Today Should Be Preferred

Gu Ruandong is indeed not a serious person, but it does not prove that he likes this kind of vulgar sex. The Polaroid Club in the middle of the night was shrouded in brilliant lights, like a palace, luxurious and mysterious. He answered a phone call in the parking lot outside, looked down, took the last puff of cigarette, and after pressing it underground, he looked up. Chen Xinmin and Dajin, who chased after him, were there.

They are all people who have been around for a long time. With one look, everyone can see that there is something serious. He hurriedly restrained his giggling appearance just now, and asked in a serious tone.

: "Gu Shao, what's wrong?"

"Go to the hospital, Uncle Bao is dying."

The expressions of several people immediately became serious, and they quickly got into their respective cars. Gu Ruandong's car was at the front and drove the fastest. On the street late at night, several luxury cars roared towards the hospital.

In the special-needs ward on the top floor, the man who used to be a powerful man in the underworld in the past is now lying on the hospital bed, emaciated and dying. Chen Xinmin, Jin Haoyu, Xu Zefang and others surrounded them. The bad guys in front of outsiders are all sincere now. Sobbing at Uncle Bao's hand.

When they first came to Senzhou with Gu Ruandong, they were able to really get along on the road. Although the heroes have been late in the past few years, as Gu Ruandong said, walking on the road, the righteousness is the first.

The top-level special-needs ward of this hospital was arranged by Gu Ruandong for Uncle Bao. The Baoli Clubhouse, which was originally built, not only the name, but also the luxurious decorations, was also built by Gu Ruandong according to Uncle Bao's preferences.

He did these things and never mentioned them to anyone.

Even at this moment, he was just leaning against the window to look at Uncle Bao, who had his last breath left on the hospital bed. There was no emotion in his eyes, only slightly frowning brows could spy on him.

Uncle Bao opened his dry mouth as if he was about to speak. Chen Xinmin possessed himself and asked:

"Uncle Bao, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Are you looking for Young Master Gu?"

Chen Xinmin hurriedly gave up his seat and looked at Gu Ruandong.

Gu Ruandong then walked over and sat beside the bed and looked at Uncle Bao.

Uncle Bao seemed to use the last of his strength and grabbed Gu Ruandong's hand tightly: "Bao...Sang... Baosang, please...you."

After speaking, his already dry eyes looked at Gu Ruandong like torches, until Gu Ruandong nodded, the heartbeat on the monitor next to him slowly turned into a straight line, screaming drippingly, but his torch-like eyes never stopped. close.

Gu Ruandong reached out and stroked his eyes several times before closing them.

In the ward, Chen Xinmin, Dajin, and Dafang were all crying for a while. Gu Ruandong kept holding Uncle Bao's hand until it was cold and stiff, and he let go.

Without speaking, he got up and leaned against the window, opened the window, and lit a cigarette.

Chen Xinmin slowed down and asked, "Are you going to notify Baosang?"

"No notice." Gu Ruandong didn't even think about answering directly.

Chen Xinmin: "Yes, Baosang has been in prison for almost 5 years, and there are still several years before she can come out. It is meaningless to inform her now, it is just more sad."

Wait until your emotions calm down.

Xu Zefang said, "I really can't let Baosang know about this, and she'd better handle the funeral in a low-key manner. Otherwise, if she knows that Uncle Bao is gone, something might happen."

That woman's temper followed that of Uncle Bao when she was young, and she was very fierce.

Gu Ruandong did not respond to the matter, but said, "Uncle Bao's funeral, you are responsible for handling it."

Knowing that they would definitely bury Uncle Bao, he left the hospital without looking back.

When he got home, it was already early in the morning. The Huating Villa No. 1 where he lived was bathed in the light of the morning sun. At the end of the rolling lawn was the sunrise horizon, which was picturesque and comfortable.

The nanny at home saw him and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Gu, do you want to prepare breakfast?"

He waved his hand and said no, went straight upstairs, took a shower, changed into another black suit, and went out again.

The nanny has also become accustomed to him staying out of the house often, returning in the early morning to take a shower and change clothes before leaving. Except for a few babysitters and security drivers, this luxury villa is not at all popular.

As the driver drove, Gu Ruandong sat in the back seat and closed his eyes. All kinds of things from the past with Uncle Bao and his daughter flashed through his mind. In the last picture, only the sword, light and sword shadow and the pair of dead eyes seemed to be staring at him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window. On the huge advertising screen of the Gu's Group Building not far away, the scene of last night's charity dinner was being replayed.

The girl is like a flower fairy who has fallen into the mortal world. Among the flowers, it is clean, clear, and without a trace of dust. His heart has gradually brightened from the darkness just now.

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When Sister Hao saw the appropriation receipts brought by the finance department in the morning, she felt that blood was rushing to her forehead. Last night, she just wanted her to show her face, walk the red carpet, and donate hundreds of thousands with the crowd.

In the end, the little princess really doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. She donated millions of dollars for a film, and Sister Hao's flesh hurts. But the little princess looked innocent: "It's pocket money anyway, I'll just buy less stuff."

Assistant Shanshan has been numb to her heart: "Yes, pocket money, Yaoyao said, will be deducted from her account."

Sister Hao didn't dare to scold Lu Yaoyao, but she scolded the assistant casually: "You followed her last night, you didn't persuade her, and you accompany her to make trouble? What kind of celebrity is she now? Just a few million shots. You don't care. The Clan’s group is only second, and Xu Zhao’s actress has only donated 500,000 yuan. Do they have less money than us? Don’t you use yourself as a target to shoot people?”

Only then did Lu Yaoyao react: "The Gu Group donated less than me? That Gu Ruandong is too stingy."

She looked like a dog last night, but she donated even less than her.

Sister Hao had a headache and found out that she was wrong. As a newcomer in the entertainment industry, Lu Yaoyao attended this kind of charity dinner for the first time last night. With her usual expenses, she naturally did not put millions in her eyes. She is also kind-hearted for two months' pocket money, but she can donate it if she wants to.

"It's my fault that I didn't make it clear to you. On the surface, this kind of charity dinner is indeed doing good deeds to help the needy, but in essence, the organizers are looking for you stars to support the scene in order to promote themselves, increase the exposure, and share the A winning event. There will often be such events in the future, so donating money is what everyone means.”

Sister Hao felt that she had spoken clearly enough, and Lu Yaoyao had indeed heard enough and understood enough, but when she returned

: "As long as it really helps the needy groups, it is a win-win situation for the three parties, so if you spend more money, you should spend more. And I don't care what others want to do? My money can be spent as I want, but it's not unaffordable. "

It was unreasonable and reasonable, and Sister Hao didn't say it: "Okay, okay, just treat it as you spend money to promote yourself. Now the rich family daughters and celebrities, these labels have been firmly attached to your body and can't be torn off. already."

Lu Yaoyao is very calm: "These labels are very realistic, you can't put the label of acting school and artist on me!"