CEO Above, Me Below

Chapter 652: Gong Yu commits suicide

Gong Yu squatted in front of the oil painting and said in a low voice, stroking the oil painting with one hand, and stopped on a piece of burning clouds, Don't you answer? Yes, of course you don't want my life to be short, otherwise how can I get engaged now.

Everything is predestined.

He turned his back on everything and took a big turn, but he still returned to this home, and he still took on those so-called responsibilities.

He clicked on the oil painting, Huoshaoyun's oil painting was opened like a mechanism, and a photo fell from inside.

The back of the photo is facing up, with some almost blurred writing on it.

【Xi Yu, my brother likes you, I will marry you when you grow up, okay? 】

Gong Yu lay on the bed with the photo, his body sunk deeply in the quilt, he looked at the lamp hanging above his head, his eyes were full of despair.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Gong Yu picked up the phone, it was a message from the servant, and sent photos of the engagement dresses he hadn't tried on to his phone one by one.

Every picture reminded him that he was getting married.

He is going to take a path that he least wants to take, and it will be most of his life.

boom!

Gong Yu threw the phone out.

It seemed that all the air in the room had been sucked out, and Gong Yu couldn't even breathe smoothly. Holding the photo in one hand, he curled up in pain, his back arched, tossing and turning on the bed in pain like a terminally ill person.

After a while, his face was covered with sweat, and there was nothing but despair in his gray eyes, without any brilliance.

After a long time, he couldn't bear this feeling of suffocation any longer. He sat up from the bed, took off his coat, and rolled up his sleeves.

There are new wounds on his solid arms, some newly healed and some old ones, scattered all over, very scary.

Sitting there, Gong Yu reached out to open the drawer at the head of the bed, picked up a black utility knife from inside, popped out the blade, and slashed hard at his arm.

The blade cut across.

Blood gushed out.

As the pain bloomed in the wound, Gong Yu felt much more comfortable, and leaned back, looking at his arm dripping with sweat.

Seeing his own scars, Gong Yu felt extremely happy.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, Gong Ou still understands him quite well. He is a cowardly and irresponsible man. As long as he is overwhelmed by others, he will either hide or die.

But this time, he can't choose to hide or die.

Can only be consumed.

To the day when he can't take it anymore.

Gong Yu sat there with one leg upright, hands resting casually on his knees, looking down at the blood dripping from the wound, dripping on his body, dripping on the bed, the color was bright red.

Comfortable.

Gong Yu leaned back, raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the rare pleasure of this moment.

The sunlight swayed in the window, brushing over the furniture and paintings slightly, like a hand gently caressing someone's sadness.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Gong Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a voice sounded outside, Master, is your cell phone turned off? Miss York called to ask you to go out for a walk.

walk.

Gong Yu turned to look at the photo he put aside, and laughed at himself, I knew you wouldn't make me comfortable for long.

He blames him.

Therefore, he can only immerse himself in pain endlessly.

Gong Yu got off the bed, pulled down the sleeves without caring about the wound, put the photo back into Huo Shaoyun's oil painting, picked up the coat and put it on, and stood in the full-length mirror to organize the clothes.

The servants came in from the outside, Master, are you going to an appointment?

Go. Gong Yu said, spit out a word softly, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Young Master and Miss York are really close recently. The engagement is approaching, and Madam is very happy. I have gone to the banquet today. The servant stood aside and said.

In my impression, Madam hasn't gone out to a banquet for a long time, which is really rare.

Then tell Madam about my appointment today.

Make mother happy again.

Yes, Eldest Young Master. The servant said with a smile, his eyes suddenly caught sight of Gong Yu's clothes, which were stained with blood, and he was stunned, Eldest Young Master, your clothes...

Gong Yu looked down at his clothes, only to find a pool of blood on the shirt, and said indifferently, I accidentally scratched it just now, you go get another set of clothes.

He is unflappable.

Yes. The servant turned around and walked towards the dressing room. He stumbled and almost touched the oil painting. Gong Yu's expression changed and he shouted loudly, Don't touch my painting!

The always gentle young master suddenly got angry, the servant jumped in fright, and retracted the hand that was going to hold the painting to support him, stood up from the ground and ran towards the dressing room.

God, it turns out that the eldest young master is not much more fierce than the second young master.

...

Shi Xiaonian began to study Gong Jue and Luo Qi's daily life day and night, reading page by page, forgetting to sleep and eat.

At night, the lights illuminated the entire castle, when Gong Ou came out of the bathroom, he saw Shi Xiaonian sitting on the bed holding a yellowed diary and reading, wearing a bathrobe, the white of the bathrobe made her skin more beautiful than snow , with long hair on one side of his shoulder, and his black and white eyes are looking at the book seriously.

Still watching, don't your eyes hurt?

Gong Ou walked over and sat down beside her, frowning tightly.

It's almost the day of engagement, I want to look for it again. Shi Xiaonian said, looked up at him, Gong Ou snorted coldly, Do you really think that finding something here can make mother change her mind?

Maybe.

Shi Xiaonian said.

Gong Ou pulled the quilt and sat down beside her, put one arm around her waist, snatched the diary from her hand with the other, and said forcefully, Don't read any more, sleep!

Shi Xiaonian looked at him, Let me watch for a while.

Don't look!

But it's the engagement ceremony soon, didn't you say that it's the last time, once the engagement is over, nothing can be redeemed. Shi Xiaonian went to grab the book again.

That's not allowed!

Gong Ou threw the diary aside and held her tightly in his arms with one hand, preventing her from getting the book again.

Gong Ou! Seeing this, Shi Xiaonian couldn't help frowning, Don't be so overbearing, okay? It's not that you said I was wrong, I'm trying to make up for it now.

time is limited.

If she can't think of a solution, she can only watch this mistake continue.

Yes, I said this, but I also said, your fault is my fault! Gong Ou stared at her and said, I am responsible for this mistake!

I'm afraid you'll mess around. Shi Xiaonian said frankly.

I will mess around?

You mess around all the time.

Gong Ou's IQ was challenged, and his black eyes stared at her fiercely, Shi Xiaonian, do you want to compare with me whose IQ is higher?

I want to compare EQ with you. Shi Xiaonian said seriously.

Get out!

Oh, then I'll go see the diary. Shi Xiaonian turned around resolutely and was about to get out of bed, but was pulled back by Gong Ou, who put her in his arms and wrapped her arms around her neck, What? Women look down on me now? What is EQ, I have a face that is not enough for you?

...

What kind of self-confidence is this? If it wasn't for being immersed in a depressive atmosphere recently, Shi Xiaonian would have laughed.

She pulled his arm down and looked back at him, So you admit that your EQ is low?

Why do I want to strangle you so much!

Gong Ou glared at her.

Okay, okay, don't read the log anymore, basically I have already read it roughly. Shi Xiaonian sat upright, put one hand on his face and looked at him, After reading so much, I found that my father is really ...

What is it?

Gong Ou stared at her.

He's a deserted person. Shi Xiaonian said it bluntly after thinking about it, looking at Gong Ou with no surprise, Even when he was married, my father didn't have much time to accompany my mother. When we are together, we talk about the cooperation between the two families, not to mention how to take good care of them during pregnancy, at most, we can tell the servants twice.

Such an indifferent man.

Most of the marriages are like this. What's so strange, do you think they are all like the ones drawn in your comics, everyone loves to death? Gong Ou said dismissively, There is no such man in reality.

Then what are you?

Shi Xiaonian blurted out that he really died for her.

Gong Ou glanced at her sideways, and said without shame, I'm already beyond ordinary people!

...

What kind of face did he use to say those words.

Shi Xiaonian looked at him helplessly, wrapped her hands around her knees, and said, Such a man is too indifferent. My mother has loved him for so many years, but he has received so little care.

...

It's his responsibility that my mother became like this. Shi Xiaonian said, Before my father died, he never thought about my mother, let her guard the palace family for so many years.

...

Gong Ou listened, with a pair of black eyes staring at her lightly moving lips.

Miyao, what kind of charm do you think father has to make mother love him so much? To make mother obey his every word so much? Si Xiaonian asked while sitting beside him.

Hearing this, Gong Ou's eyes deepened, and his voice was low, I don't know.

...

If it weren't for his son, I would be willing to cooperate with someone like my father. Gong Ou paused and said slowly, Father has only ambition in his heart, he wants to be looked up to by everyone, he wants to leave a name behind, So, he has seen the Gong family all his life, and he can't see anything else.

What is this, the kind of ambition that Luo Qi fell in love with Gong Jue?

...

It's a joy to work with him, because he strives to do his best. As his son, he can only be cornered. Gong Ou said, his voice became cold, In his eyes , what we are sons is just a tool, a tool to inherit his remaining prestige.

Shi Xiaonian looked at him, his eyes moved slightly, Gong Ou, you still blame him, don't you?

Even if the palace is dead.

Gong Ou's face darkened, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Let's talk, there is nothing to restrain in front of me, some emotions should be vented properly, right? Shi Xiaonian pushed him and said.