Shenhao: Gold Medal Investor

December 31st, the last day of the year.

This day was no different for Gao Si. He got up at six in the morning to read, went upstairs at eight, had a somewhat unpleasant breakfast with Zhuang Zuqin and Gao Wenting, and then hid in the basement to read.

His mobile phone is muted, WeChat is not checked, and Gao Si can solve all the problems in his own courtyard when eating, sleeping, studying, and exercising. During this period, Gao Si lived even more at home than when he was a student.

Han Ying couldn't find Gao Si when he called, so he simply called Zhuang Zuqin.

"Xiao Qin, why can't I find Gao Si? He didn't answer my phone calls."

Of course Zhuang Zuqin knew that Gao Si was practicing in seclusion, but she went to work early in the morning and was so busy that she was no longer in the courtyard.

She said: "Aunt Han, Gao Si is working on a math problem these days. He is very afraid of being disturbed, so he has set his mobile phone to silent. If you have anything to tell me, I will tell him as soon as possible."

Han Ying actually didn't have anything to say. She just couldn't let go of Gao Wenting's affairs. Although she also knew that Gao Wenting recognized Gao Si, and there was no need to worry about the brother and sister taking care of each other. But after all, they were long-lost relatives.

My daughter, now that I have found her, how can I not miss her?

Zhuang Zuqin quickly understood that Han Ying just wanted to ask Gao Si about his New Year arrangements and whether he could take Gao Wenting back for a meal. It wasn't that Han Ying didn't have Gao Wenting's phone number. She just felt guilty and didn't dare to call.

Call passed.

Zhuang Zuqin comforted: "Aunt Han, I have been living with Wen Ting these days, and she is in good condition and mood now. I think it is okay for you to call Wen Ting directly, maybe she is also looking forward to it

Where are your and uncle’s phone numbers?”

Han Ying was very touched. She said: "Xiaoqin, thank you, aunt. You are so busy with work, but you still take time to take care of Wen Ting and Gao Si."

Zhuang Zuqin heard Gao Wenting's voice calling her sister-in-law again, and her heart felt warm. She had no working relationship with Gao Wenting, and she had a natural repulsion towards rich girls like her. However, people's emotions are very strange.

It was just that time in the parking lot when Gao Wenting rushed up to hug her and called her sister-in-law, which made her heart melt.

"That's right. Auntie, I'll go back at noon and ask Gao Si and Wen Ting for their opinion. If I can go back in the evening, we'll call you after we've discussed it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Zuqin explained his work, left the company and returned to the courtyard.

Gao Wenting was not there. She quietly walked downstairs and took a look. Gao Si was in seclusion. Seeing the compound database displayed on the big screen, Zhuang Zuqin knew that Gao Si was fighting against the national reward project her father had told her about.

Without disturbing Gao Si, Zhuang Zuqin began to consider whether to order takeout for lunch or cook something barely edible. During Gao Si's retreat, they could only chat together at the dinner table.

While he was struggling, Gao Wenting came back.

"Sister-in-law? Why are you back?"

Zhuang Zuqin suddenly didn't know how to explain his presence, so he simply nodded and asked: "Wen Ting, what are you holding?"

Gao Wenting was holding a large seafood bag in her hand. It was filled with oxygen and was bulging like a black balloon.

"I went to the suburbs to get some fresh air. I brought back some delicious food by the way. Sister-in-law, let's have this for lunch."

Zhuang Zuqin was suspicious and asked: "What is this? A fish? It seems to be alive."

"It's not fish, it's crayfish. I'll cook for lunch today."

In Zhuang Zuqin's impression, spicy crayfish is not easy to make. The crayfish must be washed, the shrimp lines must be removed, and all kinds of seasonings must be prepared. It must be fried and stewed, which seems to be quite troublesome. For someone like Zhuang Zuqin who has never cooked,

For a girl, she would not easily challenge the spicy crayfish.

She knew that Gao Wenting was also a waste when it came to cooking. Among the three, only Gao Si was the God of Cooking. However, the God of Cooking had to study in seclusion, and he really ate whatever was given to him and was never picky. The two

A girl was too embarrassed to fool around with takeout, so she had no choice but to cook.

What surprised Zhuang Zuqin was that just 15 minutes later, Gao Wenting called for dinner.

Although Gao Si was in seclusion, his ears were erect. He had been working on the bounty mission all morning, and his brain power was too much, and he was already hungry. As soon as he heard about eating, he rushed up without hesitation.

"What's for lunch today? Zu Qin? Why are you back?"

Zhuang Zuqin pretended to be angry and said: "What? Don't you welcome me?"

Gao Si giggled twice and said: "How can you not welcome me? I said this to express surprise. Hey? What are you going to eat today?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, here comes the delicious food. Two for each person." Gao Wenting placed a large steaming plate on the table. After putting it down, she quickly blew on her fingers. It seemed to be quite hot.

Gao Si's eyes widened when he saw it, and he asked, "Is this what you want to eat for lunch?"

"What's wrong? Are you picky about lobster?" Gao Wenting was a little unhappy.

Zhuang Zuqin looked at the lobster on the plate and felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Wen Ting, where did your lobster come from? It can't be the genetically modified lobster made by Brother Xiong, right?"

"Yes, Shao Tianxiang is in charge of this genetically modified project now, and I stole it from him."

Zhuang Zuqin remembered it, no wonder this lobster looked familiar. He had seen it in Gao Si's circle of friends. That day Gao Si showed a photo of cooked crayfish and made a plate of lobster fried rice with crayfish meat.

Thinking of this, her expression immediately darkened.

On the same day, Gao Si had a car accident in order to prevent her from boarding the plane.

Gao Wenting saw that Zhuang Zuqin looked wrong and asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Why don't you look good?"

Zhuang Zuqin waved his hand and said it was okay.

Of course Gao Si understood the meaning of Zhuang Zuqin's expression, so he explained with a smile: "Your sister-in-law is quite superstitious. On the morning of my car accident, she ate the same type of lobster. She was afraid that it would be unlucky for me to eat this lobster."

Zhuang Zuqin's thoughts were seen through by Gao Si and he was a little embarrassed, so he said: "Who is superstitious? I just thought of what happened that day and felt..."

Gao Si was not willing to let Zhuang Zuqin talk about the sad things again. He put his arm around Zhuang Zuqin's shoulders and said softly: "Stop talking about regrets. I don't regret it at all. If there hadn't been this car accident, you would have been willing to

Will you be my wife?"

"Gao Si, you're annoying." Zhuang Zuqin waved his fist and hit Gao Si, hitting Gao Si's left shoulder.

Gao Si covered his shoulders and made a painful expression.

"Wound, wound...my wound..."

Zhuang Zuqin immediately looked flustered and said, "Gao Si, I'm sorry, I hurt you again."

"Brother, are you okay?" Even Gao Wenting stood up and came over.

Gao Si laughed loudly and said, "It's okay, I just want to see how my wife cares about me."

Zhuang Zuqin blushed so brightly that her hands turned hot.

Caught off guard, Gao Wenting came over and was sprinkled with dog food again.