Gu Yang glanced at Feng Jue suspiciously; the micro-expression she caught just now did not mean this.
She still took Feng Jue shopping and provided him with material care.
After returning to the Gu family villa, she went to find Gu Jin and told her about the photo.
Gu Jin lazily leaned on the computer chair, playing with a simulated gun in his hand. He looked up at Gu Yang nonchalantly, and said in a cold tone: "So you sold me out?"
Gu Yang's eyes stayed on her gun for a moment. Wow, it's a real gun. I almost forgot that the boss is also an ordnance designer.
She added weakly, "I sold your photos."
Gu Jin said "oh" indifferently, and then asked: "Did you practice the piano today?"
"Not yet, let's go now!" Seeing that the boss didn't care about it, Gu Yang immediately went to practice the piano obediently.
Gu Jin followed her to the piano room and sat on the windowsill listening to the piano as usual.
Gu Yang played Moonlight Sonata, a lullaby. After so many days of observation, she was sure that Gu Jin had a serious sleep disorder and was often seriously sleep deprived.
Just now she went into Gu Jin's room to confess to her, and noticed the special sleeping pills on her desk.
Looking at Gu Jin who had fallen asleep leaning against the windowsill, Gu Yang was somewhat puzzled. How could Gu Jin suffer from such a serious sleep disorder? Has it reached the point where even special sleeping pills can't control it
Sleep disorders are often caused by long-term ideological conflicts or excessive mental burden, mental labor, long-term improper balance between work and rest, physical weakness after illness, etc.
Could it be that the boss overworked his brain? After all, the boss's vests are like layers of onions, and each layer of identity has things to deal with. So it is normal to be overworked.
"I played three notes wrong." Gu Jin frowned, raised his eyes and met Gu Yang's gaze, which he had not yet retracted. He paused, "Why are you looking at me?"
Gu Yang: "You look good."
Gu Jin: “…”
Gu Yang nodded.
Gu Jin jumped down, yawned and walked out of the piano room. When he reached the door, he suddenly said coldly, "Stay away from him."
Gu Yang:
Gu Jin went downstairs and knocked on Feng Jue's door. He glanced at the several shopping bags in the bedroom and looked at him with a slightly sarcastic look, "Does it sound good?"
When Feng Jue opened the door and saw that it was Gu Jin, his eyes darkened slightly. He knew that Gu Jin was referring to the piano music just now, so he lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Of course it sounds good."
Gu Jin: "Play it for me."
Feng Jue: “…”
He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Jin. His eyes were still clear, but as cold as ice.
The two men's eyes met, as if they were about to clash with weapons.
After a long while, Feng Jue chuckled and pointed at the pile of shopping bags in the bedroom, "It's for me. He took me out alone and bought it for me."
Now Gu Jin's face turned cold.
During dinner, Ruan Xueling told Gu Zhaoming everything that happened during the day. She couldn't stop smiling and kept praising Gu Yang: "Yangyang is indeed our pride."
Gu Zhaoming also looked at Gu Yang with eyes full of admiration. He followed Ruan Xueling in praising Gu Yang to the point that he was unrivaled in the world, so much so that Gu Yang was so embarrassed that he almost made a magic castle out of it.
Taking advantage of Gu Zhaoming's good mood, Gu Yang made his request, "Dad, can you give me two guest spots on the show "Drinking and Talking about Sangma" that you invested in?"
(End of this chapter)