Chapter 15

Gu Ze doesn't love a person that much. He Manyu is special to him. He doesn't forget it because of the special, and he hates Meng Fu more and more because of the special.

For seven years, there were many women beside him. Those women were like passers-by. They came up and left in his bed without leaving a trace.

It doesn't matter whether he wants to love someone or not.

"I want to have a good relationship with you." In front of the woman, pure and beautiful, "the photos are secretly taken."

"I know." He crossed his legs and looked casual.

He neither stated that he wanted to communicate with her nor refused. His eyes were full of fun. When he saw that he ignored her and took the documents brought by the Secretary, Shuiqing's heart was suddenly cold.

However, she really wants to have a good life with this man.

She got close to him, sat next to him, hesitated with both hands, and finally took Guze's wrist and shook it very gently. "Guze, I will never tell the media your identity, just say it's just a friend, or it's broken up, so, we, we..." she paused. Seeing that Guze still didn't respond, she said, "Can we continue?"

"Why?" Guze shook off her hand and signed the document.

Why, there is no why, like to be together, but the man asked her why.

"Because I like it." The temperature of the thrown hand cooled badly.

Guze finally stopped reading the documents. He turned his head and looked at Shuiqing coldly. His words were colder than that eye, "who said I like you?"

Shuiqing's fingers unconsciously pulled her hair. Five fingers were buttoned in her hair for a while. She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to make her heart less painful. She didn't even look at Guze when she spoke. She said, "OK. I see. Why is Manyu so important? "

"Don't mention her name."

"No more." She lowered her head slightly, her lazy hair covered her face, and there was some crying in her voice.

The sound of Shuiqing's high heels disappeared outside the door, and Gu Ze continued to look at the documents without lifting his head.

"Mr. Gu, in fact, Miss Shuiqing is pretty good. Why? " The Secretary couldn't help but say something. He felt sorry for the woman who really loved Guze.

"Why say such hurtful words?" Guze answered, "Secretary Wang, you should know me. I didn't say anything more hurtful, but I gave her face."

Secretary Wang silently took over the documents handed over by Guze. Although he didn't say anything, he said in his heart that it's enough where he needs more hurtful words. Maybe it's only because Guze always said hurtful words to Meng Fu that he felt nothing to others.

"President Gu, the major media, magazines and newspapers have notified and contacted the major marketing numbers. You can rest assured that your news will not be exposed."

"Yes. Next time, you'll discover these things earlier than I do. "

"Yes."

When he said this, he unconsciously thought of himself sitting at Meng Fu's home. He had been browsing the web well, and suddenly saw Meng Fu coming out of the kitchen.

The slightly long bangs were rubbed in a mess, and there were several black marks on his face, which were casually painted on his white and smooth face like ink.

He suddenly couldn't help laughing. At that time, even he forgot himself. What showed in his eyes was a smile.

He said his hairstyle was good. He thought he must have laughed at the general expression, but he didn't realize that the ice had melted a gap.

"Does Gu always think of anything happy?"

"No." He restrained his expression, secretly hated himself, and easily smiled at Meng Fu's funny image.

Secretary Wang didn't know who made Guze's expression change so quickly in a moment. He was curious and didn't dare to ask casually. After all, the thing of clear water was still there.

"Mr. Gu, the picture of Meng Fu is on your desk."

"Yes."

Meng Fu slept soundly this night.

When he washed the next morning, he finally knew what the inexplicable words Guze said last night meant. The man in the mirror is scattered. The black mark on his face is lighter because it is rubbed on the pillow, but it is still clear and funny.

He must have misread Guze's smile.

It's still ridicule.

After checking the towel, it turned out to be black ink. I was in a hurry and didn't see it. Xiaoyi must have been curious and used his ink. No wonder he felt that there was a lot less ink.

However, the face can be wiped clean. The hair seems to be shaped and crooked. It can't be combed well. I just picked them up, but I'm lazy, so I haven't cut them all the time.

He picked up the scissors and shaved a flat head.

"Meng Meng, how have you changed?" Meng Yi looked at Meng Fu at dinner and said in surprise.

"Just a haircut."

"Then I'll have my hair cut, too."

"Xiaoyi's hair is not very long and doesn't need to be cut."

"Oh." Meng Yi pours. He wants to be the same as Meng Meng. He is stuffy and picks up the fried rice in the bowl. He thinks that Meng Meng's fried rice is really delicious, much better than his aunt's. the unhappiness just now dissipated immediately. The child's state of mind is so simple and pure. With rice in his mouth, he asks Meng Fu, "Meng Meng, they say they want to introduce me to a girlfriend."

Introduce Xiaoyi's girlfriend? How could anyone make such a joke.

"Who said that?"

"It's the fat sister."

It turned out that he was the director of the restaurant. Because he didn't mean any harm, he was just joking.

"Meng Meng, I love Meng Meng the most, then brother Ye Yan, and then sister Ye Ting. I don't like my aunt. She's so fierce. My aunt won't let me talk at dinner. Meng Meng, when shall we go to play with brother Ye Yan, not my aunt? "

His chopsticks stung slightly, lowered his eyelids, covered a layer of long eyelashes and filled his mind. Xiaoyi, aunt's family doesn't welcome us, you know?

This is absolutely not to say to Xiaoyi. He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile, "when my brother is not busy, my brother will take you, okay?"

Those photos were scattered on Guze's desk. He looked through them one by one and put them into the album one by one. Then, he suddenly tore several photos to pieces.

Anger came from his heart. This man went to he Manyu's cemetery. What did he do there? What did he do by hypocritically sending flowers?

He thought that if he sent a bunch of flowers, Manyu would forgive him?

He thought sending a bunch of flowers would make him not hate him.

It's not that easy.

"Secretary Wang, come in." He dialed the phone on his desk.

Secretary Wang's eyes are the debris of the photo, in which Meng Fu's face is broken.

"Gu Zong."

"Don't watch him anymore."

"Yes." Secretary Wang nodded in response. He looked at Guze's gloomy face and thought that he must have another idea, an idea that more than words slander Meng Fu.

He suddenly sympathized with Meng Fu. If he Manyu hadn't been killed at that time, maybe Gu Ze wouldn't hate him so much.

In fact, the original hatred has melted a little, hasn't it? If you just shut up and don't mention he Manyu and don't see he Manyu, his hatred won't be hard again.