jpg】

[Senior, haven’t you arrived yet? 】【I take back what I just said!Lychee shrimp balls are delicious!Wait until I learn how to show you my skills! 】

The last message was posted 10 minutes ago. In the picture sent, Fang Zishu smiled with satisfaction. He held half-bitten shrimp balls with chopsticks in his hand. It seemed that he was eager to taste them in the kitchen as soon as they came out of the pot.

Lin Hetao seemed to be reviewing a memorial, replying to these trivial thoughts one by one, and finally reported "Arrived at the hotel."

The sun always sets too quickly in winter.

The sun, which had been missing all day, hurriedly left behind a few minutes of orange light at the end of the day, leaving the room in a grayish gloom.

Fang Zishu was probably busy because he didn't reply to the message quickly.

Lin Hetao nestled in the darkness, slowly looking through the chat records between the two of them, which were messy and endless.

Fang Zishu's message frequency was as inconsistent as her own. She would send a lot of messages when she got up, and when she was busy, there would occasionally be no messages for a long time. However, she frequently affected Lin Hetao, and she would pick up her phone to check from time to time.

The dialog boxes are always white and long, while the green ones are short and clumsy.

It was almost time. Lin Hetao didn't change his clothes, and drove to Lin's house in a dusty black suitcase.

The older generation always said that they would not go out after posting Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve. It was getting late and there were very few pedestrians on the street.

When we reached the cross-river bridge, the black steel giant suddenly lit up with colored lights in the hazy evening, shining brightly with joy.

Lin Hetao suddenly remembered that three years had passed since he last returned to City C.

"you are back."

The servant laid out the slippers, which were a brand new pair. The sound of TV could be heard faintly in the house. Lin Hetao nodded, changed his shoes and walked into the house.

17-year-old Lin Jiayu was lying on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing his brother walking in and shouting in the direction of the bedroom, his eyes were focused on the screen again.

"My son is back!" Lin's mother, Liu Qing, hurried down from upstairs and hugged her eldest son, who was a head taller than her.

I don't know whether he accidentally saw something on the TV or whether he was intentional about it, but Lin Jiayu on the sofa let out a "scoff" that was neither serious nor serious.

Not used to the sudden change of names, let alone such intimate movements, Lin Hetao didn't reach out, hugged him briefly, then straightened up and stepped back.

Lin's father, Lin Feng, stood behind him and gave a distant smile as a greeting to his son whom he had not seen for three years.

The New Year's Eve dinner was not a lively scene. The dishes were sumptuous, but the only one who enjoyed the meal was the heartless Lin Jiayu.

Lin Hetao said no more than ten sentences since he entered the house.

At this time, the servants at home had already cleared away the leftovers on the table, and the lively and joyful party was playing in the background.

Lin Feng winked at his wife, and Liu Qing smiled and said, "The family is ready. Let's stay home and have a good rest tonight!"

"It's not convenient, so I won't stay. I'll go back to Beijing tomorrow morning."

Lin Hetao's tone was calm and his attitude was quite respectful, but it made Lin Feng couldn't help but frown.

"Where do you want to go if you don't live at home? I asked you to come back for the New Year with good intentions. What is your attitude towards your mother?"

The house fell silent, with only the noisy TV still playing festive songs. Lin Hetao felt unprecedented fatigue sweeping over his body.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush."

(End of this chapter)