Nalan Yanran was so angry that she wanted to throw the phone away. She said coldly, "Mr. Nalan, why don't you just pretend that I'm not your daughter? "
"Oh, ran ran, listen to Daddy... "
After listening to his old man talk for a long time, he was finally willing to hang up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Nalan Yanran simply sat on the steps again. She thought that Gu Shiyu probably had this idea long ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to go to the mall so early in the morning.
Looking at the handcuffs on her ankle and the railing of the stairs, Nalan Yanran felt that she had failed miserably.
The people around her passed by Nalan Yanran from time to time. They came and went, looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.
Nalan Yanran called Zhao Siqing. "Qingqing, give me Gu Shiyu's number. "
"I don't have it... oh, I think so. "
Zhao Siqing didn't save Gu Shiyu's number, but she suddenly remembered that the record of Gu Shiyu calling her yesterday was still there, so she dug out the number and sent it to Nalan Yanran.
After receiving it, Nalan Yanran directly sent a text message to Gu Shiyu: [ Gu Shiyu, I'm not done with you. ]
On the other side, Gu Shiyu glanced at his phone and knew who it was without thinking. His fingertips slightly moved as he replied to a message: [ you're sitting on the stairs and looking at the scenery. The people who are looking at the scenery are looking at you upstairs. ]
Looking at the poem that he had slightly altered, the fire in Nalan Yanran's eyes flashed across the Internet.
Wasn't Gu Shiyu trying to say that she was being looked at like a monkey?
Nalan Yanran replied again: [
After waiting for almost half an hour, the old man sent someone over to unlock the door for her. Nalan Yanran left with a cold face.
*
On the other side, Zhao Siqing started to get busy after arriving at the studio. She felt that her days were getting worse and worse.
Meanwhile, Huo Jingchen went straight to the mall, planning to pick a birthday present for Zhao Siqing.
That's right, her birthday was coming up soon.
This was the first birthday that he would spend with her after his rebirth.
Thinking back to the past few years when she was too busy to care about her birthday and spent time with Lu Qian, Huo Jingchen felt a surge of bitterness in his heart.
Could it finally be him keeping vigil with her?
But, what should he give her for her birthday?
Huo Jingchen wandered around the mall for the whole morning. It was only in the afternoon that he finally made up his mind and returned to the company.
In the evening, Zhao Siqing came out of the studio after work and saw Huo Jingchen waiting for her outside. Her expression was a little ugly. A woman in her twenties was bowing to him non-stop, as if saying something.
Zhao Siqing walked closer and saw that the woman had spilled a cup of coffee on the floor, and Huo Jingchen's suit jacket had a lot of it on it.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Let me help you wipe it. " The woman looked at Huo Jingchen with a red face, her eyes full of unconcealable ambition and love.
She pulled out a tissue and immediately approached Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "don't move. "
The woman was stunned for a few seconds and looked up at him, not knowing what he was going to do.
Huo Jingchen stared at her with his dark eyes and said coldly, "Don't touch me, my wife will be angry. "
"Then your wife is too stingy. I didn't do anything to you. " The woman said with a smile.
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened. He didn't want to waste any more time with her, so he said coldly, "Tang Qi. "
Tang Qi, who was waiting at the side, quickly stepped forward and said, "president. "
Huo Jingchen took off his suit jacket and threw it to Tang Qi. Then he said, "let her pay for it. Not a cent less. "