Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"Husband," Su Xiaoying choked with sadness, her soft white hand tugged at her phone, "You come back soon, I look like ... it seems like a miscarriage ..."

"Abortion?" Feng Sinan's hoarse voice froze a few more times. "Even the child can't be saved, Mrs. Feng, I think you can be laid off."

"Husband ..."

"Beep" twice, Feng Sinan hung up the phone directly.

He hung up.

Su Xiaoying listened to the "beep" busy tone from the other end, and the whole portrait was pushed into the abyss.

She trembled her fingers and dialed his phone number again.

But there was a mechanical and icy female voice on the other end --- I'm sorry, the call you dialed is off.

He shut down.

He ignored her.

Su Xiaoying suddenly cried, her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big palm, and she could not breathe because she was in pain.

She knew he didn't love her, even misunderstood her, and hated her. It didn't matter, she just loved him.

However, her heart is also fleshy, and now she is pierced by Wan Jian, she can't help herself.

For a decade of love, every time she lifted her eyes and looked up, he was traveling through all the lush green time in her fingers, a dream she pursued in her life.

He is her southern brother.

However, he no longer remembered her.

He doesn't remember the little girl he rescued ten years ago.

"Wow ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Oh ~"

The little Ni Ni in her arms felt the tears and blood-filled pain of her mother, and she cried.

Su Xiaoying quickly wiped away her tears, and she reached out to hold crying Nini in her arms. "Nini, don't be afraid ... Mummy is fine ..."

Su Xiaoying took out her mobile phone and dialed another phone number.

The call on that end was quickly connected, and Su Lao's deep and affectionate voice passed quickly, "Hey, Sakura."

Hearing Daddy's voice, Su Xiaoying ripped her pale red lips in her tears, "Daddy, save me ... I had an abortion ..."

...

The 1996 Bar.

The door of the room opened, and Zhao Feier went out. She was still wearing the short black skirt with suspenders. Now the bare delicate muscles were full of traces. She walked slowly, but a beautiful little face was covered with moist blush. .

Feng Sinan ’s personal secretary, Jin Zhe, was standing outside waiting. Jin Zhe was in a rigorous black suit. As a top secretary, he had a polite and impassive smile on his face. It's my business card. Save my number. I will contact you if the president orders it. "

Zhao Feier understands this meaning, unless Feng Sinan has a demand, she cannot take the initiative to contact Feng Sinan.

Zhao Feier blushed and nodded, "Okay, Secretary Jin, I'm going now."

Zhao Feier left.

Jin Zhe glanced at Zhao Feier. This Zhao Feier was no different from those little lover of Bao Bao, the former president. The first time she came out, her face was flushed and sweet and shy.

Jin Zhe smiled indifferently. The Feng family had a great career. The industrial chain under its name spans several continents and has a strong background. As the eldest son of Feng family, Feng Sinan became a business emperor at a young age. He is handsome and expensive. , Mature, turning hands into clouds, covering hands with rain, I don't know how many women's spring-dreams have entered.

Jin Zhe raised his hand and knocked on the door of the room.

A low magnetic voice came from inside, "Go in."

Jin Zhe pushed in.

Feng Sinan has taken a bath and changed a handmade version of the gray shirt and black trousers. The shirt was not tied into the leather button. In addition to the usual deep indifference in his handsome and expensive eyebrows, he was more indulgent. Lazy and decadent.

Jin Zhe glanced, the sheets in the room didn't move, but the sofa was messy.

"President, Monk Xuanyi is here."

Feng Sinan fastened the silver button on the gray shirt, then lifted her thin lips expressionlessly, "Let's go, that old monk will be met."

Feng Sinan pulled out his long legs and stepped out of the room door.

In the cloister, the high monk Xuan Yi was crushed by two men in black. He has not seen these years. The high monk Xuan Yi has not aged at all.

"General Feng, I heard you're looking for me, what's the matter?" The high monk Xuanyi looked at Feng Sinan with a smile.

Feng Sinan stopped, his handsome and noble face was plated in the dim light, and he looked unpredictable. He looked at Xuanyi monk with his narrow narrow eyes. He smiled and said, "Old monk, you don't Well, can't you figure out what I'm looking for? "

The monk Xuan Yi touched the beard on his face, "Feng always lets me save people?"

"Oh." Feng Sinan rolled a grinning laugh from his throat. "Come with me, we will go to the western border now, right ... If Lu Yeming is dead, you can bury him. . "

"President Lu?"

The monk Xuan Yi was not scared at all, but was surprised, "General Manager Feng asked me to save President Lu?"

"Otherwise?"

"I thought Feng always asked me to save you."

"..."

Feng Sinan's deep eyebrows suddenly became overcast, "Old monk, do you curse me?"

Monk Xuan Yi shook his head, and then took a good look at Feng Sinan, "General Manager Feng, I think you need more help than President Lu."

Feng Si Nanyin looked at the monk Xuanyi, "So it is mysterious? I heard that the old monk is best at counting hexagrams, and Lu Jinwen and Lu Yeming, the pair of false fathers and sons, have been counted. Otherwise, you can count me. . "

Feng Sinan copied his pockets with both hands, carelessly.

The high monk Xuan Yi smiled mysteriously, "General Manager Feng will be miserable in this life."

"Oh?" Feng Sinan tickled her thin lips without saying yes or no, "How terrible?"

"The wife is separated from the daughter, and she has broken off her grandchildren. No one will die. Are you sad?"

Feng Sinan's face "brushed" cold.

...

Jun Xiqing fell asleep on a rattan wooden chair, and in her small hand, she was still holding a house letter written by Landing Yeming.

At this time, the knock of the door rang, and in the middle of the night, the knock seemed very abrupt, and the sound of the low bottle sounded, "Queen, it's bad, the prince is in trouble."

Jun Xiqing trembled the slender Yu Jie, opened her eyes, and the window of the room was not closed. At this moment, a cold wind blew in, and her home letter fell on the carpet.

The red roses were scattered on the carpet, like mottled blood paintings.

Jun Xiqing's smart Tongren Xiuran shrinks, her ears have exploded --- it's not good, the master is in trouble!

Lu Yeming had an accident, in the days when he returned.

Jun Xiqing quickly got up and ran to open the door of the room. She looked at the bottle in shock, "What's wrong, what happened?"

Pingping looked at Jun Xiqing with red eyes, choked and said, "Queen, the Doctor Sikong did his best. The lord has survived for half a month, and now ... no, the lord can't come back."

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