Goodnight Kiss from My Rumored Husband

Chapter 1520: Long time no see, Mr. Zhang (6)



Chapter 1520: Long time no see, Mr. Zhang (6)

Hearing this, Gu nianjia lowered her head to look at the gift bag in her hand.

The waiter's words kept repeating in her mind.

These are all the holiday gifts that Mr. Zhang has given you in the year that he's known you ... I didn't just buy them ...

In other words, that beast had prepared a gift for her on every holiday this year, but he just didn't give it to her.

It was really bad!

Gu nianjia's eyes began to redden as she complained in her heart.

At this moment, the big LED screen in the room suddenly changed to the number one gaming livestream platform in the country, Feiteng.

"Yes, I am."

Gu nianjia was not paying attention to the screen at first. However, she immediately raised her head when she heard the familiar man's voice.

The man was sitting in front of the camera, wearing a patient's garb and half lying on the bed. Although he was thin, the smile on his face was as bright as the sun.

He was still so handsome.

"Mr. Zhang, you were only twenty years old when you invested in Feiteng. It has only been three years, and Feiteng has already achieved so much. Do you have anything to say to your father?" the female host with a voluptuous figure, dressed in a tight black outfit, asked Zhang Jingyu through the microphone with the logo of Feiteng streaming platform in her hand.

Investing in Feiteng at the age of 20 ...

Gu nianjia's eyes widened as she did not understand what the female live streamer was trying to say. She knew about Feiteng live streaming platform as it was the platform where her favorite live streamers streamed. She had spent quite a lot of money on the platform to tip the live streamers she liked.

But ... But what was the relationship between Zhang Jingyu and Feiteng?

"I didn't let him down, did I?" Zhang Jingyu pursed his lips and smiled at the female host.

This sentence sounded sincere, but it also sounded like a joke. The host smiled and said,""Like Father, Like Son, that's very reasonable."

He also praised Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Jingyu replied with a smile.

The emcee thought of something and continued to ask,""But Mr. Zhang has always been very low-key. Even after so many years, very few people know that you are the son of President Zhang of Flying Cloud Studio. When you were working in Feiteng, you had always been behind the scenes planning and directing some work. Today is the first time you have been interviewed, and you have requested for a live broadcast. I guess you have something to say to someone?"

Zhang Jingyu pursed his lips and smiled. He did not reply to the emcee but turned his attention to the camera.

She curled her lips and said in a pampering tone,"baby, did you finish the test paper today?"

Gu nianjia felt as if she was sleepwalking. As she stared at Zhang Jingyu on the big screen, she felt as if she had never really met him before.

However, when she heard the word 'baby', she reflexively replied loudly,"I did it!"

After he answered, he immediately felt awkward.

He was on television, so why was she answering so diligently and loudly?

She lowered her head and looked around. Many people were laughing, especially sun yueran, who was laughing like a thief.

Right, what did this guy just say?

Fourth aunt?

What did that mean?

What was her relationship with Zhang Jingyu?

As Gu nianjia thought about this question, she immediately turned around to look at sun yueran."What's your relationship with Zhang Jingyu?"

Sun yueran ... Was not surnamed Zhang!

No, Zhang Jingyu's mother's last name was sun, Teacher Sun!

Why didn't she think of that? back then, she felt that it was a coincidence that there was another teacher Sun. Hence, she didn't think that the two of them were the same.

However, Zhang Jingyu said that he did not have any siblings and his mother also said that it was a pity that he did not have a daughter. So, she treated her as her own daughter.


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