My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Xu Weilai looked at the man in front of her. When she said these words, the expression on his face did not change significantly from beginning to end. It seemed that his eyebrows were frowning, and it seemed that it was just her illusion.

If she had to say what she hated most about Gu Yu, it was him being like this.

No matter how many punches she punched at him, they always seemed to hit cotton, making people feel desperate.

Someone outside pressed the elevator, and the elevator door opened again.

The employees who were supposed to take the elevator at the door didn't dare to walk in when they saw such an atmosphere. They quickly disappeared as if their feet were greased.

Xu Weilai stayed where she was, waiting for the elevator door to open completely. Still not hearing a word from Gu Yu, she said coldly: "You have nothing to say?"

She stayed for another three seconds, still silent. After that, she raised her feet, turned around and walked out of the elevator.

Gu Yu's eyes followed her figure, and his long legs moved slightly, but finally stopped until the elevator door closed automatically, isolating each other.

He froze in place for about five minutes before raising his hand and pressing the elevator button on the top floor.

After returning to the office, Gu Yu sat on the swivel chair, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and covered up all the emotions in his eyes. Only the frown between his eyebrows still revealed his uneasiness.

He suddenly started coughing again. Perhaps affected by his emotions, he coughed heavily and urgently, and the color on his face began to fade rapidly.

His hands trembled slightly, he opened the drawer, took out several bottles from it, poured a few pills into the palm of his hand, put them to his mouth, raised his head, ate them all, and then picked up the pills on the table. He drank a few glasses of water and took all the medicine with difficulty.

After a while, the coughing finally stopped, but his face had not recovered yet and was still pale. He leaned back on the chair again and closed his eyes to sleep.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Gu Yu didn't open his eyes, he just reached out and took out his phone from his pocket, slid his finger across the screen, and answered, "Hello."

Zuo Si was on the other end of the phone. She called out to Mr. Gu first, then keenly noticed something was wrong with his voice. She paused and said, "Are you... again?"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yu interrupted, "What's the matter?"

Zuo Si paused, knowing that he didn't want to mention it, so she didn't continue and talked about the purpose of her call.

"I told you the day before yesterday that I want you to attend my father's birthday party with me. How do you think about it?"

Gu Yu slowly opened his eyes, an unpredictable emotion flashing across his eyes.

The last time Zuo Si proposed it to Gu Yu, Gu Yu refused outright because he thought the time was not yet ripe. Zuo Si called now because she just wanted to fight for it again. Of course, she didn't hold too much hope. hope.

After all, Gu Yu, a man, always had his own ideas and rhythm in doing things. Basically, no one could influence him to make changes.

So when Zuo Si said this, he was mentally prepared to wait for his rejection again.

Unexpectedly...she heard Gu Yu on the other end of the phone, his voice low and deep, saying word by word, "Okay, I will attend with you."

Zuo Si was shocked. For a moment, she wondered if she had heard wrongly.

She couldn't help but ask, "You... agreed?"