Crying, the crispy boss tore up the plot again

The car drove past quickly and the two people in the corner had no idea they were being photographed.

Gu Yunxiao was not stupid. He quickly guessed the reason. Even though he didn't understand it completely, he guessed it was almost right.

He withdrew his gaze from the window in disbelief, and looked at the person next to him. Seeing that he looked normal, he knew that he no longer took the matter to heart.

But I still couldn't help but say: "It's really like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons."

As for who this is referring to, it is unknown.

Bai Chi shrugged, quickly cropped the car part of the photo, and asked Xiao Hei to put it away, as it would be useful when the time comes.

Then he laughed and said, "I feel sleepy, so someone sends me a pillow."

As he spoke, he flipped open a web page and showed Gu Yunxiao some gossip.

The president of Gu Group actually went through the gossip news that he had missed recently with the boy.

After returning home, Bai Chi went to the training room to play the cello, training for two hours every day. He also had a solo performance next month, so naturally he had to do his best.

Gu Yunxiao did not go to the company, but had the documents delivered to his home, apparently intending to stay at home with Bai Chi.

Today is the anniversary of his mother-in-law's death. Even though his lover acted nonchalant, Gu Yunxiao still wanted to stay home with him, even if one was in the practice room and the other in the study.

Because of the wedding date, Mr. Gu called Gu Yunxiao and asked him to bring Bai Chi to the old house for dinner in the evening.

This is not the first time I have visited the old house, but it has a different meaning than before.

However, Gu Yunxiao did not agree immediately. He just asked about other people's schedules and rescheduled a time.

Today is obviously not a good day for a party. Today is only suitable for two people to spend time alone.

Bai Chi received news from Xiao Hei in the evening that Ye's father had indeed forgotten that today was the anniversary of his ex-wife's death and was still drinking at the party.

It was not until after midnight that Bai Chi asked Xiao Hei to send an instruction to the paparazzi during the day. One minute later, dozens of marketing accounts on the Internet became active.

'It's Mr. Ye's ex-wife's death anniversary, Mr. Ye is having fun at a cocktail party'

"Young Master Ye and General Manager Gu went to the cemetery to pay tribute, and it seems that they met their parents."

"Mr. Gu has never met his father-in-law. Is he extremely dissatisfied with him?"

'After Young Master Ye came of age, President Ye, under the instigation of his mistress, cut off all of Young Master Ye's financial resources, and he had to rely entirely on his mother's inheritance to survive...'

Entries like these have become popular searches due to the manipulation of people with ulterior motives.

There are more than that, there are many like Ye family's illegitimate son Ye Hongjie, who is only half a year younger than the eldest master Ye Baichi.

As soon as Mr. Ye’s ex-wife passed away, the news that his mistress brought her illegitimate child into the house appeared one by one in the hot search terms.

Even though it was past midnight, today was Friday, the time when many young people were just starting their nightlife.

For a time, the Internet was flooded with condemnations against the three members of the Ye family.

Bai Chi was waiting for this day. He decided to schedule the event after his mother's death anniversary, not only because it would be more effective, but he also didn't want his mother to be disturbed by these people.

At this time, the Ye family, which had been quiet, was bright again. Ye's father, who had just arrived home, had just finished drinking the sobering soup when he received a message from his subordinates and was immediately furious.

"Assholes, who on earth sent these? Who gave them the guts?!"

The mistress back then, now Mrs. Ye, still has her charm even at her age.

At this moment, she was walking down from upstairs in a white nightgown. When she passed by the housekeeper, she paused for a moment. However, Ye's father, who was in a rage, obviously didn't see anything.

"Husband, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Mrs. Ye's face was full of wrinkles, but her voice was still delicate and she pulled Ye's father's arm in a pretentious manner.

Ye's father was very impressed by this. The anger on his face was immediately suppressed and he just tapped his phone angrily.

"Today, no, yesterday was actually that woman's death anniversary. I don't know which bastard took a photo of me not going and posted it online."

"Even though he's dead, he still won't let anyone live in peace! He raised a good son, and now he's hanging out with Gu Yunxiao, but he doesn't even bother to bring some resources to the family. You're really ungrateful!"

Mrs. Ye secretly pursed her lips, but soon pretended to be surprised.

"What? Yesterday was actually my sister's death anniversary? Oh, Xiao Chi is such a kid, why didn't he inform us?"

As he said that, he pulled Ye's father to sit down.

"Husband, you are so busy with the company every day, how can you remember everything? I will ask the public relations department to issue a statement later, and then go to the cemetery to see my sister tomorrow."

"Sister is so gentle and considerate, she will definitely not blame you."

Father Ye was indeed comforted, but his brows were still furrowed.

"I'm not worried about that, but how could this matter become so big? The Ye family has just established contact with the Gu family. How could those people be so bold as to expose the Ye family's secrets!"

Mrs. Ye also saw the content on the hot search through Ye's father's mobile phone.

When I saw the first one, I didn’t feel anything, but when I saw the last one, I was suddenly shocked.

But Ye's father was frowning, preparing to contact several familiar media outlets in an attempt to suppress these hot searches first, and did not notice the expression of the woman next to him.