The stand-in of feigning death is subject to A and Cha

After a day and a night of rescue, Gu Minglang was forcibly pulled back from the gate of hell by the doctor.

It was three days after Mrs. Gu entered the ward to see him.

The man on the hospital bed was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his dull eyes only slightly changed color when he saw the person coming in at the door.

"Mother."

His voice was hoarse and low, almost powerless.

Mrs. Gu stood beside his bed, looked down at his body that had been thinned by the pain, and said, "I told you earlier, he is just a heartless person, staying by his side will only hurt you." Why don't you go back to England with me?"

A faint smile floated on Gu Minglang's lips: "Mother, you don't want me to die, do you?"

"Of course." Mrs. Gu raised her hand and touched his head. The technique was rusty and deliberate. It was obviously the first time she did it. She said, "As long as you want, mother can perform the operation now to help you restore what should belong to you." Bring things back."

The smile on the corner of Gu Minglang's mouth grew stronger, not because he was happy, but because he was sarcasm: "Because I am obedient? Mother, you raised Ji Rufeng from 8 to 17 years old. Is he as obedient as I am?"

"No." Without Mrs. Gu's answer, he could continue on his own, saying the words that have been held in his heart for a long time: "Ji Rufeng, Lu Qiuci, any of them are more rebellious than me, and more difficult than me." Control, I am your pride, a pawn you are reluctant to discard, right?"

"You are my child." A sentence without sincerity, so perfunctory that there was no emotion.

But Gu Minglang got used to it, and didn't even frown: "I don't think any mother would push her child to this situation. Do you know that thousands of people have wanted me to die these years, and I never cared. Because you told me that people will only be influenced by the evaluation of the outside world and care about it when they are not strong enough."

He paused, and continued: "But, when he said I was terrible and wanted me to die, I was very sad."

Mrs. Gu did not speak, and withdrew her hand.

Gu Minglang raised his head and looked at her calmly: "I found out that I love him."

Mrs. Gu frowned: "Do you think I came all the way here to hear you confess your love?"

Gu Minglang looked at her, his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul: "Mother, the eyes you see in me are not children, but tools, a tool that can be changed at will without taking advantage of it."

It is said that Gu Minglang is heartless and cold, but his thunderous methods and vicious thoughts are all taught by his mother one by one.

Compared to him, Mrs. Gu is the king at the top of the food chain.

"I have been obeying your advice all these years, the only time I rebelled was to return to China to develop..."

Mrs. Gu interrupted him suddenly, and said in a cold voice, "The first time Ji Rufeng confronted me was when he ran back to China from England, don't you know?"

"If Ji Rufeng hadn't changed his name and left Gu's Group when he was 17, would you still have set your sights on me?" Gu Minglang looked into her eyes and whispered, "You won't, never will. meeting."

He returned to Gu's family at the age of 15, and took over the business of Gu's family at the age of 23. During the eight years, he spent all the time under self-control. His road to success was lonely and boring.

On the contrary, Ji Rufeng is very outstanding, with impeccable background, appearance, talent and ability. He is the future person in power destined by the Gu family.

So everyone's eyes are only focused on him alone.

Gu Minglang doesn't have Ji Rufeng's talent of jealousy and resentment, what he has is only desperate efforts engraved in the bone marrow, which is almost abnormal high-intensity self-discipline day after day.

That is the experience and lessons left by the life of licking blood.

One is a rose that has been covered in a greenhouse since birth, and the other is a rose that has endured wind and rain on the edge of a cliff.

Two people can't say who is better, because no one will compare them, they are not from the same world by default.

Gu Minglang never wanted to fight, he knew clearly what he wanted from the moment he stepped into Gu's house, all he wanted was a chance to get out of the quagmire.

But the responsibility that Ji Rufeng didn't want to bear fell on him in the end.

"I have done my utmost to the Gu family. Whether it is Ji Rufeng or Lu Qiuci, I have fulfilled your request all these years with a clear conscience, but mother, ask yourself, how have you treated me these past few decades? "

"I never covet things that don't belong to me. It's you who made me into what I am now. It's hard to feel betrayed, but you don't care. Sometimes I'm really curious. I'm in your life. What kind of role do you play?"

Mrs. Gu stared at him, her eyes gradually changed from false concern to indifference, but she also wanted to fill the gap ridiculously: "You are different from them, you are the most like me, you are my good boy."

Gu Minglang smiled lightly, his eyes gradually sharpened, looking at his most respected mother: "I am not your child, I am your shame."

"I don't know who my father is, but I can guess that it shouldn't be very glorious, otherwise you wouldn't throw me into the orphanage."

Mrs. Gu frowned suddenly: "I told you, you got lost by yourself."

"Really?" Gu Minglang's brows and eyes were cold, he lost his original warmth, and became indifferent as usual: "I still remember that it was you who left me where I was. I want to follow you, but you don't want to." I grabbed your hand, I fell to the ground, you walked past me mercilessly, without the slightest intention of staying, as if I were a grass or a stone, you were too stingy Give me even one look."

"Until the car completely disappears from view, I still hope that you can hug me."

Gu Minglang sat on the hospital bed, looked up at her, and asked, "Do you remember how old I was at that time?"

"Seven years old."

"Four years old." Gu Minglang said: "On my fourth birthday, you lied to me and told me to take me to a fun place. I still remember it."

Mrs. Gu lost all her patience, revealing the ugly true face behind the warmth: "I was young at that time, what could I do? The Gu family married the Lu family, can I bring you there? Can I let the Lu family know your existence? Besides, have I ever treated you badly in life in those years? I have given you the material foundation you deserve, and I have never favored one over the other in terms of money, what else do you want?"

For the first time, Gu Minglang remembered what he once asked Lin Xiaoshen, which was almost exactly the same. He also asked him where he was treated harshly materially, and said that he was never stingy with money.

It was a little funny for a while.

It turned out that the gene was inherited from her.

Mrs. Gu took a breath, as if aware of her gaffe, calmed down, and said, "Ming Lang, mother just doesn't want you to be like Ji Rufeng, who has no ambitions in love and love. What's so good about Lin Xiaoshen? What did he give you? ? What can he give you? He will only restrict you and restrain you in every way."

"The Mrs. Gu I have selected for you is unique in terms of family appearance and talent. The most important thing is that she will only follow you. You are her god."

Gu Minglang closed his eyes wearily, and said in a low voice: "But I don't want it, I don't want it at all, I don't know what the power and money I'm chasing are for me, give Lu Qiuci, I No, I'm tired."

"Tired?" Mrs. Gu stared at him, and snorted coldly: "Who is not tired in a high position? Only those who rot and take root in the mud will degenerate into lust for pleasure! Do you want to join them?"

Gu Minglang laughed suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and light: "Have you ever told Ji Rufeng or Lu Qiuci about this? I have been carrying heavy loads for more than ten years, and in the end, everyone betrayed me, mother, please tell me Am I not trying hard enough?"

"Then tell me, where am I not working hard?"

Mrs. Gu looked at him silently, speechless.

Ji Rufeng is chic and carefree, Lu Qiuci is reckless, money, fame and fortune are all things they can get at their fingertips, just raise their hands, and countless people will offer them with their own hands.

And everything that Gu Minglang owns was brought down by him himself, using all means and scheming.

The value of sleep is completely different from that obtained by hard work, and the degree of care is even more different.

Ji Rufeng could abandon everything gracefully, but Gu Minglang couldn't, so he was manipulated by his mother for more than ten years.

But when death was imminent, I realized that money and power were just passing away, and I couldn't figure out why I had to go all out to get it in the first place?

"Then you just rot here, I want to see if Lin Xiaoshen will look back at you!"

Mrs. Gu slammed the door and left.

That night, Gu Minglang had a high fever and coughed all night. His illness dragged him into the abyss of nightmares, trying to trap him to death underground.

In the purgatory, the tongue of fire licked every inch of his skin, and the mountains of swords and seas of fire in the eighteenth hell were endless. He could not find his way out, nor his way out.

Lin Xiaoshen didn't know in his sleep that someone cried and called him all night.

Lu Yu's coaxing voice blocked the dire situation outside.

In the early morning of the next day, Mrs. Gu returned to England angrily.Ji Rufeng rushed back from abroad and took over the terminally ill Gu Minglang.

At that time, Gu Minglang was already in a coma, and could barely survive on the ventilator.

"Where's Lin Xiaoshen? Where did he go?" Ji Rufeng looked around but didn't see the person who should be guarding the bed.

Ji Chen stopped him: "President Gu said, no matter what happens, don't bother him."

Ji Rufeng raised an eyebrow and asked the doctor next to him, "Yao Ni?"

The doctor pretended to be stupid: "What medicine?"

"Pain Dysfunction Syndrome." Looking at his dodging eyes, Ji Rufeng said, "Two medicines, which one is Lin Xiaoshen?"

The doctor felt guilty after being stared at by him: "There is only one, and it has already been used by Lin Xiaoshen."

"Only one?" Ji Rufeng was stunned for a moment, his eyes getting colder and colder, and he said slowly: "Don't tell me that when Lu Qiuci shot Gu Minglang, you hadn't injected him yet. "

The doctor explained profusely with sweat: "At that time, there was no time, Mr. Gu was in a hurry to go back to China, and we hadn't successfully configured it at all. You know this is not a three-two

God can make it, so at that time..."

At that time, he was shot from behind by Lu Qiuci and stabbed by Lin Xiaoshen from the front with a skin that could not withstand the slightest toss.

Ji Rufeng pursed his lips and asked him, "You don't care about the mice after the experiment, do you?"

The doctor was aggrieved: "I really can't blame me, I didn't agree to take Mr. Gu as the experimental subject from the very beginning, and at that time Lu Qiuci got Lin Xiaoshen away, you know that bastard Mr. Ji better than anyone else, Mr. Gu How could he..."

"Take off the ventilator." Ji Rufeng interrupted his defense, and said flatly, "Let him die quickly."

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