I don't want a crematorium

At this moment, all the voices disappeared completely.

Gu Yu fell to the ground and remained silent, bright red blood gushing from his nose, but his face showed no expression.

Yu Yingrong glanced at Han Yang, and then downcast at Gu Yu.

The scene was a bit delicate, but he didn't explain a word to Han Yang.

The person was beaten, the anger was also blown, the incident had already happened, he didn't need to explain at all, and Yu Yingrong never did such a shameful thing to defend himself.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, picked up the coat on the table, and was about to leave.

Walking to Han Yang's side, Yu Yingrong stopped in his tracks and looked at him with a smile: "The timing is not right today, I will come to you another day."

"Just like that?" Han Yang looked down at Yu Yingrong.He came to his company and called his secretary, but he didn't say sorry.

"This time it's my fault, so you'll forgive me this time? Huh?" Yu Yingrong knew what Han Yang was concerned about, and was willing to give in to him, but only to Han Yang.Because to be honest, he has lived for more than 20 years, and he has never said sorry a few times.

Han Yang didn't answer him, and Yu Yingrong knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, "Okay, then I'll go first." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Gu Yu, with a look of unkindness in his eyes.

After Yu Yingrong left, Han Yang stepped forward and took a look at Gu Yu, "Let me see."

Gu Yu slowly raised his head, the blood from his nasal cavity was already half-dried and stuck to his face, and the corners of his mouth were also torn, but his delicate face was a little gaudy due to the blood.

"I remember there is a medicine box, you wait." Han Yang thought for a while, and took out the medicine box from a drawer.

Han Yang sat on the desk behind him, pulled Gu Yu in front of him, wiped off the blood on his face with a wet towel, and said while wiping Han Yang: "It seems that you are very good at talking about him. Great, I underestimated you."

He didn't ask what Gu Yu said, Han Yang wasn't very curious and didn't care.

But Gu Yu lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Han Yang threw the dirty cotton swabs and wet wipes into the trash can, and while looking for a Band-Aid in the medicine box, he casually asked him, "Since he's so powerful, why don't you hide from him when he strikes?"

After finding it, Han Yang raised his eyes, put the Band-Aid on Gu Yu's mouth, and looked at him with a bit of ridicule in his eyes, "Why don't you talk?"

Gu Yu was still silent, but approached slowly, then leaned gently on Han Yang's shoulder, and nestled his face sideways beside Han Yang's neck.

The answer was always clear, but Gu Yu couldn't say it out loud.

He wanted Han Yang to love him more.

Han Yang didn't push Gu Yu away either, in his eyes Gu Yu was like a small animal, with a little bit of his own thoughts but absolutely docile, really cute.

He even stretched out his hand to caress Gu Yu's back a few times.

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When Yu Yingrong returned home with a grim face, he was called out by his father, Yu Zhongwei.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Your grandfather plans to let you take a project and go to a small city in the south."

Yu Yingrong's expression became strange, "What? Why is it so sudden?"

Yu Zhongwei sighed, "We can't do anything about what your grandfather means."

Logically speaking, the next generation should always kiss more, but if you want to say who in the family is the least used to Yu Yingrong, it is his grandfather.

According to the old man, if everyone is used to Yu Yingrong, then he will really be lawless.

It is estimated that this trip to the south is also because he has not really relieved himself and Han Yang.

"I see." Yu Yingrong didn't object. He made Han Yang a little unhappy today, and it wouldn't do any good to see him again.They all need to calm down first.

Especially himself.

When I came back to see Han Yang this time, it was a little different from what Yu Yingrong thought.

Because Han Yang didn't hit him or scold him, even though Han Yang is not someone who can do these things, Yu Yingrong hoped that he would.

At least it can give him a feeling that Han Yang still remembers himself.

But there was nothing in Han Yang's eyes, like a deep pool, calmly and without any ripples easily.

That's why he was a little anxious.

As for the secretary, Yu Yingrong didn't pay attention at all.