He stole my golden finger [Quick Transmigration]

What was placed in front of Gu Jingxi was not a multiple-choice question.

Jing Xi knew this very well. He couldn't beat Gu Feiyun, and he was injured. He was completely at a disadvantage, and he didn't have the right to say "no" at all.

I am afraid that Gu Feiyun will not give him the right to refuse.

The young man bowed his head and thought for a moment, then compromised in a timely manner: "Have someone send a letter to Daddy, otherwise he will be worried."

Gu Feiyun tugged at his beard, hummed and said, "You don't need to worry about this, brat, I'll deliver the letter to him."

The guards of the villa waiting at the foot of Qunfengling became the best messenger. Gu Feiyun brought Gu Jingxi to the foot of the mountain. He put his index finger in his mouth and blew a loud whistle. Jing Xi exiled him in Qunfengling. The horse in the middle heard the whistle, let out a long cry, and ran back the same way very cleverly.

And the guard waiting at the other end also happened to come over, and when he saw the person walking in front of the young man, he suddenly widened his eyes: "...Old...Old owner?"

Gu Feiyun put his hands behind his back, and said "Yes" when he heard the words: "Ride the horse back, and tell the brat by the way that I took this brat away, so he doesn't have to bother looking for it!"

The guard was stunned: "You... want to take Master Jingxi away? Where are you going?"

Gu Feiyun's expression was serious: "Do I have to report to you where I'm going? Just pass on the original words to the brat, and let him treat my grandson better and fulfill his responsibilities as a father. If he dares to bully Yang Hey, this stinky brat will definitely not have a good time in my hands, do you understand?"

"..." The guard felt bitter. If he really dared to say that, the owner of the villa would definitely not let him go.

Gu Feiyun narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Huh?"

Guard: "... this subordinate knows."

Gu Feiyun didn't give the other party a chance, and waved his hand like chasing flies: "Go, I'll watch you leave."

The guard rode tremblingly on the bay red BMW. He looked back at the silent young man, noticed the pale face of the other party, and thought that he must report this matter to the owner as soon as possible. He didn't dare to delay at all. Madu left quickly.

Concerned about the ability of the old owner, he didn't stop in a nearby town until he was far away, wrote a note and stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and let the pigeons he raised fly back to Liuyun Villa.

But in the end it was too late.

By the time Gu Huaian received the letter, Gu Feiyun had disappeared with Gu Jingxi.

"Bam—"

Gu Huaian slapped the table angrily.

The four hall masters who rushed over after hearing the news looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Gu Huaian calmed down for a moment, then looked up at Lin Qiubai: "Qiubai, if you mobilize everyone to inquire about their whereabouts, how likely are you to find them?"

Lin Qiubai didn't think about it at all, and slightly restrained the smile on his face, and replied with certainty: "The owner, if the old owner wants to hide from others, the subordinates may not even be [-]% sure."

Gu Huaian tightened the armrest of the chair, and said coldly: "Even if it's only [-]%, find him for me!"

Lin Qiubai cupped his fists and lowered his head: "This subordinate takes orders!"

Gu Huaian glanced at Lu Xiujie and the others: "Go and call Gu Chongyang over here."

The old man is obviously very aware of what happened in the villa in the past few years, which means that he is likely to frequent Liuyun Villa. With his skills, it is a breeze to avoid being discovered.

Gu Feiyun... Gu Chongyang...

Gu Huaian recited these two names silently, and a fierce murderous intent appeared in his heart that had not been seen for a long time.

What happened back then, no matter how long it has been in the past, will be a shame in his life.Did that dead old man think that only 12 years would be able to eliminate the anger hovering in his heart?

Impossible, never possible.

The longer time passed, the more anger accumulated in his heart would become stronger. Not killing Gu Chongyang the first time he appeared was already a rare kindness for him in the face of that child.

Even so, the dead old man will provoke him again and again!

Thinking of this, the murderous ice blade on Gu Huai'an's body, which was about to condense into substance, stabbed sharply and invisible into the bodies of everyone present.

When Gu Chongyang appeared in the hall, he immediately met Gu Huaian's piercing cold eyes.He only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and in the next second, he felt his neck was pinched and lifted by the palm of his hand. His breathing was instantly blocked, and he was completely out of breath.

Lin Qiubai, Lu Xiujie and the others were horrified: "—Villager! Be merciful!"

Gu Huai'an stared at Gu Chongyang's distorted face due to suffocation, turned his back to the four of them and said word by word: "Get out of here."

Lin Qiubai quickly blurted out in desperation: "Vendor Master, don't be impulsive! The old master will not hurt Master Jingxi, but if you attack Master Chongyang at this time, you may really be in danger!"

Gu Huai'an's hands paused, and his fingers slowly loosened. Gu Chongyang, who had lost his support, fell to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing loudly in embarrassment.

He repeated it again: "He stays, you all go out."

"Zhuang..." Ji Hongzhi wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lin Qiubai and Lu Xiujie, and they walked out slowly.

Gu Huai'an looked down at the embarrassed Gu Chongyang, without any trace of the warmth of a father looking at his son in his eyes: "Say, have you ever seen a dead old man?"

"Ahem...cough cough..." Gu Chongyang raised his head while coughing. After the age of 12, the boy whose appearance became more and more outstanding, and Gu Huai'an were two completely opposite beauty.

Gu Huai'an is aloof, while Gu Chongyang has a flirtatious appearance in another sense, with brows and eye corners, smiling lips, squinting eyes, flirtatious, charming and seductive.

Even though he was extremely embarrassed at this time, Gu Chongyang still did not forget to provoke Gu Huai'an: "If Mr. Zhuangzhu doesn't say clearly, I don't understand what you mean."

Gu Huai'an's eyes were cold, he didn't go around with Gu Chongyang, he hit the core directly: "Your master, the last owner of Liuyun Villa, Gu Feiyun."

Hearing this, Gu Chongyang raised his long and narrow eyes slightly, and they were brighter than the stars in Xia Ye. He nodded with a half-smile: "Yes, I have seen it."

Gu Huaian leaned down, stared into his eyes and asked, "Where is he?"

The corners of Gu Chongyang's lips were slightly curved, completely unafraid of the oppression of the man's supreme aura, he said word by word: "Come and beg me."

Gu Huaian slapped his backhand, and the palm wind swept up the young man's slender body and hit the square table in the hall. The young man who was hit hard at the front and back spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Without looking at him again, Gu Huaian walked out with a piercing anger.

Seeing this, Lin Qiubai and the others did not dare to step forward to stop him. After watching him go away, they rushed into the hall in a hurry.

Gu Chongyang was still lying on the ground motionless at this time, and then he suddenly laughed.There are indescribable vicissitudes and sadness in the green and immature voice.

Lin Qiubai paused, exchanged glances with Lu Xiujie, didn't go any further, pulled Ji Hongzhi and Zhuo Zishi, and they turned and left together.

Lu Xiujie looked at him hesitantly, and sighed after a long time. He was not in the mood to pay attention to anything else at the moment, and sat down next to the young man: "Chongyang, don't hate the owner..."

Gu Chongyang said calmly, "I hate him."

Lu Xiujie touched the young man's pulse with his finger, and checked his injury: "...fortunately, he didn't hurt his heart, and he will recover after a period of recuperation."

Gu Chongyang laughed again, with a hint of sarcasm.

He didn't know whether he was mocking himself, Gu Huai'an, or Lu Xiujie's words at the moment.

Or, all three.

Lu Xiujie took out a white bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill of nourishing heart and gave it to the young man, he said slowly: "Your birth was not the result of the owner's voluntary choice..."

Gu Chongyang's pupils constricted, and he subconsciously breathed lightly.

Up to now, if the concealment continues, it will only make the two people into a knot that no one can untie.Instead of letting the young man feel unknowingly disappointed and angry, it is better to let him know the truth of the year.

This was the idea that Lu Xiujie and Lin Qiubai had at the same time not long ago.

Thus, for the first time in two lifetimes, Gu Chongyang learned the unbelievable truth in his opinion, and understood why that man was so unkind to him, and even wanted to kill him several times.

Lu Xiujie finally said: "The owner is a very proud person. Over the years, he has always felt that this is an indelible shame engraved on his body, and your appearance is also a constant reminder of this shame to him. exist……"

"Chongyang, I don't ask you to forgive the owner, but I hope you don't hate him. What the owner hates is not you, but your identity as the son of his blood born from that incident..."

Gu Chongyang raised his hand to cover his eyes, covering his eyes with the emotion on his face: "Master, I want to stay alone for a while..."

Hearing this, Lu Xiujie sighed with complicated emotions, patted the boy's back lightly, got up and went out.

Gu Chongyang felt that he was a joke.

My mother died of illness because of giving birth to him, and my father regarded him as a shame. The only grandfather who was willing to do anything to look forward to his birth did not dare to face him from the beginning to the end.

Hehe, speaking of it, he wasn't what grandfather was looking forward to, was he?

What he expected was to inherit the relationship of the Gu family's blood, not himself.

What is he, Gu Chongyang?

Nothing.