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Although the young man¡¯s face was red, his eyes were bright and blazing, and he was bold and enthusiastic: ¡°I really want to know your husband¡¯s requirements for an ideal partner, so that he can have a direction to work towards!¡±
Gu Ming couldn't help but smile: "Thank you!" No one can refuse to admire her, recognize her value, and be willing to work hard for it.
The girl exclaimed softly, blushing, but looked at him with a strange expression, while the boy was shocked, amused, admired, appreciated and other emotions flashing in his eyes, and he did not expect him to be so bold.
Gong Xiyuan was the only one present who felt uncomfortable. He pulled away from the crowd and tried to get closer to Gu Ming: "Who brought this ignorant guy here? He just talked nonsense!"
It seemed that he planned to pull the young man away from Gu Ming.
The tall and strong man sitting at the door at first grabbed him: "Ayuan, I think my cousin is very sensible. How could he not be sensible? Nowadays, free love is advocated. When you don't get married at your age, you are jealous of my cousin's marriage. I have found the woman I like! Besides, I think your husband is about the same age as my cousin."
His cousin is the second son of Yonghui Department Store, one of the four major Chinese-owned department stores in Shanghai, and his surname is Zhang Qiyue.
Zhang Qiyue was very smart and immediately responded: "May I ask, Mr. Gui Geng?"
Gu Ming really wanted to report her mental age, but her skin age was there. If she really said that she was nearly thirty, it might be considered teasing.
She said: "I am eighteen years old."
Except for Gong Xiyuan, the other young men and women all showed incredulous expressions, shocked by her young age.
As soon as Gu Mingfu entered the door, people noticed how young the famous Rong Chenggong was. Everyone had their suspicions, but with the sophistication of her writing style and the mature perspective of her writing, she was not just a teenager. Girl? Maybe she looks younger, and maybe she's actually a little older.
I didn¡¯t expect that she was really a teenage girl.
Everyone here was able to gather together simply because they liked to appreciate her articles and they always had an idol mentality. They called her "sir" and their respect was undeniable. Then they heard that her actual age was actually older than most of the people present. Even though they are young, this respect and affection has more of a sense of intimacy and care.
Zhang Qiyue was extremely happy: "Sir, you are actually two years younger than me. I have lived for two years in vain." Looking at her, his eyes seemed to become more intense, and he said, "Sir, you haven't answered my previous question yet."
The girls were no longer constrained by Gu Ming's title as "Mr." and began to protect her: "Zhang Qiyue, how can you push Mr. like this?"
Shang Jixiang, who came with Qian Xiuling, smiled and teased him: "Zhang Qiyue, since you like Mr.'s book so much, why not go to Mr.'s book to find the answer?"
Zhang Qiyue also felt that he was so happy today that he slapped his forehead in annoyance: "You are right! I shouldn't ask sir, I should go to his book to find the answer!"
The tall and fat Zheng Haisheng first applauded his cousin: "Come on Qiyue!"
Gong Xiyuan: "" What a mistake it was to bring A Ming out to meet friends today!
He said angrily: "Zheng Haisheng, you worked so hard to help your cousin, don't expect me to bring people out again in the future."
Zheng Haisheng perfectly performed the burning of bridges: "With Qi Yue's sincerity, I will definitely get Mr. Rongcheng's contact information, and I won't have to look for you again in the future." He could now understand Gong Xiyuan's annoyance and put his arm around his shoulders. He whispered: "Ayuan, I'm willing to admit defeat! Young Master Rongcheng is smart and beautiful. You have been hiding for so long without catching him. It's time to abdicate and give the young man a chance. Maybe Rongcheng The young master despises you for being old."
Gong Xiyuan: "" Am I very old?
Zhang Qiyue is tall and handsome, sitting next to Gu Ming and chatting with her. Several girls tried to squeeze him away but failed. He was like a piece of dog-skin plaster stuck to Mr. Rongcheng's side tonight, sometimes pouring wine for her, and sometimes for her. While serving the fruit, he asked earnestly: "Are you tired? Are you noisy?"
This was not the first time that Gu Ming had played in the world, but when faced with such a pure and enthusiastic boy, even his joking words seemed to blaspheme his feelings. There was a conflict between self-perception and other people's perceptions, and he wanted to scare him with a serious shell. The young suitor's tone of conversation was unavoidably mature, and unexpectedly matched Mr. Rongcheng's writing style.
Zhang Qiyue originally liked the article first. He read it over and over again, guessing that the person behind the article must have a sweet heart. When he saw the person, he liked it even more.
He couldn't help but think of that sentence: When everyone looks at each other, the color of the world is like dust.bsp; The night is quiet, and most places in Shanghai have fallen asleep. Occasionally, I see rickshaw drivers trotting with passengers, which is very hard work.
The difficulties of people¡¯s livelihood are often hidden behind prosperity.
Although Gong Xiyuan was from a rich family, he had a compassionate heart and couldn't help but sigh: "Ah Ming, when do you think the war will end and everyone can live in peace?"
In the darkness, Gu Ming's eyes were bright: "There will be a day, Gongxi."
Gong Xiyuan laughed: "A Ming, you always have a strange power in you. You seem to be very sure that there will be a peaceful and prosperous age, which makes people look forward to it involuntarily."
Gu Ming said softly but firmly: "Gongxi, the darkness is temporary, the sky will always light up."
The car drove through countless sleeping streets, crushing the anxious and fearful dreams of many people, as if if they kept walking, they would reach dawn. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com