Chapter 54 (1/2)

”No?” President Liang lifted the boy's chin, looked around, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, ”is it right? Is it not Meng Fu's delicacy. Meng Fu must taste better than him, don't you think? President Gu? ”

Guze took a sip of wine, ”Mr. Liang, my enemy doesn't need your concern.”

President Liang smiled more and more. ”President Gu, the recent news is very noisy. Meng Fu committed suicide and I don't know whether he was saved.”

Many days have passed. Meng Fu, who committed suicide, Meng Fu in prison and Meng Fu, a beautiful man, are still the talk of many people after dinner.

President Liang's thoughts about Meng Fu's Xiao become more and more intense. He hasn't tasted it yet. It's a pity if Meng Fu dies like this.

”Oh.” Guze sneered, ”why, President Liang, if he's not dead, do you still want to play with him?”

The seemingly casual tone, the actual undercurrent surging.

”... this,” Mr. Liang took a breath and rubbed the boy sitting on his thigh more fiercely, ”no, he is a murderer. I can't afford to play.”

Somehow, from Guze's eyes, President Liang actually saw his concern for Meng Fu, and thought that maybe he was wrong, that is, he opened his mouth and kissed the boy's slender neck, not to mention Meng Fu.

The boy bowed his head, dared not resist, and let out bursts of groans from his throat. Like a thin mosquito, Guze tilted his head and saw the boy biting his lower lip.

Suddenly, he thought of those many nights. Meng Fu buried his head in the pillow and didn't let him see his expression. It's not that Meng Fu didn't let him see it. At that time, he was disgusted and didn't want to see Meng Fu's face?

Curious, if Meng Fu was kissed on the neck like this, what would he look like?

It's like someone sprinkled a seed on the fertile soil, and then began to take root, sprout and grow crazily.

Gu Ze sat on the bed of the hotel, bored playing Xiaole games, deliberately emptied his thoughts, and didn't put down his mobile phone until the mobile phone ran out of power and turned off automatically.

The dark eyes are integrated into the night, and the thoughts are intertwined. In the end, there are only two words: love and hate. Love more, or hate more.

The next day, sitting at the table for dinner, Secretary Wang mysteriously lowered his voice, ”President Gu and President Liang hurt the boy yesterday very badly and went to the hospital.”

”So what?” Guze has no rhetorical question about temperature.

”The child looks like Meng Fu, so it has spread in the hospital and now it has spread to the Internet.”

The fork tinkled on the porcelain white plate. It was silent for a moment. After a long time, Gu Ze just opened his mouth. Coldly, ”that's not Meng Fu.”

It is not Meng Fu who is sure. No matter how many rumors there are, they will not reach Meng Fu who stays in the ancient family.

Calm down, took the fork again, forked the bread in his mouth, and asked, ”what's the next trip?”

”Check the address of the new restaurant to be opened.”

In the hospital, a man wearing sunglasses walked to the boy on the hospital bed. He said, ”I'll give you 100000 yuan. A reporter will come later. I want you to answer a few questions.”

One hundred thousand dollars, not a small amount, the boy nodded, ”OK.”