That's right, the Gu family grew up after Gu Huaiyi's grandfather became famous for his medical skills, started running hospitals, invested in the research of traditional Chinese medicine, and joined the four wealthy families.
Unfortunately, after two generations of prosperity, Gu Huaiyi's father died early, and by his time, there were signs of decline again.
It is useless to marry a wife without marrying a virtuous man.
After leaving Gu's house, the sun was shining brightly.
Song Qianqian held a bamboo umbrella, and her sober figure looked out of place on the quiet green road, yet very unique.
At this moment, Xianxian was just a painting lying on the umbrella paper, but he couldn't help but mutter: "Master Yin~ My fiancé's car is not gone, don't you want to negotiate terms with her?"
Song Qianqian stepped forward lightly without looking back, "Old man, he took advantage of his niece and got a vicious daughter. Since he is in a hurry, he is the only one who begs me for help."
The immortal slandered: [Master, you are more than 7,000 years old, do you think you are too old to be old? 】
Not far away, the Shang Dynasty's car was slowly following the figure.
Xiang Tianhe was speechless beside him, "Uncle Qi, shouldn't she come to negotiate with you about the conditions for breaking off the engagement, or stay in the Gu family without breaking off the engagement?"
This Song Butt, he's not a big man, he has more thoughts than a hornet's nest, he pretends to be cool, and if he wants to refuse, he welcomes him, right?
Shang Chao leaned on his seat and twirled the beads with his fingertips very slowly, "Do you think she wants to stay in the Gu family?"
On the contrary, there is no consistency with the rumored greed for wealth.
Shang Chao nodded slightly, "Continue to follow."
After all, he is the one who has a marriage contract with him. No matter whether it is successful or not, he still has to check it out.
Xiang Tianhe watched Song Qianqian take a taxi at the gate of the community, and then followed him all the way.
Half an hour later, the car she was sitting in stopped at the entrance of a high-end shopping mall.
"Sure enough, I worship money." Xiang Tianhe snorted, stopped the car and walked into the mall.
But when I entered the door, I was blocked by someone, and then I looked up...
"Where is the person?" Xiang Tianhe blinked, looking confused, obviously he was still there just now.
Xiang Tianhe walked around the hall and looked at everyone who was riding the escalator and waiting for the elevator. Except for the bald little nun, who had such a bright head, he was gone.
Xiang Tianhe still wanted to look inside, but Shang Chao narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered, "Go back."
He curled his lips, little girl, that’s interesting!
At that time.
Song Qianqian stood at the corner of the mall's outer wall, watching Shang Chao's car leave, and then entered the mall again.
She went straight to the electronic products section, bought a laptop and four mobile phones, and had them delivered to her home. She took her mobile phones with her.
I still took a taxi back to Songjia Hutong.
When they were about to arrive two blocks away, Song Qianqian's eyes fell into the distance and she frowned, "Master, drive over."
There was some chaos on the other side of the road, but the surroundings were quiet. Uncle Doctor Song was being dragged into the alley with his hair and his mouth covered!
Song Qianqian couldn't wait for the car to stop and her front feet landed on the ground.
A bill floated in front of the driver's eyes. When he stepped on the brakes, the back seat was empty and the figure of the little nun floated into the alley.
The driver was stunned. The car didn't stop. How did she get out? She didn't even fall?
In summer, the narrow alley is hot and humid, and a discordant noise comes from a certain door.
“If you don’t pay back the money, I’ll chop it into pieces!”
“Chop chop chop!”
Song Qianqian put her feet away, opened the door with the tip of her umbrella and walked straight in.
"Who is it?" Someone yelled impatiently outside.
Uncle Song took the opportunity to struggle and turned his head to see that figure. In the messy and broken yard, she was standing in white clothes and holding an umbrella.
"What are you doing here?" Dr. Song's brows suddenly knitted.
Firstly, he was afraid of causing trouble to her, and secondly, he felt that he was ashamed of himself.
Song Qianqian's eyes swept around and landed on the tattooed man with a gold-plated chain, "Is there no security in this place?"
The tattooed man touched his chin and smiled, "I am the god here, why do I need your father?"
"Hurry up!...Ah!" Uncle Song just spoke to her when he was greeted with a fist.
Song Qianqian continued to walk in and raised her chin delicately, "He owes you money?"
"Why do you owe me?" I was asking Uncle Song.
Uncle Song originally wanted to say, "You should take care of it!" But when he met her cold gaze, he changed his words obediently: "The last time our mother was hospitalized, she received two thousand."
He borrowed money to pay for medical expenses and lied to Song Yu that he had saved it by working as a part-time worker. In fact, it was a loan shark.
Song Qianqian didn't say much, after all, he was very filial.
Very simply, "I'll pay it back for him."
The tattooed man raised his fingers and said, "Twenty thousand."
She raised her eyes and smiled softly, "May I ask, have you ever seen a dog give birth to puppies?"
The tattooed man spat at her, "Stop talking nonsense, don't talk about dogs giving birth to cubs, if you don't leave, I'll even watch the nun give birth!"
Everyone around immediately burst into laughter.
Song Qianqian's soft lips curled up slightly, "It takes two years for a dog to have puppies, but it can't be as fast as your interest rate increase."
"You dare to call me a dog?"
The minion grabbed him and said, "Boss, don't be impulsive. It's more important to get the money. What she means is, we are worse than dogs. Don't dogs give birth faster than me?"
When the tattooed man heard the explanation from his subordinates, he was just trying to put out the fire.
But shut the fuck up! Aren’t you still a dog?
Then his face turned dark and he was about to rush forward to get Song Qianqian.
When Doctor Song Shu saw it, he couldn't care about anything else. He desperately broke away from the people who were holding him and rushed over to protect Song Qianqian.
Song Qianqian stood there, holding the handle of the umbrella from tightening to relaxing. Looking at the thin back, her heart felt warm again.
"Okay! Chop it!" Uncle Song risked his life and yelled at the tattooed man: "As long as I lose the bet, I'll chop it up as you please!"
This is the condition of the tattooed man. The two thousand yuan has been increased to 20,000 yuan. If Uncle Song wins him, he can only pay back the two thousand yuan.
After saying that, Dr. Song Shu secretly turned to her and winked: "Hurry up!"
Song Qianqian smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll cheer for you."
Over there, the tattooed man had already sat down, and the person next to him quickly took out the cards.
Uncle Song proposed: "I want to shuffle the cards."
The tattooed man glanced at him, it didn't matter, he would wash his hands anyway.
Song Qianqian stood next to him, "Are you particular?"
When the tattooed man took the cards back, Doctor Song told her in a low voice: "I can tell that some of the cards are different."
She raised her eyebrows, remembering that at the Stone Gambling Market, Dr. Song weighed the stone and said it was no more than nine taels.
Song Qianqian looked at his rough hands, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
Song Shuyi played a simple card game with the tattooed man. Each player had three cards and bet on the big or small. If he felt that he was better than his opponent, he would play.
You can change the cards three times at most, and you must open the third time. If the number is low, you will admit defeat.
The first time, Uncle Song looked at the cards and gave up.
The second time, I gave up too.
The third time, he frowned and sweat began to drip from his forehead.
Song Qianqian glanced at it.
His cards are two kings and an ace.
"I..." Dr. Song withdrew his cards and was about to say the word "lost."
Song Qianqian pressed his shoulder, picked it up and looked at the cards again, then put them back in his hand, saying only one word: "Open."
"Don't!" Uncle Song was scared to death because he knew that the tattooed man had at least two a's in his hand!
He originally wanted to beat the other two aces and at least draw, so he kept changing cards.
Song Qianqian's tone was calm, but it was still one word: "Open."
Uncle Doctor Song couldn't help this, someone came over and opened the cards directly.