Dear Commander-in-Chief

Yang Xiaolan raised her face in disbelief. She looked at Gu Qiqi’s handsome side profile and was shocked. Young Master Ye actually agreed to marry her!

Was he acting? This had already exceeded the scope of the agreement. But looking at Young Master Ye’s expression carefully, it was so serious that it did not seem fake!

How was she going to repay such a favor in this lifetime?

Xiaolan did not know that it was inconvenient for Gu Qiqi to signal her in front of Yang Tiezhu.

He used his fingertips to gently scratch Xiaolan’s palm.

“It’s a temporary measure! Please cooperate!”

It was unknown if Xiaolan understood, but she saw shock, gratitude, admiration… and many other complicated expressions on her small face.

Gu Qiqi held Xiao Lan’s hand tightly. “Uncle Yang, then Xiao Lan and I will—”

“Wait! Who allowed you to get married? I don’t allow it!”

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Half an hour ago.

After Gong Jue received the news that the specialist group had confirmed Yang Iron Fist’s cancer and that there was no cure, he thought of the only solution.

His mother, Ms. Songsong, was a great artist and respectable wife in everyone’s eyes.

However, no one knew that she was also a painter with special abilities.

She had the secret bone drawing rebirth technique!

She could save people who were on the verge of death!

Although Songsong had not used it for many years, Gong Jue decided to give it a try and asked his mother to treat Yang Iron Fist!

On the phone, Songsong didn’t say anything. She only said that it was such a big deal and that they could talk when they got home.

The moment he entered the house.

A teacup flew out at him!

This was followed by Gong Qing’s roar, “Look at the woman you found!”

Gong Jue was agile and hooked his slender fingers.

He grabbed the teacup and placed it on the cabinet in the entryway. He said coldly, “The woman I like is naturally the best in the world.”

“Hmph! Flirtatious woman, flirting with men everywhere. Good my foot!” When Gong Qing got angry, his mouth was also very poisonous.

Gong Jue frowned. “Show some respect!”

Gong Qing was speechless. Who the heck was his father? That brat is actually more arrogant than him!

Gong Qing stood up from the sofa and threw his phone in front of Gong Jue. “Look at it yourself! Hmph, if you want to be respected, you have to have the capital to be respected. Such trash will only be despised!”

Gong Jue frowned and caught it. He flipped his long fingers. They were all photos of Gu Qiqi and other men.

His gaze deepened.

Songsong took the opportunity to persuade him. “Hubby! You can’t believe the whistle-blower’s words. Let Jue’er take a look first. I think Qiqi might not…”

Gong Qing snorted. “You just trust the two of them too much! Let me tell you, the current post-90s and post-200s are not what you and I can imagine. They’re playing around so well! Last time, wasn’t there a piece of news that said that an insensible girl could spend the night with a man for a skin from Honor of Kings? What skin? I think she doesn’t even want her face anymore!”

Songsong was speechless. Hubby, can you read less social gossip? Do you know that much of the news is fake, exaggerated, and even scripted?

Besides, how could our Qiqi be like those unreliable girls?!

As the two of them spoke, Gong Jue had already seen the photo three times and listened to the recording four times.

The photos of Gu Qiqi and Beiming Tian leaning their heads against each other and hugging a few male students were like bombs that agitated his nerves and almost blew him up.