Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Sitting on the sofa, Mr. Shang looked at Gu Jingnian seriously. He had lost his childishness and became more steady. It was a pity that he had no ability in business and could not help Qingqing in the future.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as I can serve you well.

He lowered his head and let the gaze above him look at him. He subconsciously tightened his grip on Jiuli's wrist, but his heart was calm.

"They are a good match," Old Master Shang held Jiuli with one hand and Gu Jingnian with the other. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that they were a good match.

"Qingqing," the old man then looked at Jiuli who was sitting next to him drinking tea, "When will you bring the person back?"

Don’t let anyone kidnap you. It’s no use crying to him!

"That depends on what he wants." He lowered his head to drink tea and glanced at Gu Jingnian with a smile. Besides, it was not their turn to decide. He realized belatedly that Mrs. Gu was still in the hospital.

Mr. Shang also thought of this and looked guilty, but he did not regret it. After all, he was already very old at that time and still had to work hard to support the business.

It is possible that he didn't notice it, and what if Shang Ruanruan accidentally defiled his beloved? ? ?

"You are already over 30 years old. In other people's families, you are already the parent of two children. Do you think you are behaving properly?" The old man tilted his head and stared at Jiuli, "I want to see my grandson's wife!"

"I'm still two years away from turning thirty," Jiuli retorted.

"Two years old? What's the difference? When I was your age, your father was almost ten years old." The old man said proudly.

She doesn't know how to seize the moment. It's not popular in their business to play with other people's feelings. Be careful or he'll break her legs!!!

Gu Jingnian, who was sitting on the side, was peeling lotus seeds, listening with his ears perked up as the two men exposed each other's shortcomings, and the smile on his lips became even more hearty.

"You can't drink today, don't even think about it," Jiuli snatched the famous wine that Mr. Shang took out at the dinner table.

"Hey, I'm happy today so what's wrong with drinking a few glasses less?" Mr. Shang slapped the table unhappily, like a child.

"Look at Qingqing, she's so strict, who can stand it?" The old man rolled his eyes and quickly tried to sow discord.

"Qingqing is a very kind person. She is also thinking about grandpa's health," he quickly lowered his head and peeled the spicy hero.

After collecting enough for a small plate, he pushed the plate and the dish to Jiuli.

"That's right, the doctor said you can't drink, but you always want to have a couple of drinks every day. Did you drink secretly when I was not around?" Jiuli smiled at Gu Jingnian while eating spicy shrimps.

"No, that's absolutely not the case. How could I drink secretly? You can't accuse me." The old man retorted quickly, but his wandering eyes made it obvious that he was lying.

"You should drink less," he said helplessly. Why does this man become more and more like a child as he gets older? "This almond tofu is suitable for you."

They always bicker while eating, which makes people laugh.

In the evening, the old man came down from upstairs quietly and came to the kitchen. He muttered something mysteriously, and went upstairs with two bowls of glutinous rice balls in wine with a smile. We still have to rely on this old man!

Hearing the door open, Jiuli wiped her hair and walked out in slippers. When she saw the rice dumplings with fermented rice that the old man was holding, she raised her eyebrows. Who would eat this so late at night? Do you dislike your own good stomach?

"This is Auntie Guan's new, improved recipe. I think it tastes good. My dears, remember to eat it. I'm going to go back to sleep first. People tend to get sleepy as they get older."

He blinked, then slowly turned and walked towards the room.

"Qingqing? What are you looking at?" Gu Jingnian came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. "Why do you smell something sweet?"

"Come and try the rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice that grandpa gave me." Jiuli waved her hand with a gleam in her eyes.

"Coming." Gu Jingnian replied, without stopping his hands. He blew his hair with a hair dryer a few times and then casually scratched it.

He felt refreshed just by looking at it. He walked over, took the tray from Jiuli's hand, put it on the cabinet in front of the bed, and divided it evenly into two portions. He didn't suspect that the old man would do anything bad at all.

"It's quite sweet." He took a sip and found it had a good blend of wine and a hint of osmanthus. He liked it. "It tastes good."

"Like it? I'll ask for the recipe when we go back and ask Aunt Wang to make it for you." Jiuli stirred the glutinous rice balls in wine.

"It's okay," he said with sparkling eyes.

Obviously he was looking forward to it, but also a little hesitant.

"It's just a recipe, Aunt Guan won't care." Jiuli drank slowly on purpose, knowing clearly what the old man had done.

"Then I'll trouble you, Qingqing." She said with a smile.

"No trouble," he wiped his lips and put down the bowl.

He picked up a science book beside him and slowly flipped through it. Gu Jingnian next to him was also looking at the music score. For a moment, everything was peaceful and quiet.

The dim light shone on the two of them, creating an inexplicable ambiguity.

As Gu Jingnian was looking at the music score, beads of sweat slid down his forehead. He unconsciously opened his collar to reveal his delicate collarbone.

As for the music score? I couldn't read it at all. I gritted my teeth secretly. He didn't seem to eat anything. Why did it feel weird?

"Qingqing," he threw away the music score in his hand.

He leaned against Jiuli, and the heat in his heart subsided slightly when he touched her cool skin. He breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

"The music score is not good?" Jiuli asked knowingly while lowering his head to read the book. His face was full of seriousness, but he knew everything in his heart.

"It's a little hot," he said in a muffled and unhappy tone.

"Hot? No, I feel fine." Jiuli touched Gu Jingnian's forehead with worried eyes.

"Yes." He said again with certainty, without thinking about other aspects, just wondering if the air conditioner was broken? ? ?

He withdrew his hand from Gu Jingnian's forehead. It would be strange if he didn't feel hot. Can he just eat the fermented glutinous rice balls given by the old man?

"I turned on the air conditioner, why is it so hot?" He looked confused but knew it in his heart, secretly calculating how long Gu Jingnian could endure.

"You are very cold," he lowered his head and rubbed Jiuli's neck randomly, his whole body wrapped around her like an octopus.

"Hmm? I'll find someone to take a look for you." Jiuli looked serious and was about to stand up, but failed.

Gu Jingnian suddenly thought of something and pulled Jiuli into his arms. What did the old man give them? Warm and affectionate? Did he think he was not good enough? He gritted his teeth in hatred.

"No, I just want to kiss you," he breathed uncomfortably, his eyes staring at Jiuli in his arms.

Subconsciously, she hooked her hands around Gu Jingnian's neck. Was she still as shy as before?

"Gu Jingnian," he whispered, and took the initiative to lower Gu Jingnian's neck, and his lips lightly brushed across his Adam's apple.

"Hmm?" He raised his hand to lift Jiuli's chin, and then covered her lips with his, venting all his emotions in a warm and friendly manner.

It was not until he noticed that the person in his arms was having difficulty breathing that Gu Jingnian bit Jiuli's lips with lingering satisfaction.

"Why do you like biting people so much?" It really hurts! You really have a delicate body that is easy to be pushed down! !

"I'll bite you," he said vaguely, "stamp."

"Hmm?" He hissed unconsciously. It was true.

"Hurt? I'll be gentler." Puzzled eyes flashed. When did Qingqing become so afraid of being sensitive? She hadn't done that before.

"Well," wait until she goes out and see how she cleans it up!

The night was filled with passion and affection, and ended only when the moon reached its zenith.