The next day, the temperature rose and it was a long-awaited sunny day.

Jinbao had her hair tied up behind her head, wearing a sports outfit, and was running behind Gu Jiang.

Although Gu Jiang deliberately slowed down his pace, Jinbao still had to run as fast as he could to keep up with him, and he was out of breath after running for not long.

When passing by the greenhouse, Jinbao simply let Lai go, turned around, went into the greenhouse and sat on a small stool. The servant Xiao Feng made her a glass of milk.

Seeing the servant and Jin Bao being familiar with the process, Gu Jiang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you wanted to exercise? Why can't you do that now?"

Jinbao sat upright on a small stool and took a sip of hot milk, as if the coldness in his body had been dispelled a lot.

"It's Jinbao who wants to exercise, but this leg seems to have its own ideas. Why can't I control it..."

Gu Jiang glanced at him sideways and sat down on the small stool opposite her.

The stool was a bit low, so Gu Jiang could only sit with his legs apart. "It's not your fault. It's your brain that controls you, not your body."

Seeing his second brother say this, Jinbao nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

Jinbao was given a pole and she climbed up along it. This little girl doesn't know how to be low-key and humble at all now.

"My aunt is going back to China. I'm going to pick her up this afternoon."

Hearing this, Jinbao's brain started working rapidly.

Aunt, Su Yibai is aunt, so aunt should be mother’s sister!

Thinking of this relationship, Jinbao became much more excited. She slapped the table and asked, "When will my aunt arrive?"

Gu Jiang thought Jin Bao would take some time to accept it, but the little girl was more excited than anyone else. She looked down at the time and said, "The flight is at three o'clock."

Jinbao asked again: "What does your aunt do for a living?"

“Designer.”

My aunt Jiang Yuan is a fashion designer, and most of the clothes in Jinbao’s wardrobe are designed by her.

[I want to give something to my aunt. What does the designer need the most?]

[Give clothes, paper, pens, or computers as gifts? I am so worried.]

Gu Jiang didn't expect Jinbao to care so much about his aunt. He thought for a moment and asked, "Does Jinbao want to give his aunt something?"

“I want to, but I don’t know what to give.”

Jinbao was a little distressed. Although it is said that gifts are thought-provoking, she felt that one should give people what they need most. However, she really didn't know what the designer needed.

Gu Jiang: "Or, give Auntie a studio."

As a designer, having your own studio is much better than running around outside. Otherwise, changing places may interrupt your design ideas.

Jinbao's eyes sparkled and he clapped his hands: "This is a good idea!"

In the last second, Jinbao was still agreeing with his second brother's point of view, but in the next second, Jinbao became depressed again.

[The studio needs a lot of money, but Jinbao doesn’t have any.]

[Those are Dad and Brother’s money, not Jinbao’s.]

Gu Jiang was silent for a while. Jinbao was unwilling to spend their money, so how could they make Jinbao rich all of a sudden?

"Well, of course you have to spend your own money to give gifts. I can lend you the money first, and then you can work for me to pay me back."

Gu Jiang felt as if he was like the protagonist in a strategy book. He could hear what the heroine was thinking and then accomplish what she wanted to do.

Jinbao felt that he and his second brother were in perfect sync. His second brother actually knew everything he was thinking about: gifts and money.

"OK!"

Jin Bao nodded heavily, then asked Xiao Feng for paper and pen: "Brother, words are not enough, I will write you a promissory note and pay you back when the time comes."

Gu Jiang let Jinbao write the IOU. It didn't matter how much he wrote or how he wrote it. He couldn't really ask Jinbao to pay back the money. All the money belonged to Jinbao.

Not long after, Jinbao placed a piece of paper full of words in front of Gu Jiang.

On January 31, 2024, I, Gu Zhaojin, borrowed money from the studio from my second brother Gu Jiang and gave it to my aunt as a gift. Gu Zhaojin O asked O to pay back what he owed O, and agreed to work to pay O back.

Borrow money: Gu Zhaojin.

Give money: Gu Jiang.

It was true that Jinbao's writing was a little too abstract. Gu Jiang read it four or five times before he could barely understand the meaning of those O's.

Need, repay, owe, pay off debts...

Jinbao looked around but couldn't find any red ink, so he simply painted his fingers black with a pen and printed them on his name.

He then grabbed his second brother's hand and painted it all black, but Gu Jiang's hand was a little big, so when he printed his thumb, the name was smudged.

Jin Bao looked at the loan receipt with great satisfaction, folded it carefully and handed it to Gu Jiang: "Second brother, I'll keep it for you."

The reason why she felt comfortable handing the receipt to her second brother was because the receipt was written by her and her second brother couldn't imitate her handwriting even if he wanted to.

Gu Jiang put the receipt in his pocket seriously and stood up from the small stool: "Let's go, and choose a studio before my aunt lands."

When Jinbao was writing the receipt just now, he had already sent a message to have all the suitable studios sent over.

He originally wanted to clean up an office in the Gu Group, but considering that there were too many people coming and going in the Gu Group, it might disturb his aunt, so he asked someone to find another studio.

Jinbao went back and changed into thicker clothes, then went to the studio he had liked with Gu Jiang.

The car stopped at the commercial street. Because the Chinese New Year was approaching, even though the temperature outside was below zero, there were still many people on the street buying New Year's goods.

Gu Jiang and Jin Bao took the elevator to the twelfth floor, at the back of which was the studio they were going to see.

After entering the studio, Gu Jiang shuddered and sneezed several times in succession, which made Jin Bao look worried. He wrapped his clothes tighter.

"It's okay, my nose is itchy."

Jinbao was half-believing and half-doubting. Would your body shiver if your nose itched?

Gu Jiang didn't want to make Jin Bao worry, so he entered the room first. The room surprised him a little. Just now when he was downstairs, he thought the commercial street would be very noisy, but this studio was right at the corner, perfectly avoiding the prosperity and noise of the commercial street.

But if you want to go downstairs to buy something or have some fast food, it is very convenient.

It seems that the previous user of this studio was also a designer, as manuscripts and various things can be seen everywhere in the room.

In addition to the manuscripts, there are many facilities in the studio that have not been removed in time.

I don’t know if it was because they knew they were coming, but the air conditioning in the studio was on.

But the air conditioner was set to 30 degrees warm air. Logically, there should have been a wave of heat as soon as one entered the room, but Gu Jiang shivered as soon as he entered the room.

Jin Bao didn't notice anything wrong. She turned to look at Gu Jiang and said, "Brother, I think this place is pretty good. Does it need to be expensive?"

"It's not expensive. If you like it, let's buy it."

Gu Jiang suppressed the chill and smiled nonchalantly.

It was really strange. He touched his forehead and found that he didn't have a fever, so why did he always feel cold?

It's not the kind of external cold, but the cold that comes from the bone marrow, a kind of chill.