Gu Yang glanced at Feng Jue suspiciously. The micro-expression she caught just now told her that he did not mean it.
She still took Feng Jue to go shopping and gave him material care.
After returning to Gu's villa, she went to find Gu Jin and told her about the photo.
Gu Jin lazily leaned on the computer chair, playing with a replica gun in her hand. Casually raised her eyes to look at Gu Yang, her tone was a bit cold: "So you sold me?"
Gu Yang's gaze stayed on her gun for a moment. My goodness, it's a real gun. I almost forgot that the boss is also an ordnance designer.
She added weakly: "I sold your photo."
Gu Jin let out a nonchalant sigh and asked again: "Have you practised the piano today?"
"Not yet. Let's go now!" Seeing that the boss didn't care about this matter, Gu Yang immediately obediently went to practise the piano.
Gu Jin also followed her to the piano room and sat on the windowsill listening to the piano as usual.
Gu Yang played Moonlight, a lullaby. After so many days of observation, she finally confirmed that Gu Jin had a serious sleep disorder. She often suffered from severe lack of sleep.
Just now she went into Gu Jin's room to confess to her and noticed that there was a special sleeping pill on her desk.
Looking at Gu Jin who was already asleep leaning against the window sill, Gu Yang was a little puzzled. How did Gu Jin suffer from such a serious sleep disorder? Has it reached the point where the special sleeping pills can't control it?
Sleep disorders are often caused by long-term ideological contradictions or excessive mental burden, mental work, long-term improper handling of the combination of work and rest and weakness after illness.
Could it be that the boss is using her brain too much? After all, the boss's body is wrapped in layers like an onion and each layer of identity has something to deal with. In this way, it is normal to be overworked.
"Played three wrong notes." Gu Jin frowned, raised her eyes to meet Gu Yang's gaze that had not yet been able to look away and paused, "What are you doing?"
Gu Yang: "You look good."
Gu Jin: "..."
After stopping at the end of the song, Gu Jin casually asked, "Did you go out with Feng Jue again today?"
Gu Yang nodded.
Gu Jin jumped down, yawned and left the piano room. When she reached the door, she suddenly said coldly: "Stay away from him."
Gu Yang:???
Gu Jin went downstairs and knocked on Feng Jue's door, glanced at the several full shopping bags in the bedroom and cast a mocking gaze on him. "Does it sound good?"
When Feng Jue opened the door and saw that it was Gu Jin, his eyes dimmed slightly. Knowing that Gu Jin was referring to the piano sound just now, he lowered his eyes and smiled lowly: "Of course it sounds good."
Gu Jin: "She played it for me."
Feng Jue: "..."
He raised his eyes and when he looked at Gu Jin, his eyes were still clear, but as cold as ice.
The eyes of the two people met, as if they had clashed with each other.
After a long time, Feng Jue chuckled and pointed to the pile of shopping bags in the bedroom. "She gave it to me, took me out alone to buy it for me."
Now Gu Jin's face turned cold.
During dinner, Ruan Xueling told Gu Zhaoming everything about the day. She couldn't hold back the smile on her face and kept praising Gu Yang: "Yangyang is indeed our pride."
Gu Zhaoming looked at Gu Yang with admiration. Together with Ruan Xueling, he praised Gu Yang as unparalleled in the world. It was so embarrassing that Gu Yang was about to deduct a magic fairy castle.
Taking advantage of Gu Zhaoming's good mood, Gu Yang said her request, "Father, can you give me two guest places for the "Talking about Sangma with Wine" you invested in?"