I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Qianhuan woke up.

He was placed on a cold table with his feet dangling in the air, and the only person he could rely on was the man in front of him.

His heart was beating wildly, and he was about to burst out of his body in the next second. He silently tightened his arms and hooked them around the man's neck. Those staring eyes became darker and more turbulent.

The depth is like a whirlpool.

Gu Fengyao glanced at him, tightened his hands, as if to crush him, the shadows of the two behind him overlapped, and the elongated shadows flowed from the table to the floor like water.

Gu Qianhuan unbuttoned the buttons on his chest one by one. The hard coat was damp with moisture, and the wet fingertips mixed with the sweat of the palms.

Finally, it pressed against the dark red table, leaving a wet palm print.

Gu Qianhuan's eyes are astonishingly bright, only this person is left in the world, please him, get him.

He was full of joy, how could he be afraid.

When Gu Qianhuan came out with breakfast, the man was sitting on the dining table with a book in his hand. When he saw him, he stopped and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Gu Qianhuan put down the dinner plate, glanced at the pages of the book he had turned, and the words came into view, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his eyes: "This book, I thought—"

This was the only pastime reading he saw on the bookshelf. Even he himself was surprised that there were novels in those vast collection of books.

It's tucked away in a hidden corner.

Gu Fengyao hesitated when he heard this, and immediately provoked a smile: "What do you think? Should the study room be full of financial and financial classes?"

Gu Qianhuan nodded honestly, but when he heard him laugh loudly, she restrained herself after a while and said, "These are all bought by Zhang Lin, maybe he thinks this is more aggressive?"

Gu Qianhuan couldn't help laughing.

He lowered his head to poke the pasta, so he never saw the man's cold gaze when he was speaking.

Why only this one.

Contrary to what he said, compared with the hundreds of hardcover books in the study, it is more like a buy one get one free inferior product, which is out of place.But actually, it was his birthday present.

At the age of 15, fate gave him a birthday present.

"Orpheus and Eurydice".

Gu Fengyao closed his eyes, his fingertips tensed nervously, and his temples were wet with sweat.

After dinner, Gu Qianhuan was lying on the sofa, and there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses outside the window. The wild rain slapped on the fragile glass windows, reflecting the surrounding floods and swamps. An isolated island.

The thin white fingertips turned the pages lightly, making a crisp sound. The yellowed paper can tell the age. Gu Qianhuan was fascinated by the story. The tragedy of the past seems to be an established fate that cannot be changed.

The mood also became heavy.

He raised his head and glanced at the man who was handling official business, his eyes met in mid-air, Gu Qianhuan frowned, and quickly forgot about it.

In the afternoon, suddenly the doorbell rang.

Gu Qianhuan opened the door with a surprised expression: "It's you."

Shi Yan trembled when he heard the sound, and within a few days of seeing him, he was so emaciated, his clothes seemed to be wrapped around a skeleton, his sunken cheekbones were a little disfigured, he was so timid that he didn't even dare to look at him.

Shi Yan opened his mouth: "Hello, is Mr. Gu at home?"

Gu Qianhuan looked towards the door on the right, narrowed her eyes slightly: "He's in the study."

Shi Yan walked over mechanically, Gu Qianhuan stared at him, watching his stumbling steps, like an old man in his twilight years, he tapped his fingertips lightly, as if he had guessed something, his heart skipped a beat.

study.

When Shi Yan saw Gu Fengyao, he couldn't hold back at all. He stood in front of the other party, wishing he could kneel down and beg him, but there was only numbness and deep emotions on his face. After seeing Gu Qianhuan, he felt unwilling and jealous.

A dull supervisor sounded.

Gu Fengyao gathered his fingertips, stood up abruptly, and Shi Yan opened his mouth: "I—"

As soon as the words started, they disappeared in an instant.

He flew upside down, there was a heavy bang on the floor, he couldn't get up, he barely raised his head, under the glare of the light, the man's eyes were unpredictable: "Do you dare to touch my people?"

The danger in the voice made him tremble, and for a moment cold sweat soaked his back, and the close-fitting clothes became a bondage, and he couldn't move under the gaze of those beast-like eyes.

"Want to plead?"

Shi Yan was trembling, and every bone in his body made a toothache creaking sound, like some kind of wailing, severe pain.

He saw the other party showing a smile: "Do you know why I asked you to come today?"

"Because I want you to see it with your own eyes."

Shi Yan's eyes froze, and he landed on the computer in front of him. In an instant, there was no trace of blood on his face.

The stock market representing the Shi family fell to the limit in an instant, with the momentum of diving, and the dazzling green almost burst his eyeballs.

A ho-ho sound came out of the throat: "Fake."

Gu Fengyao wiped his fingers, and looked down, as if he was looking at a fool, with some pity in his eyes.

Gu Qianhuan watched the man limping out, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his whole body was slumped, as if his spine had been ripped off.He crossed his hands, his thin white fingertips were translucent under the light, and he couldn't help but think of the news from his mobile phone.

[Today, Hongjing declared bankruptcy, and its industrial restructuring will be fully undertaken by Gushi Technology. ]

He won.

Only then did Gu Qianhuan realize that she was also a pawn in his plan.

He met the man's eyes and didn't say anything, but Gu Fengyao looked at him with dark eyes, and his body was as dark as real.

Just at this time, a little skylight leaked out of the window, and the endless rain finally drew a symbol.

Gu Fengyao suddenly said: "The rain has stopped."

He walked towards him, stepping on the wooden floor with gentle steps, as if stepping on the tip of his heart, an inexplicable coldness gathered in his heart, Gu Qianhuan frowned slightly, the next moment, the cold glass was on the skin, and the sky was spinning, dizzy Dazzling and weightlessness overlap.

The soul escaped from the body in an instant, Gu Qianhuan opened his mouth, opened his eyes dullly and numbly, his eyes fell on the void, blank, and tears rolled out of his out-of-focus eyes.

It's not love, it's teasing.

……

Gu Qianhuan leaned against the man, rubbing hands with him, obviously the most intimate posture, but his heart began to feel cold, spreading to his whole body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his hands and feet were cold.

Gu Fengyao lit a cigarette, his indifferent gaze was caught in the blue smoke, and it fell on the mottled skin of the young man: "Huanhuan, I will send someone to decorate the studio tomorrow, which one are you planning to set up?"

Give a sweet date with a stick?

Gu Qianhuan looked at him, to be precise, looked into his eyes, unable to see the slightest emotion, he moved the corners of his lips, wanting to laugh, and pulled the stabbing pain behind him, a little sticky blood dripped on the floor, after oxidation, It almost blends in with the dark floor.

"What do you take me for?" His tense voice was hoarse and hoarse, and he knew that he had made a big mistake when he said it, but he still stubbornly propped up his body.

Gu Fengyao rubbed his hair, his throat trembled, and he smiled lowly, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes: "Good boy."

At this moment, Gu Qianhuan finally understood, what did he use him for, a pet, or a tool to vent?Unexpectedly, he was so calm that he couldn't be more calm. His soul left his body and stared in the void, seeing the indifference in his eyes.

He stared at Gu Fengyao, curled up his fingers, and said with a smile: "Okay."

In the haze, Gu Qianhuan heard a voice, so far away that it seemed to come from outer space.

"Ding--"

Gu Fengyao's efficiency is very high. He said that it was tomorrow, but today the decoration has already started. In less than a day, the decoration of the studio has been completed.

The teak wood floor is beautiful and clean, surrounded by clean white walls, a sliding French window that opens and closes in front of it, and a small balcony when it opens.

On a sunny day that I haven't seen for a long time, the sunlight poured into the room without any hindrance, like an abyss under the sea. For the first time, Gu Qianhuan knew that the turbulent light can almost suffocate people.

Gu Qianhuan's eyes glanced at the unpacked utility knife, the blade reflected light spots, and landed on the skirt of the clothes, abrupt and dazzling, the white shirt was as clean as snow, Gu Qianhuan was coloring in front of the easel, and a large ball of white was spread on the drawing board. Open, as delicate as a handful of sad snow.

Gu Qianhuan held the paintbrush in her hand and never dropped it.

He couldn't draw it.

The canvas was blank, and from day to night, the night sky was dotted with stars. Gu Qianhuan lowered his head and was stunned for a moment. He heard Xu Ma's voice, and another sound of gears turning.

When I went back to the restaurant, I was alone, Mama Xu was setting up the tableware, and said, "Master Gu, sir is not coming back today, he said that the company has something to do, let me tell you, don't wait for him."

Gu Qianhuan picked up the chopsticks, but with no strength in his fingers, they landed on the table with a "click" and rolled up, and his stomach began to churn, as if he could not feel hunger, only burning pain, Gu Qianhuan raised his head: "He is here where?"

Xu's mother froze, her eyes dodged: "This, this, didn't the sir say that he is in the company?"

Gu Qianhuan picked up the dropped chopsticks: "I see."

After dinner, Mama Xu looked at the untouched food on the table and sighed, it was a waste.

Before she left, she glanced upstairs, and the lights in the room were turned off early.

On the main road outside the wall, the moonlight cut long shadows, the cold night wind poured into the shirt, and the clothes bulged with thin but full bags, Gu Qianhuan walked cleanly.

Now, where should he go?