C162 (1/2)

”Hehe, Young Noble Gongsun, what are you talking about? There is something urgent for us to do, so we have to hurry back. But since my hubby has said that we will stay here, then we will stay.”

Just as Little Rich Son would not easily refute Jin Weiwei's decision, neither would Jin Weiwei easily refute his decision.

The two of them were very meticulous in their thoughts, no matter what they were doing, they would have their own considerations. Since Little Rich Son wanted to stay, he definitely had something to do.

Hearing that, Gongsun Hong raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jin Weiwei and Little Rich Son with a smile that was not a smile.

Interesting... He had clearly combed the girl's hair into a bun, but had said that the person beside him was her hubby.

Seeing the doubt in Gongsun Hong's eyes, Jin Weiwei laughed: ”Young master, you only need to give us a room.”

She didn't want to give any extra explanation for someone who wasn't important.

Gongsun Hong nodded his head, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jin Weiwei.

”I hope that Young Master will not forget to save Young Master Cheng.”

Even though this person was strange, the manager of the restaurant treated him with such respect, so his identity must be correct.

”Naturally.”

Gongsun Hong laughed faintly, a trace of calculation appearing in his long and narrow eyes.

When they left the restaurant, the smile on Gongsun Hong's face disappeared, as he coldly looked at the person pushing the wheelchair.

”Steward Fu, you know that man just now?”

As soon as he entered the room, he felt the body of the person behind him stiffen. As he spoke, he didn't say a word, as if he was very afraid of that man.

Steward Fu was an old man who followed his father.

He also saw that the person had a noble aura, and the woman beside him also had a noble aura. Although her personality was a bit off and she wasn't that good-looking, her natural aura couldn't be stopped.

The identities of the two people were definitely not simple. Cheng Yu was just a merchant from a small town. If he wanted to save them, it should be easy.

Steward Fu glanced left and right, laughing and laughing: ”Young Noble, don't think too much, it seems like you only feel that the man's expression is too cold, and cannot help but be afraid.”

Gongsun Hong was the young son of Prefect Gongsun Minzhi, and was also his favorite. Unfortunately, when Gongsun Hong was seven years old, he fell from his horse and his two legs became crippled from then on.

But this still could not stop Gongsun Hong's intelligence. On the contrary, because of this, Gongsun Minzhi doted on Gongsun Hong even more and gave him the butler.

Only now did Steward Fu recognize Little Rich Son as the prince he had been searching for for for a long time. Back then, Ji Jingzhi was also someone who had followed orders to chase after and kill Ji Jingzhi.

On the other hand, Ji Jingzhi did not seem to recognize him, and was looking at him with a guarded and unfamiliar expression.

”Steward Fu, you've been following me since I was eight. When are you going to lie and speak the truth?

As he finished speaking, Gongsun Hong's voice chilled down, and the Steward Fu couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. Even though he wasn't directly in front of Gongsun Hong, he could feel the haze that was on Gongsun Hong's face.

Everyone said that the Gongsun Clan's Third Young Master was the most refined, gentle, and elegant of them all. He was as gentle as a fairy from the heavens. Unfortunately, his legs were crippled.

These words were funny in the ears of the Steward Fu, only he who had grown up with Gongsun Hong knew that these were merely Gongsun Hong's disguises.

”Young master, this matter concerns the lord's official path, I cannot speak of it.”

Forget it, since Young Master has seen through his disguise, he would not hide it from Gongsun Hong. However, he was still unable to tell Gongsun Hong that Young Master is someone from a shopping mall.

Hearing this, Gongsun Hong no longer said anything, and his expression returned to normal, but there was still a wave of haze that could not be dispelled.

His father loved him dearly, so he could clearly say a few words about government affairs. However, his father didn't want him to touch it. Unless the problem really couldn't be solved, then he would talk about it.

He was crippled and unable to send a message to the official. This was the biggest regret of his life, but the more his father was like this, the stronger his desire to enter the civil service became.