Chapter 162 Social Death

Gu Zhiyan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "I know, that's why I helped Lu Chengze at the hot spring villa."

Jian Yao opened her mouth in a dull voice, "That's right, we went to the same high school."

Moreover, the incident was such a big deal that it even made the news.

She was a little stressed.

The black Bentley stopped by the roadside, and Jian Yao looked up in confusion.

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

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

"and…"

He rubbed Jian Yao's palm with his fingertips and said, "Are you asking this question too much? Aren't you a little too distrustful of me?"

"Um…?"

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

Jian Yao burst into tears and sobbed, "I was afraid that you would think too much and have a knot in your heart."

Just now at Fusheng Welfare Home, she could sense that something was wrong with his mood.

Gu Zhiyan unbuckled his seat belt with one hand, leaned over, and raised his hand to wipe her tears. "Silly girl, 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 felt a pain in his heart and felt that he needed some compensation. "Actually, I still have some grudges."

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 at night, I will feel much better..."

Jian Yao lightly tightened the hand that was originally around his waist, and Gu Zhiyan's eyebrows and heart skipped a beat.

She almost squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Dream on!"

We have to go to the old house tomorrow!

It was such a hot day, she didn't want to go out wrapped up tightly.

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

Jian Yao sat up straight and looked at the road ahead seriously. "I've endured it for 27 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 the old house, he turned around and went back to the company.

In the living room of the old house, several female elders of the Gu family sat in a neat row. Grandma Gu and Mother Gu stood on either side of Jian Yao, surrounding her and looking at her again and again.

Grandma Gu: "You've lost weight. This time you've really lost weight."

Mother Gu brought the chicken soup that had been prepared on the table and put it in her hand. "You have lost weight. I made it specially in the morning. I have skimmed off the fat. Drink some first."

The other aunts and uncles looked through the wedding plans in their hands and nodded repeatedly, "Eat something first, eat something first."

Jian Yao had actually eaten before coming here, so she wasn't hungry at all.

But there is one kind of hunger, that is, your elders think you are hungry.

Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, Jian Yao drank most of the bowl of soup before putting it down, "Mom, I can't drink any more."

Mother Gu's heart melted when she called her "Mom," and she said, "If you can't drink it, then don't drink it."

She waved her hand to have the table cleared, and the aunties immediately gathered around her with plans in their hands.

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

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

"Your destination is too cold, and it's not convenient to wear a wedding dress. My destination is better. The climate is mild, and there are large pastures, green waters and green mountains, and grass and sky..."

"What do you know? Chinese style is popular among young people now!"

"Yes, we need to ask someone to draw up a design and order a bridal tiara!"

…

Amidst the arguments, Grandma Gu's forehead twitched, "It's not your wedding, why are you all so anxious?"

"Let Yaoyao choose for herself."

The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is!

The aunties looked at each other and whispered, "Then we can go together. Traveling around the world is so romantic!"

Grandma Gu glanced over and the few people looked not afraid at all, but smiled, but they still stopped arguing.

The old lady is right, what they say doesn’t count, Yaoyao should come.

When the room became quiet, Grandma Gu patted Jian Yao's hands and placed all the plans in front of her. "Come on, Yao Yao, choose for yourself. Don't worry about them."

Five planning proposals, five companies, but each one is a top wedding planning company in Beijing.

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

Mrs. Gu waved her hands, picked up one of the books and put it in her hand. "His opinion is not important. Marriage is a big deal for girls. Do it according to your preference."

Jian Yao couldn't refuse, so he took them and looked through them one by one.

The plan is very detailed.

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

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

The Mediterranean route is also known as the "Journey of Ancient Civilizations"

One of the most classic routes.

As soon as Jian Yao's plan was finalized, a group of people immediately began planning its implementation.

It is lively when there are more people, but it also has one downside.

Whether it's calculating dates, placing gift lists, or anything else, no matter how big or small, everyone has their own opinions.

So much so that by lunch time, they still hadn't come to a conclusion.

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

She pushed the door open, walked in, moved a stool in front of the antique display cabinet, and stood on tiptoe to feel around.

The display cabinet is very high, and there is a blind spot above it that is easily overlooked. It must have been a long time since anyone cleaned this place, so the photo album is still there, but it is also covered with a layer of dust.

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

She had already read the previous part, so she turned directly to the back and came to the place where Gu Zhiyan had been holding down before.

It was a very 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 not well preserved and turned yellow due to oxidation.

But because...

That is Gu Zhiyan’s full moon photo…

When he was a cub, Gu Zhiyan's face was not as clearly defined as it is now, and his face was chubby, but his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as they are now, so he was not difficult to recognize.

The full moon at that time had just risen, and it was different from the current one that was tightly wrapped in colorful towels. The child, who was an arm’s length away, was lying on the carpet without even a thread on his body…

Jian Yao suddenly understood why Gu Zhiyan refused to let her see it...

Social death...

She was just about to secretly close the photo album and put it back where it belonged, pretending that she had never been there, when she suddenly heard a faint voice behind her.

"What are you looking at? So absorbed in it?"

A familiar voice, a familiar smell, right behind me, so close.

Jian Yao closed the photo album with a bang, put his hands behind his back as he turned around, and laughed dryly, "You're back so soon?"

"Are you hungry? Is it time for dinner?"

Gu Zhiyan tilted his head, his eyes passed by her and landed directly on her hands behind her back, "What are you holding in your hands? Can you let me see it too?"

Jian Yao stretched out a hand and tidied up her hair. "No, nothing. I just picked up a book from the bookshelf next to me."

There was still dust on her hands, and when she was fixing her hair, her fingertips accidentally rubbed the skin on her cheeks, leaving a gray mark on her fair cheeks, like a little cat.

Gu Zhiyan pursed his lips, took a step forward, wiped the dust off her face, put one hand around her waist and lifted her down from the mahogany chair, and with the other hand he quickly grabbed the photo album from behind her.

Jian Yao didn't have time to react because the album had already changed hands.

Gu Zhiyan held her in one hand, not letting her go. He gently shook the hand holding the photo album, "Book?"

Jian Yao: …

Okay, now it's her turn to be socially dead.