Don't be naughty

  After leaving CC software, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. Zhao Zimo got on the car and sighed weakly: "Extremely good, where can I eat? I'm starving to death!"

  Gu Cheng Song slightly frowned: "Hungry, why didn't you say so earlier?"

  Zhao Zimo looked wronged: "It's not that I didn't see you were busy as can be, it's just that I didn't want to say anything..."

  He was originally idle in the office, but unexpectedly received a complaint call. CC, a newly released software, discovered a serious security vulnerability, and he didn't leave his office chair to solve this problem.

  However, she was starving, but seeing the extreme product working calmly and seriously, it was still very satisfying to her eyes. Isn't it said that beauty can be a meal? If it were someone else, she would definitely be even hungrier.

  "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Gu Cheng Ge realized his mistake and bent down to take out a small box of cookies, "Have some first to fill your stomach."

  The vehicle sped along, with the streetlights and neon lights rapidly receding into the distance. After arriving at a street lined with brightly lit signs reading "XX Restaurant", "XX Wine House", and "XX Hot Pot" among others, the car slowed down.

  Zhao Zimo, who had replenished his energy with cookies, became spirited and yelled while leaning against the car window: "Awesome, let's go eat hot pot! Ah, that one place, Little Fat Sheep, I want to eat lamb spine..."

  The car stopped as wished near "Little Fat Sheep", Zhao Zimo got off happily.

  "Ah Mo." Gu Cheng's song suddenly called out to her.

  "Eating mutton hot pot is not as good as... going to my place." Gu Cheng Ge looked at her, his dark eyes deep.

  "Huh?" Zhao Zimo was a little incredulous of his own ears.

  "My wallet was stolen in CC."

  Zhao Zimo: "It's okay, I..."

  She had originally wanted to say "I'll treat you" with great fanfare, but thinking of how she'd been living a frugal life since her property was stolen, she wisely kept quiet.

  Gu Cheng Ge picked up a small ceramic pig placed in front of the car and handed it over: "Take out the coins inside, there are lamb chops and leftover hot pot ingredients from the previous days in the refrigerator, and buy some vegetables, enough for us two to eat."

  Then Zhao Zimo was fortunate enough to visit the top-grade snail dwelling.

  It's in a relatively old neighborhood, sixth floor, no elevator. Zhao Zimo climbed up the cramped stairs, and when he reached the door, his legs were a bit weak, and he couldn't help but complain: "You're something else, why did you buy a house in such an inconvenient place..."

  Gu Cheng Ge took out the key and opened the door: "I didn't buy it, this is Grandma's old house."

  "Grandma Fu?" Zhao Zimo was curious, why didn't she live here and instead chose to move into a nursing home?

  It seemed that Gu Cheng Ge knew her doubts and said, "That nursing home was originally Grandma's family business, but later it was rebuilt into a nursing home, so she has been living there all along."

  But in this house, there is a heartache that Grandma doesn't want to mention, and Grandma also doesn't want to live with him.

  Zhao Zimo suddenly understood: No wonder Fu Nainai's place was different from others and the location was particularly remote...

  The living room is not big, but it's very tidy and clean, indeed a top-notch good man!

  Gu Cheng called her from the kitchen: "A Mo, come and help."

  Zhao Zimo hopped over, gazing at the vegetables that had just been bought back by the pool, his eyes rolling around, and he raised his chin: "I won't wash."

  Gu Cheng Ge, who had taken off his windbreaker, was only wearing an undershirt and a V-neck sweater, with his sleeves casually rolled up. He was cutting the beef into thin slices when he heard this and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "How lazy can you be? Do you want to eat or not?"

  Zhao Zimo said solemnly: "If you want to eat, of course, I'll eat, but now I'm your guest. Does the host let his guests do chores?"

  "Alright, you don't want to hurry up and eat the hot pot, just go watch TV in the living room, anyway you're lazy and unashamed."

  Then Zhao Zimo really went to the living room to watch TV loudly, and Gu Chengge could only shake his head helplessly.

  But Zhao Zimo was clearly showing off his spoiled and lazy side today, after finishing eating, she threw down her chopsticks, stretched out her legs and lay down on the sofa: "I'm stuffed to death, you're in charge of cleaning up and washing the dishes, I don't care anymore."

  Gu Cheng's song was met with a silent face: "I've already given up hope that you, lazy person, can help out and do some work."

  Zhao Zimo slowly sat up and looked at the extremely valuable items being quietly collected, thinking to himself: She's acting like a big shot today, isn't she being a bit too much?

  Zhao Zimo swallowed his saliva: "Actually, that extreme thing, it's not that I'm lazy, tonight I just want to prove a point."

  This sounds familiar...

  Gu Cheng looked at her suspiciously: "What view?"

  "It's just that I think, one day I'll become a yellow-faced woman... or someone more suitable to be a 'housewife' shouldn't be me."

  Gu Cheng was taken aback for a moment before he understood what she meant. Suddenly, he was neither angry nor laughing, and could only stretch out his hand to flick her forehead.

  "Little girl, don't be so mischievous."

  So petty and calculating.

  Zhao Zimo rubbed his sore forehead but was delighted, laughing like a child: She finally bullied the extreme product back once, it's so fulfilling haha!

  Looking at the little woman in front of him laughing with her eyes curved, as if the smile was about to overflow from her eyes, Gu Cheng's mouth corners slightly raised.

  "It's okay if you put it that way." He said calmly, "A housewife or a househusband, someone will have to take on the role eventually, right?"

  Zhao Zimo raised his eyes and saw the extreme sparkle of laughter in her eyes, so he naturally had a certain feeling: "Extreme, I think you're flirting with me."

  She calmly finished speaking and silently lay back on the sofa.

  "Zhao Zimo!" A loud shout came from above.

  Zhao Zimo was shocked and reflexively jumped up: "Ah? What are you doing?"

  Before her eyes was an enlarged face with a clear and elegant appearance.

  Gu Cheng's song had his hands resting on the back of the sofa, trapping her, with warm breath inches apart, and a beautiful mouth curved into a seemingly smiling arc.

  When he spoke, his voice was very gentle, with a hint of hoarseness.

  Gu Cheng said: "A Mo, don't always be the first to report evil."

  Zhao Zimo: "......"

  She's so wronged, she didn't inform against anyone first!

  Gu Cheng's song simply looked at her, his eyes calm and waveless.

  They all said that his emotionless gaze was oppressive, let alone Zhao Zimo being trapped in a very small space by him now, she could only surrender.

  Fine, she was the one who flirted with him first and then got flirted back at her, serves her right.

  Zhao Zimo snickered: "Top quality, can I take a look at your 'boudoir'..."

  Boudoir?

  Gu Cheng's mouth twitched slightly as he glanced at her silently, finally relieving the oppressive atmosphere around her, and turned back to continue clearing the dinner table.

  Silence means consent, Zhao Zimo has always believed this classic sentence as the truth, so he jumped up and left in a hurry.

  Before having hot pot, he had already checked out the house, which was a two-bedroom and one-living room layout. One of the rooms was locked with an ancient copper lock, so Zhao Zimo naturally slipped into the other one.

  However, after entering, she didn't have so-called sightseeing, but leaned against the door and stroked her chest, gasping slightly.

  Her heart is racing.

  Her blood is warming up.

  Her limbs were going limp.

  Okay, she admitted that it was all because of Gu Cheng's song getting too close to her, and that face which made people and gods angry was too tempting. It harmed her so much that she abnormally took "visiting" as an excuse to hide in his room, luckily eating hot pot made her face flush with heat, otherwise he would have definitely seen how red her face turned when he got close to her...

  How did this happen?

  For someone like Gu Cheng, she would normally appreciate and be infatuated with him, but for such a long time, except for that one time when she misinterpreted the phrase "搞定" (get it done), she really didn't have any special thoughts about him, so why did she suddenly become flustered and her heart skip a beat...

  It must be Liang Jin's "Boss, Boss" and the extreme product that said "Cooking Wife Cooking Husband" that made me conditionally reflexive and think crookedly again.

  Zhao Zimo tried to calm herself down, being thought by a large group of people in school that she had caught up with Gu Chengge and become his girlfriend, which had greatly satisfied her vanity, and she couldn't be proud anymore.

  She can't even grasp the floating clouds, let alone the clouds above the floating clouds, which are beyond the reach of a vase like her.

  After doing some mental work on himself, Zhao Zimo returned to normal. He turned on the light and looked around the room he was in. The room was simple and elegant, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, all made of solid wood, exuding an air of ancient simplicity and remoteness, as if a refined young gentleman from the 1930s had just walked in wearing a plain long gown.

  What clashes with it is a row of oil paintings stuck on the wall.

  And these paintings...

  Zhaizi Mo looked through the paintings one by one and found that most of them were familiar to her, because she had a good memory for things she had carefully observed. Therefore, these paintings should have appeared in one of the art books in her mother's study.

  If she didn't remember wrongly, the name of that album was...

  "Double Clearness in Painting: A Memorial Album of Qingtuo's Oil Paintings"

  Her mother, Kitano Sei, seems to have mentioned that this was published by someone in memory of Kiyoshi after she suddenly disappeared.

  Looking at the signature of each painting, there is indeed a red seal with "Qing Jie" in the same position, proving that these oil paintings are genuine.

  However, Zhao Zimo was greatly puzzled: How could there be so many genuine works of Qingtuo in the room of Gu Cheng's song?

  I recall that Shi Xiaofei once mentioned in the legend of Jian Shang's extreme products that he had painted a "Mother's Milk Picture", which was exhibited together with the oil paintings of the two Qings in the famous painting gallery. It is clear that he also loved oil painting, but he only collected Qing Jue and stuck it in his bedroom, why?

  Is it just as simple as liking Qi Baishi's paintings?

  As she walked past the desk, her eyes were drawn to a standing photo frame with a spirited and refreshing female police officer.

  The female police officer was very young, with a beautiful but not coquettish face, with a hint of English spirit between her eyebrows, smiling confidently and radiantly, and not lacking a bit of cuteness.

  Zhao Zimo carefully examined the photo, feeling particularly familiar with it. However, even though she had a photographic memory for things she paid attention to, this time she couldn't recall where she had seen it before.

  When Gu Cheng knocked on the door and came in, he saw her holding a photo frame in her hand. He stumbled for a moment, his eyes slightly sinking, and calmly walked over to take the frame from her: "A Mo, it's getting late, I'll send you back to school."

  Zhao Zimo was still deep in thought when he saw her and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Who is she? I feel like I've seen her somewhere before, but just can't remember!"

  Gu Cheng remained silent for a while, seeing that she had no intention of leaving, turned around and took out a photo from the drawer of the bedside table and handed it to her.

  Zhao Zimo was taken aback.

  Although it was very different from now, she still recognized the two children in the photo as Gu Cheng Ge and Gu Cheng Xi. The man and woman standing behind them were a handsome man with an air of elegance and a female police officer who had changed into a skirt, adding a touch of elegance and charm. Gu Cheng Xi's facial features were very similar to those of the female police officer.

  She looked up at Gu Cheng Ge.

  "They used to be a family."

  A family?

  "So, you and Gu Chengxi are siblings?"

  Gu Cheng hesitated for a moment and nodded.

  Zhao Zimo was furious: You're a good one, Gu Chengxi!

  Then she thought of another question.

  Gu Chengxi's mother was called Fu Qingzhuo, who used to be a famous anti-drug policewoman. However, every time Gu Chengxi mentioned her mother, she would say that her mother was an oil painter. Grandma Fu got "Qingzhuo" and "Qingzhu" mixed up when writing "The Story of Ah Qian", and in the extremely valuable room, there were so many genuine oil paintings by Qingzhu...

  When she linked these together, she understood.

  "Is the anti-drug policewoman Fu Qingchao actually 'Qingchu' of the twin Qings in the painting world?" Although he had thought of it, Zhao Zimo still sounded 12% disbelieving when he said it out loud.

  This world is not just mysterious, it's also magical.

  Gu Cheng obviously didn't expect her to reveal the two names and dual identities of the person in the photo with just one sentence, and was stunned for a moment before nodding in agreement.

  After getting into the luxury car and leaving the residential area, Zhao Zimo still felt a bit indigestible.

  Fu Qingxue is the mother of Ji Pin and Gu Chengxi. She is Qing Jie, one of the twin geniuses in the painting world. She is also a famous female anti-drug police officer...

  Traitorous umbrella for drug dealers who betrayed the Party and the people!

  She remembered that year, she and Gu Chengxi became good friends because of PK. Her mother had met Gu Chengxi at a parent-teacher conference, and after returning home, she inadvertently overheard her parents' conversation.

  ……

  Bei Ye Qingyu: "I saw Fu Qianxiao's daughter at Mo Mo's school today, she looks very healthy and resembles Qianxiao a lot."

  Zhao Qingyun: "A Yu, what do you want to say?"

  Bei Ye Qingyu: "Qingyun, drugs once ruined the Fu family. Qianxun abhors drugs so deeply that she gave up oil painting to become a narcotics police officer. I don't believe she would provide protection for drug dealers! You're the mayor, can't you think of a way to clear her name, even if it's just reopening the case?"

  Zhao Qingyun: "Ah Yu, you don't get involved in politics and don't know how deep the water is there. Captain Fu's case has been closed for two years. If no one digs it up again and finds evidence to prove her innocence, even if I'm the mayor, I won't be able to intervene!"

  Kitano Kiyoyuki: “……”