A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 238 After Marrying with Little Poor Agreement (36)

A few minutes later, Chen Feng came out of the lounge with a sullen face and walked up to Gu Qiao.

Enduring the humiliation, he bowed to Gu Qiao and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "I'm sorry."

Gu Qiao didn't respond immediately, but instead went to see Lou Zhuang and asked for her opinion with his eyes.

Lou Zhuang was instantly pleased by his attitude.

No matter which world he is in, the son of luck is always that good boy.

Lou Zhuang squeezed his fingers: "You can do whatever you want."

The corners of the guests' mouths twitched when they heard this.

Which heartless person said that Lou Heyu had a bad relationship with Gu Qiao?
If this is not a good relationship, the marriage of these people can be called a chicken feather, okay!

Jiang Yuanliang, who was standing next to Mr. Jiang, saw their every move, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

For a moment, he actually felt that Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao were a perfect match.

What a hell!

Gu Qiao accepted Chen Feng's apology, and left Jiang's house under Chen Feng's eyes full of resentment.

What happened at Mr. Jiang's birthday party quickly spread, and Lou Zhuang's act of protecting his wife made people gasp.

The faces of those who were not optimistic about the marriage between Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao were all swollen.

Many unmarried ladies even envied Gu Qiao.

As a man, it is nothing to spend a little before marriage, but it is good to be able to concentrate on it after marriage.

Most of the wealthy families are in business marriages, and after marriage, they also play their own ways, and the possibility of falling in love with each other is very low.

Gu Qiao came from a small family, it is really lucky to be favored by Lou Zhuang.

Of course, this is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao left the banquet and drove back to the old house.

During the Spring Festival, Beijing is still lively, full of the flavor of the year.

Everyone wore new clothes and walked on the street with their lovers or relatives and friends, talking and laughing.

The cold February wind blows head-on, making people's cheeks blush.

The delicate girl rubbed her hands and slipped into her boyfriend's arms, raised her head and smiled sweetly.

While waiting for the red light, Gu Qiao took this scene into his eyes, his dark eyes remained unmoved.

Tearing off the outer packaging of the mint candy, Lou Zhuang stuffed the candy into her mouth and looked ahead: "Next time someone finds fault, you don't need to be patient."

"As long as you are still in my spouse's column, no matter right or wrong, I will stand by your side."

Lou Zhuang paused for a moment, her tone was flat, as if she was saying "what's for lunch".

"The champagne tower fell, what if the debris hurts you?"

"It is not advisable to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred."

Gu Qiao's pupils shrank.

The red light jumped to the green light, Lou Zhuang stepped on the accelerator, and the black car slid out.

All the way to the old house, Lou Zhuang didn't speak again.

Gu Qiao, on the other hand, felt guilty because Lou Zhuang saw through his plot, and didn't know what to say.

Simply shut up and remain silent.

In the next few days, Lou Zhuang never took the initiative to mention what happened at the birthday party.

As if nothing had happened.

Gu Qiao didn't know what to do, so he sang a play with his thoughts in mind, greeted Xiao Chen, and took the subway back to the villa.

Opening the door and walking into the living room, Gu Qiao saw the person sitting on the sofa, with a momentary expression of astonishment: "Dad?"

Mr. Lou greeted him with a smile.

Lou's employees officially go to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

The second day of work is February th.

It is also Lou Zhuang's birthday.

Mr. Lou is still receiving treatment in Country Y, and Lou Zhuang has no plans to celebrate.

She went to work as usual that day and got off work on time at six in the afternoon.

On the way to the underground garage, Lou Zhuang received a WeChat message from Gu Qiao.

Gu Qiao: There are a few children here in the theater. I will go back after teaching them. You go home first, and you don’t need to pick me up.

(End of this chapter)