Chapter 97 A carriage is really lively
"The old man said that he would hand over the Gu family business to whoever can make you recognize him as your great-grandfather."
Ye Qianning was laughing at him one second ago because he couldn't help it, and the next second his face turned green.
Mr. Gu must be confused. Is he going to give away his family fortune just for a little kid he has only met twice?
No matter what the purpose was, such words hurt her a lot!
Seeing that she still didn't move, Gu Shuo frowned even deeper: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Ye Qianning was silent for a while before he sighed and said four words: "The human heart is hard to predict."
The human heart is unpredictable?
What are you talking about?
Gu Shuo was adept at dealing with people in business and among the powerful, and he could guess what people were thinking after just a few words. However, the way this kid spoke was a little confusing.
"What's going on?" Xiang Minghou came back.
"The general is Mr. Gu..."
Before the guard could finish his words, Marquis Xiang Ming jumped into the car.
"Gu Shuo, what do you want to do?" Xiang Minghou said in a deep voice.
"Nothing, I just want to know what ability this fat guy has to catch the eye of the old man at home." Gu Shuo was as calm as ever.
"You should go back and ask Old Gu about this." Xiang Minghou scolded him, then thought of something and asked, "What does it mean that the Gu family blocked the door to the general's mansion?"
"I'll tell you the same thing. You have to go ask the old man." Gu Shuo said as he was about to get up and get out of the car.
"Gu Shuo, don't blame me for not warning you. Some things are best kept to yourself. If you didn't admit it back then, you'd better not admit it in the future. Don't show up around my daughter again, or you know the consequences."
Gu Shuo didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pushed open the car door. Suddenly, someone pushed him into the car. His back hit the rear door and he groaned in pain.
I thought of something and looked down at my body...
"Fatty——"
Xiang Minghou's eyes blurred and it was too late for him to reach out. He saw with his own eyes that his daughter rolled to the side quickly.
Ye Qianning was also frightened while lying on her side. Fortunately, she was agile, otherwise she would have been smashed into a meat patty by Gu Shuo!
Gu Shuo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no doll under him.
In a blink of an eye, he saw Ye Qianning standing in the corner of the couch, suspicious and surprised. He didn't notice whether she just happened to get up or dodged the moment he hit her.
If it's the latter, then the speed of this doll is incredibly terrifying.
"Fatty, how are you?" Xiang Minghou was scared. If it weren't for the fact that Wawa was so skilled, the consequences of being hit by Gu Shuo, who weighed over a hundred pounds, would have been disastrous.
"Dad, I'm fine." Ye Qianning straightened his clothes.
Seeing that the man was really fine, Xiang Minghou and Gu Shuo turned to look at the person who almost broke in.
"Zhan Chi, are you sick?" A hint of anger flashed across Gu Shuo's calm face.
"Gu Shuo, what are you looking for the fat girl for? Huh? Don't try to get her attention, burp..." Zhan Chi's cheeks flushed, and he burped drunkenly, filling the carriage with a strong smell of alcohol.
Gu Shuo opened his folding fan and covered his nose with it, his eyes full of disgust.
"Get out." Xiang Minghou shouted angrily.
"No, my daughter is here, I'm not going anywhere." Zhan Chi burped, his eyes hazy. "Little Fatty, come on, let's go home with Daddy."
As he spoke, he pushed Gu Shuo away and reached out to grab Ye Qianning.
Ye Qianning frowned invisibly. How much Immortal Wine must he have drunk to be so drunk? He looked like he had just crawled out of a wine jar.
“Hiss…it hurts…”
Before Zhan Chi's hand touched Ye Qianning, Xiang Minghou grabbed his wrist and became furious.
"Zhan Chi, that's enough, get out." Xiang Minghou pinched his wrist and led him out.
(End of this chapter)
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