Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife

Chapter 1387: Gu Jinrong Never Misses When He Strikes (4)

Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife

Chapter 1387: Gu Jinrong Never Misses When He Strikes (4)

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Chapter 1387: Chapter 1387: Gu Jinrong Never Misses When He Strikes (4)

Lingxin opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, his mind slowly becoming clear.

His brother is not here, missing, life or death unknown.

Can’t think about it, can’t continue thinking further.

Lingxin sat up and then realized he wasn’t in the room he shared with his brother. That’s right, their room had been given to Uncle to sleep in. Last night, he slept with Mom.

Mom always wakes up early, she’s in the kitchen preparing breakfast for him.

He was getting out of bed to find his clothes when there were two knocks at the door. Ou Yanan came in with his clothes, saying, "Here, put this on, don’t catch a chill."

Lingxin put on his coat, glanced down at it, and found it was indeed his own. Ou Yanan saw his action and said, "Taken from your suitcase, there shouldn’t be any mistake."

No, he would rather Uncle had mistaken his clothes.

Ou Yanan pushed his little head and guided him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth.

Then, several people had breakfast together.

Breakfast was a genuine Chinese menu: fried dough sticks, buns, and soy milk. Zang Xiaolian had run into town early to buy these from a Chinese restaurant.

Lingxin drank from the small bowl of soy milk and saw Mom already finished eating and preparing luggage. He turned his little face and asked, "Mom, where are you going?"

Gu Nuan tidied up the table and was on the phone notifying someone to come. Hearing her elder son ask, she turned her head and said, "Finish eating, brush your hair, put on a hat, and we’ll let Uncle Zang take us out later."

It seems even Mom is now scared of the two brothers, wherever she goes, she takes him along.

On one hand, Lingxin is afraid of causing trouble for the adults; on the other, he feels he can’t be apart from Mom. It’s not because he’s sticking to Mom as a child, it’s the fear that Mom might not come back after going out, just like his brother.

Ou Yanan also approached, asking Gu Nuan, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, just stay here, see if there’s any phone call to answer, I’ve put the office supplies here." Gu Nuan clearly assigned his duty to man the base camp.

Even so, Ou Yanan couldn’t help but worry and asked, "Where are you going?"

Seeing Da Bai last night leaving, he specifically urged him to take care of her and the children.

Zang Xiaolian stepped in, "Don’t worry, Sister-in-law is just going to Christie’s."

It doesn’t sound like a terrible place. Ou Yanan felt slightly relieved.

Lingxin finished breakfast, looking at the leftovers on the table, among them a small meat bun still stuck with a piece of pork intestine, anyone could tell it was specially bought by Zang Xiaolian for the greedy little monkey. Lingxin thought for a moment, grabbed the bun, wrapped it in paper, and put it in his pocket.

Everything was prepared, and the mother and son left the house.

Zang Xiaolian drove directly to Christie’s and, after parking, accompanied the mother and son into Christie’s office building.

Soon, a Christie’s supervisor, whom Zang Xiaolian had previously contacted, came to the guest area to meet with Gu Nuan and her son.

"Hello, Mrs. Xiao, right?" Christie’s staff proactively reached out to Gu Nuan, smiling and introducing himself, "I don’t know if Mr. Zhang has told you about me, my name is Brian."

Gu Nuan didn’t shake his outstretched hand, only took the initiative to sit down.

Brian was a bit surprised by this, casting a questioning glance at Zang Xiaolian. Zang Xiaolian whispered in his ear: She can’t hear.

Oh. Brian suddenly understood, so he paid no mind, and sat down opposite Gu Nuan and her son. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Lingxin certainly sat obediently beside Mom.

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