Today I am going to Changlong Town for a charity event. I heard that Xutian also participated in this event.
This event is so far away and the environment in the town is not that good. The person attending the event will definitely be Yu Zhengfei, not Yu Keqing.
Thinking about it, he felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.
A black car appeared in front of the company.
Gu Tiancheng and Gu Ruohan got out of the car.
Cheng Haochen was confused. Gu Tiancheng also knew that he was going to Changlong Town today, so why did he bring his daughter to see him so early in the morning?
"Uncle, Ruohan, good morning." Cheng Haochen greeted him politely.
Gu Tiancheng pulled Gu Ruohan with a gentle face and smiled warmly, "Haochen, I have something to trouble you this time."
"Don't say it's troublesome, uncle, just say so."
"Ruohan grew up in a comfortable and good environment. She has never suffered much and has not experienced the hardships of life. This time I go to Changlong Town, I hope you can take her with you to let her experience the grassroots level.
People's suffering, understanding the hardships of working people, let her temper her mind."
"This..." Cheng Haochen hesitated. Of course he knew Gu Tiancheng's intention. He was deliberately creating opportunities for his daughter.
But this time the charity is not in a bustling city, but in a backward small town. It will definitely be inconvenient to bring Gu Ruohan along.
"Uncle, the conditions in Changlong Town are not very good in all aspects. If Ruohan is a rich man, I'm afraid he won't be able to adapt to such an environment..."
Gu Tiancheng immediately showed his unchanging gentle smile and said heartily: "I just want her to endure some hardships and exercise her will... By the way, I, as a father, can also sympathize with the people's sentiments and understand the people's livelihood for me..."
When Cheng Haochen saw that Gu Tiancheng had talked to such an extent, he couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.
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Gu Ruohan sat in the car and secretly looked at Cheng Haochen next to him.
Although the light inside the car is a bit dim, his silhouette is still so three-dimensional and his facial features are still so lively.
I haven't seen him for five years, but his appearance is still as charming as ever, and his temperament is still so free and easy.
His eyebrows and gestures are a little more mature, and his whole body exudes the charm of a mature man.
If she had not gone to France that year, then this man would have belonged to her alone.