To You, My Beloved

Her father was just over fifty, but his temples were slightly stained with white, and he looked much older than before.

She thought of Feng Yiyi's father, who was as old as his father, but had a prosperous career and a prosperous life.

Tang Shi's father was a few years older than his father, but he had handed over the company to Tang Shi five years ago and retired to live a leisurely life.

There are also Lin Jingchen, Lu Ran, Su Nianhua, their father and mother in April, either traveling to Antarctica, mountain climbing, or vacationing in the warm Hainan.

And her father, who has passed most of his life, is unable to enjoy the comfortable life of old age. Instead, he has to bear huge loans.

Gu Qingcheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She knew that Tang Shi had made things difficult for her in every possible way, and she also knew that the mistress of the Tang family might just be a luxury wish for her now, but she still nodded to her father and said sincerely: Dad, don't worry, I will definitely marry Tang Shi.

No matter how embarrassing and difficult the road to marrying Tang Shi was, she would grit her teeth and go on.

She didn't want to go downstairs to drink water in the middle of the night because she was thirsty, and saw her father was so worried that he hadn't fallen asleep all night.

She didn't want her father to have to beg others for loans in a low voice at this age.

She didn't want her mother to have the heart to buy herself a new luxury item for so many years.

She hopes that her family can prosper and prosper, and she even hopes that her father and mother can live a long life like the fathers and mothers of other families.

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After getting up late in the morning and talking to Gu Zhengnan about the Gu family company, Gu Qingcheng reluctantly arrived in Shengtang in time for work.

As soon as Gu Qingcheng put down her bag, the secretary-general raised his head and said in a businesslike tone: Qingcheng, have you printed the report I asked you to print yesterday morning? Mr. Tang is waiting to see it.

Gu Qingcheng turned on the computer and picked up the folder on her desk. When she opened it, there was nothing inside.

Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly. She had printed it yesterday and it was clearly stuck in here. How could it be gone?

Seeing Gu Qingcheng's delay in responding, the secretary-general tilted his head slightly: What's wrong?

I clearly put the report in this folder, but now...

Before Gu Qingcheng finished her explanation, Feng Yiyi, who was sitting opposite her, sneered and interrupted Gu Qingcheng: Gu Qingcheng, are you going to say that you can't find it?

This was originally a fact, but when Feng Yiyi said it first, it seemed that Gu Qingcheng was making excuses for herself.