Why hasn't Young Master An come back?
"He got drunk and started yelling that he wanted to go to the KN Club to practice on targets."
Yuan You sighed inwardly, missing An Shao on the first day.
In the past, when the boss was unhappy, they could still barely avoid being bullied by An Shao, who was there to take the blame.
Without An Shao today, I suddenly feel insecure.
Gu Jueye stopped as he passed by them.
"Did you get the report back?"
Chu Yi shuddered and hurriedly replied, "Yes, it's already in your study."
Gu Jueye responded and went straight up to the second floor.
Watching his boss leave, Chu Yi secretly rubbed the cold sweat from his palms.
The boss's eyes were so cold, I almost peed my pants in fear.
This way
Gu Jueye returned to his study and went straight to his desk to sit down.
Open the file folder on the table and take out an examination report.
The report shows
This species has chromosomes that are neither DNA nor RNA.
The detection included non-cellular genomic types.
Summary: An anomaly, or an unidentified object.
Upon receiving this result, Gu Jueye's expression did not reveal much emotion.
He put the documents back into the leather bag and turned to walk towards the bookshelf.
Reaching out to touch a button on the inner side of the center of the bookcase, I heard a "squeak" sound, and the bookcase slowly moved to both sides.
A hidden safe was clearly visible on the gray wall; the entire safe was embedded in the wall.
Gu Jueye put the leather bag into the safe, pressed the switch, and the bookcase closed again.
Just as I was about to turn and leave, my gaze suddenly fell on one of the books.
He paused slightly, then reached out and took the book down.
He lowered his eyes and slowly turned the pages of the book.
Suddenly, a piece of paper slipped out of the book.
Gu Jueye lowered his eyes and looked down, his pupils narrowing slightly.
The paper contains a half-finished portrait.
The man in the picture is resting his head on his elbow, his eyes are gently closed, and he is sleeping peacefully.
The man's lips curved into a slight smile. Who else could it be but himself, with those eyebrows, those eyes, those nose and lips?
It turns out that the little girl had secretly drawn him while he was fast asleep.
Actually, he didn't sleep well at the time.
He was already awake when the old man called.
Hearing the sound of a pencil scratching paper inside the room, he secretly glanced at her.
I saw that she was engrossed in drawing something.
The warm sunlight streamed through the French windows, casting dappled patterns of light on her.
She seemed to be bathed in a warm gold.
That scene seemed to cleanse the soul, a picture of tranquility and peace.
It was so beautiful that he didn't want to disturb her. He just hadn't expected that the little girl's focus was on him.
The gloom that had been lingering between his brows vanished in an instant because of this painting.
He squatted down, picked up the painting, and gently waved the paper as if it were a precious treasure.
They were afraid of getting it covered in dust.
My heart felt as if it had been coated with honey, sweet from the inside out.
Gu Jueye was in a very good mood, and his tall and elegant figure leaned gently against the desk.
Take out your phone and log in to WeChat.
Originally, his WeChat account was just for show; it was Ji Cong'an who set it up for him.
I've never used it before.
Since adding Bai Qianmo as a friend, he has gotten into the habit of logging in every day.
He held a grudge for a long time, especially after she didn't reply to his messages when he failed to send her roses last time.
I placed the painting on the table, chose a good angle, and took a picture.
He then opened a chat group and sent the message.
There were only five people in the group, but as soon as the photo was sent, it caused an uproar.
Jiang Family Leader: Hey, did the sun rise in the west today? Our thousands of lurking kings have actually come online!
Du Family matriarch: The portrait of the Duke? Which master painted it?
Ji Cong'an had just come down from the ring, covered in sweat.
I wiped my face with a towel and just then I heard my phone buzzing.
Upon opening the link, his expression immediately changed.
What's going on?
He disappeared for half a day, and the Duke actually went to the compound's group chat to post his portrait?
Ji Family Boss: Lord, I've only been away from you for half a day, what happened?
Gu Jueye browsed their replies in a good mood.
Sir: Does this painting resemble me?
Du Family Old Lady: It looks just like it. It's obviously the work of a professional master. It looks like it's still unfinished, but the facial features and the spirit are very accurate, especially the eyes, which are very captivating.
Jiang Family Head: Lord, you never even take photos, yet you had someone paint your self-portrait? So you're this narcissistic?
Du Family's Old Lady: My grandmother is turning eighty, and I'm really worried about what thoughtful gift to give her. Sir, could you please recommend a master?
Ji Cong'an stroked his chin, deep in thought.
When they left, the lord and his sister-in-law went to the study.
With the young lady by his side, how could the lord have time to find a master to paint his self-portrait?
Also, when did the lord, who is usually reserved and brooding, start posting even a self-portrait?
Sir Alex Ferguson is acting strangely today!
Ji Cong'an was pondering this.
Over there, the man curled his lips into a smile, his slender fingers slowly tapping on the phone screen.
He replied: "My wife drew it."
Old Master Du: "..."
Jiang family leader: "..."
The Ji family patriarch: "..."
The Xie family patriarch, who was secretly spying: "..."
One sentence, and the group fell silent.
Damn it, so showing off paintings was just a pretense, their real purpose was to flaunt their relationship!
So what if this dead man has a wife?
What's wrong with being single?
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