Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Yang observed Gu Jin and found that the boss was not bothered by this cold joke.

Gu Jin's eyes fell on the set of skin care products in Gu Yang's hand. Only then did his eyes change. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me that set of skin care products."

Gu Yang looked confused. Does the boss still need a set of skin care products?

Seeing Gu Yang's hesitation, she narrowed her eyes and sneered: "Why, you are reluctant to give me a set of skin care products, but you are willing to give it to me as the daughter of the Gu family?"

Gu Yang stared at Gu Jin and suddenly asked: "Sister, can you tell there is something wrong with this set of skin care products?"

Gu Jin's slender fingers caressing the black and white piano keys paused slightly, but there was still no wave in his dark eyes.

Although the boss has almost no microexpressions, Chuanshu, who was formerly a top international psychology expert, has a powerful sixth sense. Intuition can be called precise.

And her intuition told her that she was right.

Also, the boss doesn’t even care about the status of the daughter of the Gu family, how could he lack this set of skin care products?

It's just...she knew there was something wrong with this skin care product because she remembered the plot of the novel, and the boss could tell there was something wrong with this skin care product just through the packaging?

Gu Jin stood up and walked to the window, climbed up and sat by the window, looking at the scenery of the villa garden outside the window: "Don't you want to practice the piano?"

Gu Yang looked at Gu Jin inquiringly, then sat down in front of the piano obediently, "Oh."

She remembered that in the novel, the boss did not "meddle in other people's business" and asked the original body for skin care products from Ruan Yan.

Is it because the remedies she did took effect?

Gu Yang's lips raised slightly.

The sun is shining brightly in midsummer, the branches outside the window are densely covering the sky, the bright piano music is flowing briskly, and even the cicadas chirping among the branches and leaves are silent.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the branches and leaves and fell on her face, leaving scattered light spots.

Gu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the sun was dazzling in her eyes. She raised her hands to cover it slightly, and then she was surprised to find that she had just fallen asleep to the sound of Gu Yang's piano and the chirping of cicadas.

It seemed like she hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

Gu Yang casually played a song before stopping.

Her piano skills are not as good as those of her original self, she is just an amateur, but perhaps because she often plays the piano when giving psychotherapy, the sound of the piano she plays casually is also gentle and healing.

At this time, downstairs, Feng Jue, who was leaning against the window, slowly opened his eyes. Those bright and still eyes seemed to be stained by the midsummer sunshine. It was like a beam of light shining into the bottomless abyss of the ice field.

Gu Yang looked at Gu Jin. Although he was doing his best in front of the boss, he still wanted to know the boss's evaluation, so he asked: "Sister, how do I play?"

Gu Jin glanced at her lightly, jumped down from the window, and left the piano room. His tone was lazy and sleepy: "It's not bad. Practice more."

Gu Yang: "..." She brought it upon herself.

That night, some people in the villa had a rare sleep. In my sleep, the cicada chirps quietly and the summer breeze is cool.

Gu Yang was woken up by the continuous vibrating sound of her phone the next day. When she opened the screen while sleepy, she realized that it was not an alarm clock, but a bombardment of information from WeChat and other software.

There were even a dozen missed calls.

There happened to be a call at this time, and Gu Yang opened it before he could see who it was. The young man's slightly cold questioning voice came from the other end: "Guyang, what's going on with the hot search?"

Although the voice sounded nice, the tone made Gu Yang angry.

She hung up the phone and then noticed that the caller was Xue Duo.

On the other end of the phone, Xue Duo looked at the phone screen in shock. Gu Yang actually hung up on him? !