After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

"Send it to me," Gu Tianyou said weakly.

Sensing something was wrong with Gu Tianyou's voice, Chen Jie asked anxiously, "Mr. Gu, are you feeling unwell?"

Gu Tianyou's anger, which he had managed to suppress, suddenly surged back up.

"Your whole family is in poor health, hurry up and send me your email address!"

In less than two minutes, Gu Tianyou received an email from Chen Jie.

Upon opening it, the wording and other aspects were basically fine.

In short, the general idea is that Ye Yingying's suicide had nothing to do with Gu Tianyou.

Something suddenly flashed through his mind, and Gu Tianyou called Chen Jie again, "Come pick me up, make a big commotion."

Chen Jie asked for the address, then deliberately said in the office, "Okay, I'll come pick you up right away."

As soon as the Maserati drove out of the underground parking garage, Chen Jie saw in his rearview mirror that two or three cars were following him.

"Mr. Gu, I'm being followed. Do you still need to come pick me up?"

"Yes, I'm injured."

"Mr. Gu, you're injured. Where are you injured? Is it serious? Should we go to the hospital?"

Hearing Chen Jie's warm greetings over the phone, which sounded even more affectionate than a mother's, Gu Tianyou's lips twitched.

"It's not serious, you don't need to go to the hospital."

"President Gu, please wait for me. I'll be there in ten more traffic lights."

"Beep beep beep!" The phone rang with a busy tone.

Chen Jie then realized that Gu Tianyou had hung up the phone.

He shook his head. "Sigh, President Gu is really like a child who hasn't grown up."

As he spoke, he stepped on the gas.

Sitting in the car, Shen Yao recalled the feeling of Gu Tianyou hugging her, and goosebumps rose all over her body again.

She now feels very averse to Gu Tianyou touching her.

Huangfuhao was driving when he noticed that Shen Yao was uncomfortable.

"Sister, are you alright? Should we go to the hospital to get checked out?"

Shen Yao shook her head. "No need, let's go straight home."

"I'll take you," Huangfuhao immediately replied.

He still feels deeply guilty towards Shen Yao for what happened that night.

I always felt I should do something to make it up to this woman.

Shen Yao knew nothing about these things. In her opinion, helping an injured person on the roadside was the most normal thing to do.

As for why the injured person suddenly became a robber and took her hostage, Shen Yao did not delve into it.

What's troubling her now is that she has to face this man again when she goes to Bo Yuxiu's house tomorrow.

"Whatever you want." Shen Yao leaned wearily against the car seat, turned her head to look at Huangfu Hao.

I noticed that Huangfuhao's hair was cut shorter, and he looked much cleaner and fresher.

However, people with good looks can look good with any hairstyle.

Moreover, Chu Yao is of mixed Italian and Chinese descent.

"What do you mean by 'whatever'?" Huangfuhao looked at Shen Yao's tired expression and thought that the woman was still angry about what happened that night. "Sister, I didn't want you to get hurt that night."

"What I mean is, if you have time, please take me home. If you don't, just drop me off on the side of the road and I can take a taxi home myself. It's up to you."

Shen Yao interrupted Chu Yao and explained why she said "whatever".

"Oh, I see." Feeling guilty, Chu Yao touched his fluffy hair with his right hand. "As for taking my sister home, I'm definitely free. I'm free anytime."

Shen Yao crossed her arms and pouted, "You're such a smooth talker, are you like this with every woman?"

Chu Yao, who had been holding the steering wheel with both hands, immediately raised his right hand upon hearing Shen Yao's words, "Sister, from now on, I will only treat you like this."