Florist Little Boss Ch. 120

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"I won't go there today. I'll leave the store to you." Gao Yang lay on the bed and called Gu Ruchu with a hoarse voice.

Gu Ruchu felt that Gao Yang's voice was not right and was worried, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Gao Yang said shamelessly, "I kicked the quilt last night and got a little cold."

Although Gu Ruchu was a little confused, he didn't ask much. He just said a few words to let him rest at home and he didn't need to worry about the store. After hanging up the phone, he found Mo Zelin looking at him, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Is it a call from Boss Gao?"

"Yes, he said he won't come today."

Mo Zelin suddenly walked closer and got in front of Gu Ruchu, "Mr. Gu seems to be afraid of me?"

"No!" Gu Ruchu denied it immediately.

Mo Zelin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I forgot to ask Mr. Gu something yesterday."

This man was really charming, especially when he smiled, not many people in this world could resist him, including himself. Gu Ruchu sighed, "What's the matter?"

"I wonder if you have an active boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"What?"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Yang fell asleep again. He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, the sky outside was a little gray. Did he sleep for a whole day?

"Awake? I was just about to come up and call you." Qin Shaoyan opened the door and came in. He saw Gao Yang sitting on the bed, his pajama loosely draped over his body, revealing a kiss mark on his collarbone, which was very ambiguous.

Gao Xun hadn't seen Daddy Gao for the whole morning, so he was so enthusiastic that he stretched out his hand and was about to throw himself on Gao Yang, "Pa pa."

"Yes, Daddy." Gao Yang pinched his nose, his voice still a little hoarse, "What time is it? Have you eaten?"

Qin Shaoyan sat down on the bed and pulled the collar of his nightgown, "It's almost eleven o'clock. I drank milk and had an egg in the morning."

"I saw it was getting dark, and I thought it was night." Gao Yang leaned on Qin Shaoyan, his waist was sore.

The experienced Qin Shaoyan reached his hand into the quilt and pinched him, "It may rain in a while."

"Then are we going to Mr. Ye's house?"

"Let's see in the afternoon."

While the two were talking, the rain began to fall, not heavy, and it didn't look like it would last too long. Gao Yang changed his clothes and went downstairs to eat. Mrs. Zhou's cooking skills were still as good as ever.

After dinner, Gao Yang took out the chess pieces that had been unused for a long time and said that he wanted to play a few games of Go with Qin Shaoyan. With Gao Xun, the troublemaker, the process of playing chess would not be so smooth. Often, as soon as a chess piece was put down, it was taken away by him.

"Put it back quickly and play with your toys." Gao Yang shouted and pushed the car on the ground into his hand.

Gao Xun was not someone who could be easily dismissed. He threw the car on the ground and insisted on getting on the chessboard.

Compared to this unreliable thing, Qin Shaoyan was more like a competent father. He picked up Gao Xun and put him on his lap, "Dad will teach you how to play Go. This is the black chess piece. Put it on the cross line."

"Xunxun has decided to put it here? Then Dad will start."

After more than ten minutes, Gao Xun's black pieces were almost eaten by the white pieces. Gao Yang shook the chess pieces in the wooden box triumphantly, "Oh, a great harvest."

Winning a chess game with a nine-month-old baby, he could be complacent. This was unique.

Gao Xun pushed Dad Qin's hand, which meant that he wanted him to take the chess back.

The rain stopped in the afternoon. Gao Yang prepared his travel bag, carried the bag in one hand and held the baby in the other hand, and got on Qin Shaoyan's car.

Ye Jingsheng lived in Xicheng, and it took more than an hour to drive there. Gao Yang saw such a simple and elegant courtyard for the first time. When he stepped into it, he felt as if he was in ancient times.

Ye Jingsheng seemed to know that they were coming, and stood at the door to greet them early. Gao Yang looked up, a little dazed, this scene seemed familiar.

"Uncle Ye."

"Mr. Ye."

Ye Jingsheng wore a gray-blue gown today, and he was thin and looked like a scholar. He smiled and said, "You are here, come in."

Qin Shaoyan said before entering the door, "Uncle Bai is not at home." This was not a question. If Uncle Bai was at home, he would definitely not let Ye Jingsheng stand outside the door.

"He went to the company and will be back soon." Ye Jingsheng said, "You sit down first, I'll make tea for you."

Gao Yang didn't sit down, and left Gao Xun to Qin Shaoyan, and followed him, "I'll help you."

"Thank you for coming here to help." Ye Jingsheng opened the cabinet and took out the tea.

Gao Yang shook his head quickly, "It's not a big deal."

"Let's have dinner here."

"Okay."

Ye Jingsheng's studio was very large, with rows of easels neatly arranged, and a painting on each easel. There were already two people working in the studio, they should be Ye Jingsheng's students. Gao Yang pointed at the painting in front of him in amazement, "Is this an authentic work?"

"No, these are all from Uncle Ye's hand." Qin Shaoyan said from behind.

He finally understood why Ye Jingsheng's paintings were so expensive, "How many paintings does an exhibition require?" There must be hundreds of paintings here.

"It depends on the size of the venue."

At this time, the student who was taking notes pointed to the easel covered with black velvet and said to the person next to him, "Is this one too?"

He pulled off the black velvet...

Gao Yang's eyes were attracted to it, he stared at the painting on the easel, the person in the painting was very familiar.

"This person..."

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