Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 69 This romantic fart.

    There was no entertainment in the evening, and the originally scheduled dinner was canceled due to the sudden emergency of the other party. Gu Zhuoyan said a few words of relief, and after hanging up, he packed up his things and got ready to leave work, and pressed the internal line.

    Zhou Qiang came in: "General Manager, what's the matter?"

    Gu Zhuoyan ordered: "Boss Meng's mother is sick, order a flower basket and buy some supplements for preparation." He got up and put on his coat, "Okay, let's get off work. Zhou Qiang made a note of

    it, and reminded before going out: "General Manager, don't forget your flowers."

    Gu Zhuoyan's movements froze, and the large bunch of red roses that had been on the tea table for a whole day were still booming. So Gu Zhuoyan put on his clothes, packed his bags, and didn't leave. He waited abruptly until the other employees had almost left before he dared to leave work with the flowers in his arms.

    He is a dignified general manager of a group, thanks to Zhuang Fanxin, he looks like a thief.

    However, Gu Zhuoyan waited for the elevator with ninety-nine red roses around his arm, and his body was filled with the fragrance of flowers. When the elevator door slowly opened, his own father, Gu Shibo, stood inside.

    The father and son looked at each other for a few seconds, and when the elevator doors were about to close, Gu Shibo was the first to say, "Come in."

    Gu Zhuoyan walked in bravely, backed up and leaned against the wall, but the golden elevator doors reflected everything . He glanced at Gu Shibo, and found that Gu Shibo was frowning at him, making him more embarrassed and ashamed.

    "If you want to ask, just ask." Gu Zhuoyan couldn't take it anymore, "Mr. Meng's mother had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, don't hold back your head."

    Gu Shibo glanced at him, scolded him, "It's not big or small", and then stared at him. The bouquet of roses asked: "Are you giving this to someone else, or is someone else giving it to you?"

    Gu Zhuoyan replied: "It's for me.

    " , as if very speechless, Gu Shibo suddenly remembered something, and comprehended, "That boy from Wen's family gave it?"

    "No." Gu Zhuoyan simply informed, "It's nothing to do with that child, and he will be a younger brother from now on."

    He understood Gu Shibo's temperament, was serious, and would never waste time exploring the romance, so he would not ask him who sent the flowers. Sure enough, Gu Shibo just nodded without asking any further questions, but smiled casually.

    The father and son are very similar in this respect, they curled their lips lightly, and couldn't hide the banter. Gu Zhuoyan was immediately uncomfortable, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

    "I'm happy for you." Gu Shibo said, "You are quite popular."

    How can I talk about my son like that, Gu Zhuoyan just thought Back to the first floor, Gu Shibo stepped out after the door opened, and returned to seriousness before leaving: "But the company is a place for work, not a place for romance.

    Gu Zhuoyan said: "This is not an example. "

    He went down to the parking lot, and when he took out the car keys, he took out the card, Happy New Year's Day.

    What a romantic fart. When we

    drove home, there was only cold pot and stove in the lonely apartment, so Gu Zhuoyan took off his tie and threw it away. , lay down on the sofa and ordered takeaway. After paying, a message popped in just in time, unexpectedly it was from Zhuang Fanxin.