hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 8
　In the morning, Gu Yihan woke up to a burst of ethereal and melodious violin music.

　Suddenly, I had the illusion that I was still living in the Gu family’s mansion. The old housekeeper played the violin to wake him up, and the Filipino maid gently pushed over the breakfast cart. On the mahogany table next to the bed, there were round-grained rice porridge and more than a dozen kinds of delicate side dishes—— Yes, everyone in their Gu family has different schedules. They never have breakfast together, and each room is in charge of each room.

　Perhaps, a weird family like the Gu family would give birth to a weird self.

　But elder brother Gu Dashao is different, at least, he is more like a normal person than him.

　Gu Yihan couldn't help showing a bitter smile when he thought of his father's expression of admiration and doting towards his brother and his face of dodging his reproach.

　He pressed the phone on the bedside with his deep hand.

　The violin music stopped abruptly.

　It was just a recorded phone ringtone.
　He is still alone, living in the presidential suite of the Cosmopolitan Hotel.

　Jumping up from the bed, he walked to the cloakroom.In the arc-shaped cloakroom, there is a row of white shirts, a row of black suits and black trousers, a row of black leather shoes below, and two columns of underwear in the middle, white and black, only these two colors are visible, eyes closed You can't go wrong either.

　There are two other drawers, one for ties and the other for bow ties, but there are a few out-of-the-ordinary colors.

　Without thinking, he chose a grape purple tie.

　The waiter knocked on the door and brought him an authentic American breakfast.

　Coffee, cereal, egg burgers.

　very simple.

　It's outrageously simple.

　May I ask, which president, chief boss-level figure spends his night and breakfast like this?
　Probably only him, Gu Yihan.

　Every minute of his time is now worth millions of dollars.

　He doesn't want to waste on anything unnecessary.

　Whether it's a meal or a woman.

　The time of waiting for the Filipino maid to serve, and slowly tasting all kinds of private dishes has been far away from him.

　The driver, Jiang Ping, was already waiting outside the door, his chubby face was smiling like honey.

　"Morning chief, the color of the tie is so romantic. The group of women are thinking about the color of the tie again, talking about how you feel about the boss today."

　Gu Yihan entered the elevator with a blank expression, and got into the car with a blank expression.

　Alas, I really can't figure out the mood index of the boss, Jiang Ping muttered, closed the car door, trotted around the rear of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

　"Chief, it's the woman from yesterday!"

　Hearing Jiang Ping's yelling, Gu Yihan slightly tilted his head and casually glanced out the window.

　It's that crazy woman named Tang Yumo, that's right, wearing a white down jacket like a chubby white bear, her hair is still long and loose, messy by the wind.
　I really didn't see it.
　He frowned and couldn't help shaking his head.

　"Walk."

　The car started slowly.

　The figure of Tang Yumo rushing into the lobby and rushing out was reflected in the rear mirror.

　I also got on a tattered motorcycle that came out of nowhere.

　All the way soaring quickly behind them.

　Is this following his rhythm?

　Gu Yihan frowned so much that it was about to freeze.

　The office building of the Yunju Group is not far from the Four Seas Hotel, only a 2-minute drive away.

　Such a short distance should be low-carbon travel instead of driving.Jiang Ping muttered silently in his heart.

　However, he didn't dare to speak indiscriminately. Look at the woman behind, chasing the chief on a motorcycle, how hard it was to chase, the result of speaking indiscriminately, maybe he had to drive a broken motorcycle.

　Tang Yumo got off the car at the door of the office building where Yunju Group was located, and hurried inside.

　"Bah—"

　Inadvertently, he bumped into the car door that had just opened.

　Just bumped into the left arm that was pulled twice yesterday, and the pain was unbearable.Waiting to see the person getting off the car. Isn't it the ice cube face from yesterday? !
　Just as he was about to release his anger, he saw Bingcuian face showing a slightly gentle expression, and stretched out his hand to her.

(End of this chapter)