My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

But, the happiness at that moment made her three years of nightmares come true. Her world was turned upside down. Overnight, she lost Gu Yu, was divorced, ridiculed, expelled by her family, and fled the imperial capital in embarrassment.

When she left, she was still thinking, what did she do wrong? Why did Gu Yu treat her like this?

Thinking about it now, the only thing she did wrong was that she loved Gu Yu too much, so, because of this love, she endured all the embarrassment, all the pain and sadness.

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Xu Future sucked his nose hard, raised his hand, and wiped away the tears that had covered his face at some point.

She never regretted that she loved Gu Yu so much. She thought that it would be difficult for her to meet such a love that made her desperate in the future, but when she hit the south wall, she should learn to look back.

Otherwise, no one will sympathize with you if you hit your head badly.

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A-PUB.

When Xu Shuai walked to the door of the box, he heard a man's deep, hoarse singing voice that touched the depths of his soul.

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That day you disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Your back, the silence makes people frightened.

I answered firmly to the questions you asked.

But at that time I miss you the most.

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Xu Shuai's eyes dimmed, and he sighed deeply. Instead of going in immediately, he leaned against the wall outside, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke.

In the curling mist, he suddenly remembered that on the day Xu Weiwei went abroad three years ago, Gu Yu also went to the airport.

Xu Weilai walked away without looking back. He stood behind her, watching silently, until her figure completely disappeared, then he lowered his head and looked at the ring he was holding in his hand.

Later, when the plane flew away, he came back from the airport in a daze, came here, and sang a song all night, which is this song.

There was singing again.

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I never loved you, I lied to myself.

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Xu Shuai dropped the cigarette, raised his toes to grind it, then stretched out his hand, pushed open the door of the box, and what caught his eye was Gu Yu, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa, holding a microphone and singing.

His eyes were obviously looking at the big screen on the wall, but his eyes were out of focus, as if they had been dug out of everything, and even lost their soul.

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I never loved you, I lied to myself.

Even though I thought I was calm, I still fell into my own trap.

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Xu Shuai stepped forward and unplugged the plug without saying a word. The big screen suddenly went dark, and the melody stopped. He put his hands in his pockets, walked over, sat down, and skillfully opened a bottle of beer. It was stuffed into Gu Yu's hand, replacing the microphone.

He opened a bottle himself, bumped against Gu Yu, and said, "Stop singing, I'll drink with you, you won't sleep until you're drunk."

Gu Yu opened his eyelids, a self-mockery flashed in his eyes, he didn't speak, he raised his head, and took a sip of his wine.

"You don't have to ask, there was another conflict with Xu Future, so what did you do this time?"

Gu Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the beer in his hand, and unconsciously clenched his fingers, silently, just when Xu Shuai thought he would not answer, he opened his mouth, muttering to himself.

"I made her hurt, but why... I am the one who hurts more?"

Gu Yu's hand touched his heart, and a thin layer of tears floated in his eyes, "From the beginning to the end, I have never lived up to my expectations!"

Xu Shuai and Gu Yu have known each other since they were born, and they grew up wearing crotch pants together. Except when his parents passed away, this was the second time he saw his true feelings revealed.

He is Gu Yu... He would say, "His heart, from the beginning to the end, has never lived up to expectations." Such words.

A soreness rushed up his throat, Xu Shuai suppressed it hard, and then raised his hand to pat Gu Yu's shoulder, "She is already your wife, there is still time to start again."

After a pause, he lowered his voice, and said again: "Unless..."

(I wrote myself crying, and I am also a talent. A new week has begun, and I am madly begging for tickets. I love you, good night~~)