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Gu Zhiyan tightened his fingers on the steering wheel, "I know, that's why I helped Lu Chengze at the Hot Spring Villa."

Jian Yao opened her mouth with a harsh voice, "That's right, we are from the same high school."

Moreover, the incident was so big that it even made the news.

She was a little stressed.

The black Bentley stopped on the side of the road, Jian Yao looked up in confusion.

Gu Zhiyan looked sideways at her, raised his hand to push away her unconsciously clenched fingers, and rubbed the scars on her palms.

"My Yaoyao is a hero, I should be proud."

"And..."

He rubbed the fingertips of Jian Yao's palm with a little force, "You ask this, don't you think you don't trust me too much?"

" Huh...?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone and looked at her lovingly.

Jian Yao burst into tears for a moment and sobbed, "I'm afraid you'll think too much and leave a knot in your heart."

Just now at Fusheng Welfare Institution, she could feel that his mood was very wrong.

Gu Zhiyan unbuckled his seat belt with one hand, leaned over and raised his hand to wipe away her tears, "Fool, I didn't think much about it, I just wanted to see more of the place where you lived when you were a child."

Okay, he admitted.

There is also a hint of jealousy towards Lu Chengze.

Why wasn't he the one who saved Yaoyao in the first place?

Just because they don't know each other yet?

Gu Zhiyan's heart ached, and he felt that he needed some compensation. "Actually, I still have a little knot in my heart."

Jian Yao's back stiffened and she looked up at him nervously.

Gu Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked at her moist lips, "If Yaoyao can listen to me tonight, I will feel a lot better..."

Jian Yao's hand that was originally around his waist twisted gently, and Gu Zhiyan's eyebrows and heartbeat skipped a beat.

She almost squeezed out a few words through her teeth, "Dream!"

She has to go to the old house tomorrow!

On a hot day, she didn't want to go out bundled up.

Gu Zhiyan's face fell, "But it's already been a week!"

Jian Yao sat up straight and looked at the road ahead seriously, "I've endured it for twenty-seven years, what's one week?"

Gu Zhiyan: ...

can it be the same?

Can it be the same?

...

The next morning, after Gu Zhiyan sent Jian Yao to his old house, he turned around and went to the company.

In the living room of the old house, several female elders of the Gu family were sitting neatly. Grandma Gu and Mother Gu were guarding Jian Yao on the left and right, looking around her.

Grandma Gu: "I've lost weight. I've really lost weight this time."

Mother Gu brought the chicken soup that had been prepared on the table and put it into her hand. "I've lost weight. I cooked it early in the morning and the oil was all gone." , drink first."

The other aunts looked at the wedding planning plans in their hands and nodded, "Eat first, eat something first."

Jian Yao had actually eaten before coming and was not hungry at all.

But there is a kind of hunger, which is when your elders think you are hungry.

Under the scorching gazes of a group of people, Jian Yao drank more than half of the bowl of soup before putting it down, "Mom, I can't drink anymore."

Mother Gu's heart skipped a beat when she shouted, "If you can't drink it anymore, I won't drink it."

She said He waved his hand and asked someone to clear the table, and the aunts immediately gathered around him with plans in hand.

"The wedding planning plan was just sent yesterday. Take a look and see if there is anything you like."

"I think this is good. This route has the most beautiful scenery."

"Your destination is too cold and it is inconvenient to wear a wedding dress. This is what I am doing. Good, the climate is mild, there are large pastures, green water and green mountains, the grass and the sky are connected..."

"What do you know, young people are now popular with Chinese style!"

"Yes, please hurry up and ask someone to make a custom-made Fengguan Xiapei!

"

Amid the quarrel, Grandma Gu's forehead twitched, "It's not like you are getting married, why are you all so anxious?"

"Let Yaoyao choose."

The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is!

The aunts looked at each other and murmured softly, "Then we can go together, travel around the world, how romantic!"

Grandma Gu glanced over, and they were not afraid at all, with smiles on their faces, but they still stopped arguing.

The old lady is right, what they said does not count, Yaoyao must come.

When the room became quiet, Grandma Gu patted Jian Yao's hand and put all the plans in front of Jian Yao, "Come on, Yaoyao can choose for herself, don't worry about them."

Five plans, five companies, but every One of the top wedding planning companies in Beijing.

Jian Yao scanned the covers one by one, pondered for two seconds, and weakly suggested, "Should we wait for A Yan to come back and choose together?"

Mrs. Gu waved her hand, picked up one of the books and put it into her hand, " His opinion doesn't matter. Marriage is a big deal for girls. It's up to you."

Jian Yao couldn't resist, so she took it over and looked through it one by one.

The plan is very detailed.

Preparation, destination, time and route planning, accommodation, ceremony, photography, everything is included.

She glanced at all five and chose the one she liked best.

The Mediterranean route is also known as

one of the most classic routes of "Journey to Ancient Civilizations".

As soon as Jian Yao's plan was finalized, a group of people immediately started to implement the plan.

It's lively when there are too many people, but there's also something bad about it.

Counting days, ordering gifts, all kinds of things, no matter how big or small, everyone has their own opinion.

As a result, by lunch time, they still had not come to an agreement.

Jian Yao finally crawled out of the crowd and wanted to go to the yard to breathe a sigh of relief. She glanced at the tea room and suddenly remembered the photo album that Gu Zhiyan had hidden before.

She opened the door and went in, moved a stool and placed it in front of the book shelf, and stood on tiptoes to explore.

The book shelf is very high, and there is a blind spot above it that is easily overlooked. No one has cleaned this place for a long time, so the photo album is still there, but there is also a layer of dust.

Jian Yao took down the photo album, patted the dust on it, blew on it again, and then opened it.

She had already read the previous ones, so she turned directly back to the position where Gu Zhiyan had held her down.

It was an extremely old photo. Jian Yao could tell at a glance that it was at least twenty-seven years old.

Of course, it's not because the photos were poorly preserved and turned yellow due to oxidation.

But because...

that was a full-moon photo of Gu Zhiyan...

When he was a cub, Gu Zhiyan's face was not as clear-cut as it is now, and his face was fleshy, but his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as now, so it was not difficult to recognize.

At that time, full-moon photos had just become popular, and they were different from those tightly wrapped in various towels now. An arm-long child was lying on the carpet without even a thread on his body...

Jian Yao suddenly understood why Gu Zhiyan didn't want to live or die at that time. Let her see...

social death...

She was about to secretly close the photo album and put it back in its place, pretending that she had never been there before, when a faint voice suddenly came from behind her.

"What are you looking at? So entranced?"

A familiar voice and a familiar smell are behind you, so close.

Jian Yao closed the photo album with a bang. When she turned around, she put her hands back and laughed, "You're back so soon?"

"Are you hungry? It's time for dinner, right?"

Gu Zhiyan turned his head and looked at her. He bypassed her and landed directly on her hand behind her back, "What are you holding in your hand? Let me see it too?"

Jian Yao freed up a hand and straightened her hair, "No, it's nothing. It's on the bookshelf next to it. A book that was just around the corner."

Her hands were still dusty, and when she was arranging her hair, her fingertips accidentally brushed against the skin of her cheek, leaving a gray mark on her fair cheek, like a little cat.

Gu Zhiyan pulled his lips, took a step forward, wiped the dust off her face, put one hand around her waist and directly lifted her off the mahogany chair, and took her with the other hand at lightning speed. Photo album behind her.

Jian Yao didn't have any time to react. The photo album had already changed hands.

Gu Zhiyan held her with one hand and did not put it down. He shook the hand holding the photo album lightly, "Book?"

Jian Yao: ...

Okay, now it's her who's dead.