When they arrived at the Tea House, Yang Zi got out of the car, glanced at the USB flash drive in her hand, put the USB flash drive into her computer bag, and raised a sarcastic smile on her lips. In the welcoming voice of the waiter, she spoke elegantly and noblely.

Went in.

Following the text message sent by Yun Xiaoluo, Yang Zi walked to the private room.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think, it's true that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

A family like Yun Xiaoluo's would definitely be intimidated by a place like Pinming, or at least feel uncomfortable.

But now Yun Xiaoluo actually chose a private room, and it was Feng Yalin, which was considered the most elegant and luxurious private room in the tea tasting.

Regarding this point, Yang Zi naturally attributed this result to the fact that Yun Xiaoluo had stayed with Gu Chenyao for a long time. Otherwise, how could Yun Xiaoluo have such taste, and why would he be willing to spend such a price.

"Hello, is this Miss Yang Ziyang?"

The waiter wore a bright red cheongsam, smiled elegantly, and looked at Yang Zi with gentle and respectful eyes.

Yang Zi, who was wearing a white dress, smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"Ms. Yang, please come this way."

The waiter pushed open the private room and bowed his head slightly. His service attitude was very good.

Yang Zi was very satisfied, smiled and said thank you, and walked in gracefully.

On the seemingly gentle face, there was a lofty and arrogant look in the black pupils, and the lips were slightly raised with light pink lip gloss.

Anyway, her face was already torn, so there was no need for her to hide her past ridicule and disdain for Yun Xiaoluo in her eyes. Showing such emotions would stimulate Yun Xiaoluo's nerves even more.

However, when Yang Zi saw the people sitting in the private room, the mocking smile on her face instantly froze.

President Gu was sitting by the window. The curtains were not drawn, but were opened on both sides of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. They were lavender, elegant, and also had an indescribable mystery.

The moonlight shone on his chiseled face, and his straight nose looked even tougher in the light, revealing a chilling coldness.

Those pitch-black eyes were like a bottomless pool. The moment Yang Zi walked in, she looked away from the window. The elusive black shadow in her pupils only made people feel frightened.

The thin lips outlined a cold arc, and the thin lip line was slightly pursed, drawing a cold and hard line. Sitting there elegantly and luxuriously, the elegant and emotional room suddenly became cold.

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Yang Zi remembered that the Gu Chenyao she met was always meticulous.

The look on his face was always cold and cold, so don't let strangers come near you.

But today, he was sitting there wearing a black suit, clasping the white tea cup with his fingers, and the light reflected by the valuable buttons on the cuffs made Yang Zi feel scared.

"Gu...Mr. Gu."

Just as Yang Zi shouted, President Gu leaned back, seemingly nonchalantly, but the air pressure in the private room instantly dropped a bit.

His cold eyebrows slowly raised, his brows furrowed slightly, and his dark and deep eyes stared at Yang Zi. There was no emotion on his cold face, and his thin lips uttered two indifferent words: "Here he comes!"

Yang Zi pursed her lips and her face began to turn pale.

She knew that Gu Chenyao had always been cold, but she had never seen such a cold look that frightened her.

Obviously... the look on his face was no different from every time we met him in the company.
Chapter completed!