After breakfast, Gu Beixian went to the scientific research company he had made an appointment to discuss projects.
Because the project was quite important, he dressed very formally.
The neat three-piece silver-gray suit embellishes her wide shoulders and narrow waist, her long straight legs, and her hair is meticulously styled.
His bones are in excellent shape.
After a little tidying up, he became personable and heroic, just like the business tycoon in the financial magazine.
Su Hua expertly helped him tie his tie.
After the beating, she stood on tiptoes, came to his mouth, kissed him sweetly, and said with starry eyes, "My man is so handsome."
Gu Beixian pinched her thin and tender face and said to her, "My woman is so beautiful."
Su Hua burst into laughter and helped him straighten his collar, "Go ahead, I wish you immediate success."
"Well, wait until I come back."
After bidding farewell to Fan Hongru, Gu Beixian set off with his assistant and bodyguards.
Not long after he left, Zhou Pingpin also left with his bodyguards.
Su Hua continued to immerse herself in restoring ancient paintings.
In the afternoon, Gu Beixian came back.
The project was negotiated very smoothly.
He was in a good mood and said to Su Hua: "Just clean up and take you to a birthday party tonight."
Su Hua was quite surprised, "Do you have any acquaintances here?"
"I studied here before, and the person whose birthday is tonight is named John Tang, who is my classmate. His grandfather was one of the first to come to the United States to prospect for gold. He is a fan of antiques, especially ancient calligraphy and painting."
Su Hua understood.
Gu Beixian was trying to pave the way for her.
Just like women like jewelry, rich men, especially older ones, mostly like antique calligraphy and paintings.
When I have nothing to do, I just hold those antique vases, calligraphy and paintings, watch and appreciate them over and over again, and enjoy myself.
One of the most famous among them was Emperor Qianlong, who was nicknamed Aixinjueluo Psoriasis.
He loves collecting, especially calligraphy and paintings by famous people. Every time he appreciates them, he likes to stamp them. Among them, Zhao Ziang's "Autumn Colors of Magpie Flowers" was stamped with 168 stamps by him.
Like Grandpa Don John, most of the first batch of people who came to the United States to prospect for gold hugged each other very tightly.
As long as Su Hua wins three or five, basically the entire Chinese antique circle in California will know about her.
I think back then, Fan Hongru was introduced to her by Gu Beixian.
Seeing him supporting her work so much, Su Hua was extremely happy.
She pushed him down on the sofa, lay on top of him, kissed his face endlessly, smiled sweetly, and said, "Thank you, my man!"
Gu Beixian was elated by her kiss.
He turned over and pressed her under him, rubbing his nose against her cheek, feeling infinitely ambiguous and affectionate.
His voice was so lazy that he said, "You deserve this. Who made you work so hard last night?"
Su Hua's ears turned red and she hurriedly covered his mouth, "Stop talking."
Taking her hand away, Gu Beixian lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He kissed her very domineeringly, and his tongue seemed to be fighting with her tongue for a while, and then it hit her throat.
He wanted to suck her dry.
She accepts her.
When he put his hand into her clothes, she had turned into a soft cloud.
He held her graceful waist and graceful hips, carried her to the bed, and put her down.
Then the mattress made a heavy impact sound.
The roof is deforming, the lights are deforming, the people are deforming, everything is distorting and changing.
Thousands of horses galloped and floods burst their banks.
They love so passionately that they can hear their bodies and souls crackling and burning...
More than an hour later.
Suhua got up with a blush on her face, went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on makeup, and change clothes.
Both legs were limp and weak.
His eyes were watery, with a charming charm.
Eight o'clock.
Su Hua, wearing a white slim-fitting evening gown with long hair shawl, came to Tang John's home with Gu Beixian.
Unlike the Fan Hong Confucian family, Tang John's family lived in a century-old house, a bit like a small castle.
The exterior looks a bit quaint and old-fashioned, but once inside, the decoration inside is very new, beautiful and luxurious.
Rich people are a little different from ordinary people.
Su Hua has long been accustomed to strange things.
The living room with a ceiling height of eight or nine meters is as spacious as half a basketball court.
Many people have come, including yellow, white and black people.
There were mostly young people, and everyone was drinking with a glass of wine, making it lively and lively.
As soon as Gu Beixian and Su Hua entered the room, everyone looked at them in surprise.
Because the two of them are so outstanding in appearance and temperament, and they are so perfect for each other, they are like a pair of lovers. As soon as they appear on the stage, they have the halo of the protagonists.
Suddenly, all the noise in the room stopped and it was extremely quiet.
After a brief silence, an enthusiastic male voice sounded, "Hey, Brother Xian, you are here!"
John Tang, who was wearing a formal suit and a black tie, jogged over to greet Gu Beixian and gave him a big bear hug.
Gu Beixian patted his back and handed him the birthday gift in his hand.
Tang John took the gift and thanked him, turned to look at Su Hua, exclaimed, pointed at her face and said: "I know you, you are the mysterious crane-painting girl, I have watched your show!"
Su Hua remembered.
What he was probably talking about was that she had painted Song Huizong's "Auspicious Crane Picture" live on TV before.
"You painted such a beautiful painting in such a short time, and it looks so similar! I admire you so much!" Tang John said and was about to hug Su Hua.
Gu Beixian's face was slightly cold, he raised his arms, separated him, and said in a warning tone: "This is my wife, Su Hua."
Tang John glanced at him and said, "Brother Xian, you are too stingy. Hugging and shaking hands is a common etiquette in the West."
He is of one-quarter American descent, received Western education since childhood, and has an outgoing and unrestrained personality.
I don't think there's anything wrong with hugging her at all.
Gu Beixian's eyelids narrowed and he said seriously: "You can hug anyone, you can hug a monkey, a horse, a rhinoceros, a camel, whatever you want, I won't care, except for my wife."
"Why should I hug the monkey if I have nothing to do?" Tang John shrugged and said to Su Hua, "Miss Su, let me take you to see my grandpa. He has been waiting for you up there for a long time."
Gu Beixian corrected: "She is my wife."
Tang John winked at him, made a face, bent slightly towards Su Hua, and made a "please" gesture, "Mrs. Gu, let's go upstairs."
"OK, thanks."
Su Hua and Gu Beixian followed him and walked upstairs.
Suddenly, a cheerful female voice came to my ears, "Miss Su!"
Su Hua looked back.
I saw Gu Huajin in a black evening gown and Gu Jinyao in a neat suit walking in side by side.
This was the first time she had seen Gu Jinyao wearing formal clothes. He was quite a talented person and looked a bit dapper.
Very on point.
Gu Huajin came over, hugged Su Hua warmly, and gave her a French kiss on both cheeks.
The kiss made Gu Beixian frown.
Gu Huajin let go of Su Hua and held her hand enthusiastically, "I heard that you were helping to restore ancient paintings at Uncle Fan's house?"
Su Hua smiled, "Yes."
"Come to our house to play when you are free some other time."
Su Hua was surprised, "Your family is also in California?"
"Yes, it's not far from Uncle Fan's house. When you are free, call me in advance and I will drive to pick you up."
Su Hua was about to speak.
Gu Beixian was the first to refuse for her: "My wife is not free any day. She has to return to China after helping Mr. Fan restore the ancient paintings."
"Your wife?" Gu Huajin was surprised, "Aren't you already divorced? Why is Miss Su still your wife?"
Gu Beixian's expression remained unchanged, and he said matter-of-factly: "We are preparing to remarry."
A trace of luck flashed in Gu Huajin's eyes, "Does that mean Su Hua is still single now?"
Gu Beixian pursed his lips and said nothing, but there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Years of upbringing and control prevented him from having an attack on the spot.
Gu Huajin blinked at Gu Jinyao, which meant: You still have a chance, hurry up!