Erosion Bone Pet Marriage: Good morning, my wife

"Fu Shengyuan, say it again!" Gu Nanshu's eyes turned red.

"Gu Nanshu, I say thank you. Without your devotion and self-righteousness, Xiaoqin's dream of being a designer would not be fulfilled." Fu Shengyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, "If you want to cry, you should cry. After all, I will soon fly to Milan with Xiaoqin, and then there will be no chance."

"Fu Shengyuan, have you never liked me? Where's your conscience?!"

"No." Fu Shengyuan lowered his head, there was no crack on his gentle and jade-like face, "Never."

Gu Nanshu smiled: "Okay! Very good! Let's break up then! I curse you to live in the trap of women all your life, I curse you to never get what you want, I curse your plane crash, I curse you to die young!"

die young!
It is really a prophecy!
Now, he was lying in front of her, lifeless, as if he would die at any moment.

After saying that, Gu Nanshu soon regretted it. In the next three days, she called Fu Shengyuan countless times. She wanted to ask him what was wrong with her and how she was not as good as Bao Qin.

But that person never answered her call again.

Each time, after a long 1-minute ringing, a mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone: Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later.

Gu Nanshu originally thought that he had blacklisted her and hated her so much, but now thinking about it...

At that time, Fu Shengyuan was probably lying on the hospital bed, holding the mobile phone, letting the phone ring in his ears over and over again.

Gu Nanshu didn't dare to think about all kinds of things eight years ago, because every time he recalled a point, his heart would be pierced like a knife.

Song Yinan stood aside, seeing Gu Nanshu crying, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Old Fu likes you very much, even after eight years, I still can't let you go. If you really can't get through this test , I guess he also wants to spend the last twelve hours alone with you."

Song Yinan's voice paused, and he pointed to the door, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, you stay with him."

"Yes." Gu Nanshu nodded.

Song Yinan carefully closed the door.

With trembling fingers, Gu Nanshu held Fu Shengyuan's vigorous and pale right hand, and the cold touch penetrated into her internal organs through the skin.

Eight years ago, the two months we were together with Fu Shengyuan was in midsummer, and Fu Shengyuan's hands were as cold as they are now, a shade from the scorching sun.

It was Gu Nanshu who took the initiative to hold hands for the first time.

On the school's boulevard, in the dimly lit evening.

Fu Shengyuan walked in front holding a thick stack of books, while Gu Nanshu bowed his head and followed behind.

Wait until the crowd has dispersed and there is no one around.

Carefully, tremblingly, she grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, and then touched his fingertips.

Fu Shengyuan's footsteps paused for a moment, and in the next second, he turned his hand back, clasped her palm, and took her forward as a matter of course, while walking, smiling: "Nannan, girls, don't be too active. Falling in price."

Gu Nanshu's cheeks were hot, burning up to the base of his ears.

"Also, holding hands is not the way you hold hands, it's too petty."

Fu Shengyuan tightly wrapped her fingers so tightly that they were inseparable, "Since I am your boyfriend, I am your property, and you should be confident in everything you do to me. Like this kind of action of swearing sovereignty, in posture Get bit."