The black short hair was meticulously combed, and a few strands of bangs were scattered slightly in front of the forehead because the hairspray was loose, covering up a pair of thick and handsome eyebrows.
The lights from the ceiling cast a bright circle over the man's head.
The other party lowered his head, a chiseled face hidden in the shadows that could not be seen clearly, he was wearing a snow-white shirt with lapel collar, the button of the shirt was buttoned up to the top, with an air of abstinence. The vest is covered with black vertical white stripes, and further down, the lower body is hidden from view by a thick red-brown wooden desk.
Butler Zhang lowered his eyebrows, walked over lightly, and placed the tray in his hand on the foot of the desk. The sterling silver tray collided with the tabletop lightly without making any sound.
In the past, the woman who quietly turned around and left after delivering her things did not move this time, and the man who lowered his head to handle the document raised his head from the document.
The light illuminated his face.
The facial features are sturdy, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyes are dark and ink-like. It's a sharp line. The whole person exudes the indifference that is refusing to be thousands of miles away from the bones, and the coercion from the superior.
The man raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with no warmth.
Butler Zhang was stared at by those cold eyes that looked like mechanical objects, and his heart suddenly trembled.
"Anything else?" the man said, his low and clear voice was like a jade that collided into a silver bottle under the moonlight, as cold as him.
"Mr. Su is here." Butler Zhang hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell what he just saw.
Hearing this name suddenly, the expression on Gu Peilang's face did not change in the slightest. He lowered his head and returned his gaze to the document in front of him: "Got it."
Butler Zhang looked at him, unable to make up his mind for a while, not knowing whether to let someone in.
"gentlemen?"
"Has the things you arranged for you been sorted?" Gu Peilang didn't look up.
Butler Zhang remembered the suitcase standing behind the door, and nodded: "It's all sorted."
"Send it to him."
Butler Zhang listened to the man's words and instantly understood that Mr. Su should have come back to get his own things, otherwise, she couldn't think of the reason for the other party's return. That person disgusted Gu Zhai and Mr. Gu to the point of wishing that they had never appeared in the world. After finally getting rid of this place, how could they come back again.
"I see." Butler Zhang, who lowered his head and suppressed all thoughts in his heart, replied in a low voice, then turned around and exited the study.
The thick wooden door was gently closed, isolating everything in the study, including the man, from another world.
Outside the gate of Gu's house, Su Jinyu looked at the door with lifelike carvings in front of him, and the white doorbell was on the side, but he didn't dare to press it.
After finally doing a good job of psychological construction, the one who came to open the door was the butler Zhang, who always had a serious face and acted in a strict manner.
Seeing the woman who used to point at his nose and swear at him appeared in front of him again, and was much younger than he remembered, Su Jinyu's expression was a little dazed, so he missed the flash in the woman's eyes when he saw him. of disgust.
"Mr. Su." Butler Zhang called to her with a calm and respectful voice, "All your things have been packed, just in this box, you can see if there is anything left, if there is any, I will look for it again, no Then you can take it."
After listening to her words, Su Jinyu came back to his senses, looked down, and at a glance he saw the suitcase standing beside the woman.
His pupils shrank slightly, his nails sank deep into his soft palms, and Su Jinyu raised a bloodless face to look at the person in front of him.
His vocal cords seemed to be pinched, making it difficult for him to speak: "Steward Zhang... I'm not... I'm not here to carry luggage..."
In a word, he said intermittently.
Butler Zhang looked at the man in front of him with a somewhat painful expression, and a hint of ridicule rose in his heart. When he spoke again, the respect and politeness from before were no longer in his voice.
"What's the matter with Mr. Su? My husband rests early in the evening. Your sudden visit at night will easily disturb my husband's rest."
The woman's words were merciless, and her palms were numb with pain. Su Jinyu bit her lower lip, and then raised her head. The expression in those beautiful eyes was slightly empty, but it was shockingly stubborn.
"Pei... Gu Peilang, did he sleep?"
No matter how well-educated Rao is, Butler Zhang couldn't help laughing, with an undisguised sarcasm in his laughter, as if he was mocking a man's sloppy attitude.
"What is Mr. Su asking? If Mr. is not asleep, do you still want to put a knife on your neck and ask our husband to give you something?"
This sentence was like a sharp blade, and it went straight into Su Jinyu's already bloody heart. He seemed to have been hit by a huge blow. body.
There was a smell of sweetness in his throat, and he blinked to force the sourness in his eyes back, and then looked up at the woman in front of him.
"I want to see him."
Butler Zhang looked at him as if he would faint in the next second, his delicate eyebrows slowly wrinkled.
"Sir doesn't want to see you."
Su Jinyu's swarthy eyes looked at her stubbornly without giving in the slightest. No matter what Butler Zhang said, he went back and forth with only one sentence: "I want to see him."
There was something wrong with the man's current appearance, and he was even a little stunned. Butler Zhang looked at him with a frown, thinking of the people in the study upstairs. After a long silence, he finally chose to back down and walked to the landline in the living room. , raised his hand and dialed the study's phone.
Su Jinyu's eyes have been fixed on Butler Zhang, and after seeing the other person raise his hand and pick up the phone, a strange brilliance burst out from his dark pupils.
The waiting time was extraordinarily long. Although it was only a few seconds, Su Jinyu felt as if it had been a century. His eyes were almost fixed on the phone in Butler Zhang's ear.
"Stab!" There was a light sound of electric current, and the phone was connected.
The man's low and clear voice rang clearly in the living room through the receiver, and the tips of Su Jinyu's fingers holding the door frame turned pale due to the force.
"Hey?"
"Sir, Mr. Su said he wanted to see you."
"Let him go."
The cold and emotionless voice made Su Jinyu's uneasy heart sank. Before Butler Zhang was about to hang up, he roared with a trembling voice, his voice shattered and fragmented.
"Gu Peilang!"
The other side of the phone suddenly became quiet, and after a long time, a tired voice rang again.
"Let him come up."