Chapter 2553
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The more she looked at him, the more she liked him.
Zou Fang looked serious and looked at her husband who had always supported her daughter in her relationship.
"What did that Gu guy hide in his house? How did he steal your soul in just two days?"
He stayed there for most of the day yesterday. He went out at noon today and came back after dark.
"What are you thinking? I'm just looking at his character for my daughter's sake." Father Luo didn't say that he was attracted by the antique treasures in the house.
"You stayed there for most of the day. What were you talking about? You didn't talk so much with me at home all day, did you?" Zou Fang became angrier and angrier.
Father Luo touched his forehead and said honestly.
"I said less than ten words to him in a day. We didn't talk about anything."
Only when he came in and made him tea and said a few words. Later, he went to the study to work and he looked at his things. They had nothing to do with each other.
"You didn't talk about anything. How could you stay for so long?" Zou Fang didn't believe it.
Father Luo sighed and confessed.
"Because he has a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings in his house, I went to have a look and didn't mention anything about Qianqian."
"I knew you ran to him for a purpose. He didn't trick you, you ran there yourself." Zou Fang snorted.
After being husband and wife for so many years, she knew this person too well. When it came to those antiques, he was closer than his wife.
No wonder when he came back yesterday, he began to speak for Gu Yunche. It turned out that he took a fancy to the antique calligraphy and paintings in his hands.
"I just wanted to have a look. I didn't say that I would give my daughter to him." Father Luo said.
Zou Fang pointed at him and gritted her teeth.
"Do you dare to say that you didn't have an idea? If Qianqian was with him, would you treat that place as your own home and look at those antiques every day?"
"I swear to God, absolutely not." Father Luo said.
He liked the things in Gu Yunche's hands, but he didn't have this idea at all.
Zou Fang looked at his expression and didn't think it was fake, so she didn't ask further.
"Forget about these two days. Don't go there again."
If he went there every two or three days, sooner or later he would be brainwashed.
"Okay, okay, I won't go. I won't go again." Father Luo said.
At this time, if he said that he wanted to go and take a look, he would probably have to sleep on the ground tonight.
However, if she really didn't go, she wouldn't be able to let go of those treasures that she hadn't played enough with.
Only then was Zou Fang satisfied. She muttered as she put on her apron and prepared dinner.
"I think Sister Chen's child is pretty good. He's down-to-earth and motivated. Most importantly, he knew Qianqian when he was young. It's best to know her background."
"You think it's good, but your daughter may not think so." Father Luo sighed.
Actually, Gu Yunche was not bad. Not only was he not bad, but he was also more outstanding than many people.
Since he was able to stand up for her in the antique shop yesterday, at least he had a good character.
He had bought a house for Qianqian before they were even engaged. At the very least, he was not stingy when it came to money.
In the morning, he had just told Qianqian that he could no longer use those plates and bowls, and he immediately went to buy new ones. He was so obedient to his girlfriend.
If it was really Sister Chen's son, he might not be able to do this.
Moreover, with his condition, it was not a problem for him to find a girl who was more beautiful than Qianqian, but in his eyes, there was only Qianqian.
This was what they wanted. Wasn't it a stable, decent job, and devoted to their daughter? Didn't Gu Yunche achieve all these?
(End of this chapter)
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