Chapter 300

The sleeping Yang Yang was suddenly woken up. Of course, she was in a bad mood and confused.

And hear Beiming Mo scold his mother below, naturally want to stand up for his mother.

But to his surprise, his mother didn't face him, instead, she stood by the dead bird father.

When he was asked to come down to admit his mistake, he once doubted whether his mother had taken the wrong medicine.

But my mother said something. I can't listen to her.

He follows Cheng with his chin bulging, holding the railing, and the pudgy "ball" - Cheng's "Bella.".

When he came to the first floor, he was shocked by the dull atmosphere here, and Cheng Cheng, who came down together, also felt it.

"Mom..." Cheng Cheng also ignores Yang Yang and takes a few steps to Gu Huan's side, holding her with a small hand.

At the moment, four adults and Cheng Qi are standing in the living room, only standing alone at the door of the living room

No, there's his valet - "a ball.".

Darling, isn't this a costume TV play? Let's go to the third audition

Yang Yang's little body can't help shivering.

"A ball" originally followed Yang Yang. But it has an insight into the inequality of power between the two sides.

Let Yang Yang take care of himself, be frank and lenient, and strive for leniency. 】After that, with its short legs, twisting its small PP, step by step to the "big army".

"Hello "A ball", can you have a little integrity. Don't betray the organization and be a traitor Do you hear me Come back... "

Yangyang watched it go away step by step Suddenly there was a feeling that autumn had come.

Autumn wind blowing, pieces of falling Gu hit his lonely little body, this is how desolate ah

Along the way, the "one ball" was engaged in ideological struggle.

Try to exclude the influence of Yang Yang on it, constantly comfort yourself: Yang Yang little master, I'm just a dog, the dog is quiet, can't help you.

It's not a betrayal. Cheng Cheng is also my master. What's more, I have to rely on master Mo to allocate special funds for my rations

The sudden change of the situation makes you look silly.

The corners of Beiming's mouth are slightly raised.

Although it used to be a bit awkward to see the dog, it looks much more pleasant now.

"Yang Yang, what did you say just now? You didn't apologize to your father!" Gu Huan frowned slightly, worried about what abnormal reaction Yang Yang would have, and stirred up the hard work again.

Although Yang Yang usually doesn't have a door on his mouth, he is unscrupulous because of his mother's support. But now Mom and dog are on the opposite side

Hi He once heard the third uncle say to him: "Junjie is the one who eats food." The general meaning that beimingyan explained to him is Don't try to be tough when things are bad, so that you won't lose

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"Yangyang, if you don't admit your mistake quickly, it will be the past." Gu Huan said, went to Yang Yang, squatted down and squeezed his eyes.

Yangyang suddenly understood: "dead bird dad, I know I'm wrong..." Then he pretended to be pathetic, and a pair of big watery eyes flickered to the north.

Knowing that a son is better than a father, Beiming Mo can see that Yangyang is acting for him.

But at this moment, he is not in the mood to care more with this boy.

"All right, all right. In the future, study hard and learn from Cheng Cheng to be a good boy. " Beiming ink finish a p share sitting on the sofa, head back on the back, hands rubbing temples.

Gu Huan smiles and scrapes Yang Yang's nose: "go, go upstairs and play with Cheng Cheng." Then he whispered in his ear: "you can stop me these two days. Your father is upset. If you piss him off, I can save you once, but I can't guarantee that I can save you next time. "

Yang Yang shrunk his head and reached for an OK gesture.

Cheng Cheng can see that there is something wrong with the atmosphere of the adults. These children can't help or manage anything, so it's better to stay away.

He took Yangyang and Bella upstairs.

"You're all hungry. I'm going to cook." Gu Huan took refuge in the kitchen.

*****

one afternoon, Beiming Mo, Xinghuo and fei'er were silent, and the room was unusually quiet, quiet and creepy.

It was not easy to get through the night.

When Gu Huan finished the last story, he looked up and saw that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

The children were already asleep. She gently arranged the quilt for them.

I got up and walked out of the room.

She was afraid to disturb the children, and gently closed the door again after going out.

But when he looked up, he saw the fire standing outside the door of Phil."What are you doing here?"

"Miss, I'm afraid that something might happen to miss Phil. The master specially asked me to watch her here."

"Oh What about Beiming ink? "

"Master, he..." He just turned to look at the stairway.

At this time, from downstairs came the sound of a few clear glass collision.

Gu Huan frowned slightly and came down the stairs.

Looking for sound, I came to the living room. Under the dim light, I only saw Beiming Mo sitting alone in the sofa.

On the coffee table in front of him were several bottles of red wine that had been opened, and on the ground were scattered empty wine bottles.

Lift Mou to look at the North Ming Mo, his face is red like flame general.

Once his cold eyes had become lax.

His elegant suit was like a rag.

The body once wrapped by cold is filled with wine.

At the moment, he was holding a goblet filled with red wine.

Looking up, the red liquid dries in a short time.

"Bang..." Wine cup heavy pier on the tea table, issued a harsh sound.

He didn't see Gu Huan standing beside him.

At this time, he has integrated into his own world.

Once upon a time, there were parents and aunts in his world

But now they have disappeared one by one

He is the only one left

He can only rely on alcohol to anesthetize and smooth his lonely heart.

He reached out his shaking hand and grabbed the nearest bottle to him.

"Gudong, Gudong..." The dark red liquid overflows the wine cup like blood

Gu Huan's eyes were full of tears, and her heart was twisted.

She knew that Fang Gu was the closest person to him, and her accidental death was undoubtedly a very heavy blow.

The pain in his heart, she knows: even if he can call the wind and the rain, but he can't help the unexpected departure of his relatives.

When Beiming ink is ready to drink it all again, a delicate hand grabs his wrist.

Although there was no strength, it still stopped him.

Turn head to lift an eye, the Mou son that is full of blood silk looks at the woman that stands in oneself side, the facial appearance already blurred let him can't distinguish.

"Put Let go of your hand... " He shook his arm and broke free.

However, he drank too much and had no strength.

Beiming ink, once proud and cold, has now disappeared

"I'm very sad about fanggu's accidental death. I know you are even more sad at the moment." Gu Huan said, wiping the tears on his face with his other hand. "But you can't be like this. Seeing your aunt Fang's spirit in heaven will only make her more sad."

"You can't say that my aunt is dead, he's not dead. Let go of your hand Beiming ink is still trying to break free.

Seeing him like this, Gu Huan felt heartache: "wake up, you don't admit and can't avoid this fact!"

With that, Gu Huan took the glass from Beiming Mo's hand and shook his hand --

"Hua la..." The cup broke on the ground.

Beiming Mo was infuriated, he suddenly stood up.

That pair of eyes with blood, staring at Gu Huan, the cold that disappeared gathered on him again.

"I told you to let go of my hand!"

Although the momentum came back, he was still shaking.

Gu Huan was frightened by him, and his hand was slowly loosened.

Beiming Mo snorted, threw away her hand, bent down and took a bottle of wine. The wine cup was gone, so he just used the bottle and looked up.

"Gudong, Gudong..." Dark red liquid rhythmically flows into his body, and some flow down his mouth, dripping on the ground.

It's like his heart is bleeding right now.

Gu Huan saw that she couldn't persuade him, and she was also very sad about Fang Gu's death, an impulse.