Chapter 163 The Guan father and daughter meet!
Guan Jiahui got up to wash up and put on her skirt.
Following Azhu out.
I saw Mr. Yang walking in the garden.
Isn't Mr. Yang in a wheelchair?
How could he walk on his own?
Guan Jiahui is very strange.
In the eyes of outsiders, although Mr. Yang is rich, he is a disabled person in a wheelchair.
Now, Guan Jiahui actually saw that Mr. Yang was not in a wheelchair, but walking slowly alone.
When Ah Zhu brought Guan Jiahui over, Yang Ming had already finished exercising.
Sit back in the wheelchair.
"Guan Jiahui, did you sleep well last night?"
"Mr. Yang, I woke up so early and I haven't slept enough."
I didn’t go to bed until after three in the morning, and now it’s after six in the morning. Of course I haven’t slept enough.
. . .
7:00 am.
When Yang Ming, Yang Jirong, Li Yufang, and Guan Jiahui were having breakfast in the restaurant, Guan Jiahui was feasting.
The Yang family's breakfast is so rich.
Ever since her mother left and took her younger brother to Country M, Guan Jiahui hasn't tasted so many rich breakfasts for a long time.
this morning.
After Li Yufang got up, she learned from Azhu that her son had picked up a beggar outside last night and came back.
After Li Yufang met Guan Jiahui, she thought Guan Jiahui was very beautiful at first sight.
After learning about the other person's life experience, I thought that the other person's father was really dead and her mother left her to go to country M. She suddenly became overflowing with maternal instincts and felt that the child Guan Jiahui was quite pitiful.
Now when Guan Jiahui was sitting there tasting various delicious breakfasts, looking at the other person as if he had never eaten anything, Li Yufang felt that the child was even more pitiful.
At this time, Lin Dezhong came over to Yang Ming and whispered: "Mr. Yang, a man claiming to be Mr. Guan is here."
Mr. Guan?
That is Guan Shan.
"Let him sit down first."
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
Lin Dezhong took Guan Shan to sit down in the courtyard.
Guan Shan was a little nervous.
Mr. Yang, he is a big shot who really cannot be offended. He is most worried that he does not know what offends the other party, and he does not know yet.
"Mr. Guan, please drink coffee. Young Master Yang will come over to see you in a moment."
"Thank you, Butler Lin."
Guan Shan sat there drinking coffee.
Twenty minutes later.
Yang Ming came over in a wheelchair.
At first glance, Yang Ming saw a handsome middle-aged man in his forties wearing a suit.
Guan Shan is an actor.
Zhang Bingxi is also a beautiful actress.
It is precisely because of that that the daughter born between the two inherited their appearance since childhood, and Guan Jiahui became more and more beautiful as she grew older.
"Mr. Yang."
When Guan Shan saw Yang Ming, he stood up in a hurry to say hello.
"Mr. Guan, I heard you died last night."
I heard he died?
Doesn't this curse him?
If anyone else had said that, he would have scolded them.
However, Mr. Yang in front of him, he didn’t dare!
"Mr. Yang, me."
Guan Shan no longer knew what to say.
"Do you know who said that to me?"
How does Guan Shan know who said that to Mr. Yang?
What's more, in Mr. Yang's eyes, I am probably just an ant actor.
"Your daughter Miss Guan Jiahui said it."
Your own daughter?
Guan Shan finally understood.
The two women who hate him the most now.
One is his wife Zhang Bingxi.
One is his daughter Guan Jiahui.
Guan Shan could only smile bitterly. Although he still cared about his daughter very much, he also understood very well why his daughter cursed him like that?
"Last night, I happened to be doing errands outside and saw your daughter being forced by a group of gangsters to jump into a stinking ditch. It was my bodyguard who brought her out of the stinking ditch."
Ah!
Guan Shan finally understood.
Why does Mr. Yang know his daughter and also him?
"Mr. Yang, me."
"You have not fulfilled the responsibilities of a qualified father."
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
He would definitely sneer at other people's comments and not take them seriously at all.
Now Yang Ming's words are very heavy, and may even prevent him from being able to work in the Hong Kong film and television industry, or even survive in Hong Kong.
He is not afraid of Mr. Yang, but he is afraid of Mr. Yang's energy.
"Your daughter is right here. You can take her back later."
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
Guan Jiahui has finished breakfast and feels full and warm all over.
I ate in the early hours of last night and haven't fully digested it yet.
She had another breakfast today and was really satisfied.
When Guan Jiahui was called over by Ah Zhu.
At first glance, she saw the man she least wanted to see.
Her father Guan Shan.
Guan Jiahui turned around and prepared to leave.
"Guan Jiahui, come here. Didn't you say your father was dead last night? This is not a good thing."
"I don't have him as a father."
Guan Jiahui said directly.
"Jiahui, it's my fault."
Guan Shan is also worried that her daughter will say other random things in front of Mr. Yang.
At this time, he was really afraid of Mr. Yang.
"Come and sit."
Guan Jiahui wants to leave.
However, he still walked over.
Guan Jiahui also knew that if she hadn't met Mr. Yang and his bodyguards last night and fell into the hands of those gangsters, she really wouldn't know what kind of torture she would have suffered.
"how old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
Guan Jiahui is only sixteen years old, and her actual age is at most seventeen.
He must be less than seventeen years old.
At this age, she is still in school, but Guan Jiahui is wandering around the streets at night.
"Aren't you in middle school at your age?"
"Mr. Yang, my daughter has been studying at Maryknoll Convent School."
This is one of the Xiangjiang girls' middle schools. It is a private aristocratic school and the tuition is quite expensive.
Of course Guan Shan paid for the tuition fees.
He didn't know why his daughter appeared outside at night.
"Then why are you staying out at night? You know the security situation in Xiangjiang is not good, especially at night. You may be caught and thrown into the trash can, or even thrown into Victoria Harbor to feed the fish."
Guan Jiahui remained silent.
Guan Shan was a little embarrassed.
On this point, Guan Shan knew that Mr. Yang was right.
Xiangjiang is very prosperous now, but the public security in Xiangjiang is not good. TV news or newspapers often report that local headless corpses in Xiangjiang are thrown into the trash can.
"Tell me, why?" Yang Ming asked.
"He didn't give me living expenses, so I had to do odd jobs to make money."
Doing odd jobs?
In Xiangjiang, there are really many people doing odd jobs.
For example, Zhong Chuhong has been doing odd jobs to reduce the burden of life at home.
However, the family background of Zhong Chuhong and Guan Jiahui are very different.
Zhong Chuhong has lived in the mixed-race Chungking Mansions in Tsim Sha Tsui since she was a child, and she realizes that society is much more complicated than Guan Jiahui.
This time, Guan Shan was even more embarrassed.
It's not that he doesn't give Guan Jiahui living expenses, but he may forget it sometimes.
Or maybe Guan Jiahui didn't ask him for living expenses at all, or even called him. In this case, she couldn't give it even if she wanted to.
"Mr. Yang, me." Guan Shan didn't know how to explain.
"You handle the matters between you father and daughter yourself."
Yang Ming wants to return to the company.
He didn't stay any longer.
Yang Ming came to the door in a wheelchair. Chen Zhenhua and others were already waiting for him.
Seeing Yang Ming get into the Rolls-Royce, Guan Jiahui looked over with a look of envy.
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