I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

When the lights come on, the night sky is full of bright stars.

When he returned home, the sky was already dark, and the bungalow was bathed in starlight, Gu Qianhuan looked slightly lost, and the sound of the car door opening drew his attention back.

Gu Fengyao leaned over and opened the car door with one hand. No one would be captured by his gentleness.

"Huanhuan, we're home."

Gu Qianhuan woke up as if she had just woken up from a dream. She clutched her coat with her fingers and turned on the air conditioner for a long time.

He couldn't see through Gu Fengyao's plan, so he obediently followed. Xu Ma had already left, and the whole house fell into the deep night. For some reason, Gu Fengyao didn't turn on the light.

Gu Qianhuan didn't intend to make a sound, she silently grabbed the corner of his clothes with her fingers, following each step, his footsteps made no sound, like a well-behaved cat.

What Gu Fengyao likes the most is that he is good.

Walking into the dining room, the candlelight flickered, and an exquisite dinner was placed on the mahogany table, with dark red wine on both sides. The warm yellow candlelight shone on the bottle, like melted dark chocolate, bitter and full of fragrance.

"Boom-"

Gu Fengyao pulled out the cork and poured the wine into the shining glass. The gentleman raised his glass gracefully: "Huanhuan, do you like this surprise?"

Gu Qianhuan looked up at him, expressionless.

The smile on Gu Fengyao's face faltered slightly, this was not the reaction he expected, the red wine in the glass was inexplicably sad, he said: "The red wine is very good, Huanhuan, you can try it."

Gu Qianhuan picked up the wine glass slowly, and the smooth red wine flowed into his mouth. He swallowed it, and the strong bitter taste bloomed. This bold action made Gu Fengyao chuckle.

The stagnation just now turned in an instant.

The man's language was humorous, and Gu Qianhuan agreed while drinking. Before he knew it, he had refilled an unknown number of glasses.

His face was flushed, his eyes were rolling, looking forward.

Gu Fengyao leaned back and tugged on his tie, only to feel a little less hot.Gu Qianhuan suddenly made a sound, and those intoxicating eyes sparkled: "Mr. Gu, will you lie to me?"

Gu Fengyao's heart suffocated: "Huanhuan, you are drunk."

Gu Qianhuan was lying on the table, raised her eyes slightly, and the flickering light on one side poured down the shadow of the flower, like a tattoo on half of the young man's cheek, which fit unexpectedly.

Gu Fengyao leaned slightly, strangely like a freeze-frame picture, the young man slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were intoxicated, like crystal clear moonstones, shining with intoxicating brilliance.

The light-colored pupils in the center outline his own outline, a dark black mass, beautiful and extremely attractive, the blinking eyelashes fluttering and dancing, like an old movie with hazy picture quality, touching the heart.

"Mr. Gu, do you know that my painting has been sent up, and you will definitely see it in the Gu's art exhibition." His topic jumped so fast that Gu Fengyao was stunned for a moment, before he said: "Really? If so, Huanhuan's painting must be very good."

He was a little absent-minded, and answered perfunctorily, causing Gu Qianhuan to refute him unhappily: "But you haven't seen my paintings before, Mr. Gu, you lied to me again."

He rubbed his cheek against the table in aggrieved manner, as if exercising his temper, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously drunk.

Muttering "deceive" and "deceive" indistinctly, Gu Fengyao's heart softened, and he pinched his cheek with his fingertips.

He couldn't help touching a few more, Gu Qianhuan tilted his head unbearably disturbed, and was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly: "Wuuuu, the bully nest—"

"Mr. Gu is a big villain QAQ"

Gu Fengyao chuckled, knowing that he was not conscious, so he bullied him more and more viciously: "Huanhuan, what do you think is wrong with me?"

Gu Qianhuan: "Drawing...Mr. Gu's painting, I want to see... woo..."

There was a red mark on the young man's white cheeks under Gu Fengyao's hands. He stared for a long time, but he couldn't see any signs of pretending to be drunk, and then he leaned down with a gloomy face: "Huanhuan, this is not what you should know."

What answered him was the peaceful sleeping face of the young man.

Suddenly, Gu Fengyao remembered the paintings he had seen before, which seemed to have the same style of painting, his eyes flashed, he lowered his head, and kissed the corner of the young man's lips.

The imaginary boy overlapped with the person in front of him for a split second, and there was a pitiful tenderness in his usually indifferent eyes: "Huanhuan, you are the least like him when you look good, but I like you the most, do you know why? "

The young man on the table took a long breath, apparently falling into a deep sleep.

Gu Fengyao stroked his cheek, as if saying to himself: "Because of this, I know that you are not him."

After he finished speaking, he got up, opened the door of the storage room, and groped for a while behind a row of abandoned bookshelves. An invisible door was opened, and it was another room of the bungalow.Under the light, the winding stairs extend all the way down.

It was also the basement Qin Xixi mentioned during the day.

Gu Fengyao's eyes overflowed with joy, the light elongated his shadow, and when he walked to the end of the stairs, it was a simple room with only one painting on the wall. When he stared at the painting, his eyes were extremely soft, as if he was looking at his lover .

At the dining table, Gu Qianhuan opened his eyes.

The empty pupils couldn't reflect anything, he grabbed the tablecloth tightly, and the beast in his heart laughed ironically, laughing at him as a fool, laughing at his self-righteousness, it turned out to be just a substitute.

Who is that him?

Gu Qianhuan blinked, and bit his nails in a daze, unconsciously, like a broken machine. He didn't lower his head slowly until the pain came, and for some reason, he bit his nails and split them.

The bloody strips of meat hung on half of the nails, with a big opening, blood dripped down continuously, the fishy-sweet smell stained the mouth and rusted the brain.

Gu Qianhuan didn't notice anything.

He was pretending to be drunk, but if he wasn't pretending to be drunk, how would he know Gu Fengyao's true thoughts, who is he in love with?Ye Shuchen?He is also an oil painting department, and the cherished portraits may come from him.

Or his ex-lover?

Gu Qianhuan analyzed them one by one, her mind was extremely calm, her eyes were nailing the closed door, her eyes were dark, who was it?

Three days had passed since that dinner.

Gu Qianhuan was reading in the dormitory. The index finger of his right hand, which was turning pages, was tightly wrapped in white gauze. The wound on his finger finally started to scab. Many people asked about it.

For a painter, the most important thing must be the fingers.

That is the basis of creation.

Gu Qianhuan thought about making excuses, but the ridiculous thing was that the person he wanted to hide the most didn't care at all, to be precise, he didn't find out at all.

He raised his head and relaxed, his dry eyes flicked across the time, and his eyes froze for a moment: today is Friday.He and Gu Fengyao had already agreed to go back to the bungalow on Friday.

Gu Qianhuan never procrastinated, got up and began to pack his things. He had very few things, a small bag was enough, Ruan Jiaming was even less than him, and he was empty-handed.

It was only then that Gu Qianhuan noticed that Ruan Jiaming was wearing headphones and was not playing games, so he didn't know what he was watching.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the tin box, and suddenly felt an impulse. He put the little ceramic eight-tailed cat in his bag, and just as he did something, Ruan Jiaming suddenly wailed: "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

As if stimulated, he cursed and turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on Gu Qianhuan.

Gu Qianhuan didn't know why, and asked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Ruan Jiaming looked at him for a while with a look that he couldn't understand, and then suddenly said, "Huanhuan, tell me, are you dating him?"

Gu Qianhuan's movements froze, his fingers turned white, the pain from the wound made his brows furrowed, he opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he lost his voice.

He wanted to admit it, but Gu Qianhuan suddenly realized that it wasn't.

Their identities are not equal, their love is not equal.

Everything was his wishful thinking, he was shameless, and he posted it basely.

Gu Qianhuan's face was pale. After removing the filter, the truth turned out to be so unbearable and contemptuous.He didn't know how he answered, or didn't answer at all, he staggered out, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the coffee shop.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Gu?"

Gu Qianhuan raised her eyes slowly, like a decaying robot, she could hear the cracking sound of gears squeezed, her hoarse voice squeezed out of her mouthpiece, her face was frighteningly pale: "It's me."

The man in the peaked cap was stunned for a moment, and pushed out a portfolio cut out of kraft paper: "This is the information you requested, and we worked overtime to get it."

"Oh." Gu Qianhuan said, opened the file bag, he flipped through it hastily, and under the nervous gaze of the other party, he took out his mobile phone: "Money and goods are cleared."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the bag, but saw the man in the peaked cap opposite him smiling obsequiously: "Boss Gu, if there is such a job in the future, don't forget that our private detectives can handle any job."

Gu Qianhuan took a deep look at him, turned and left.

Instead of going to the bungalow, he took a taxi to a community and opened the door. The room was simple, without a single piece of furniture, but as far as he could see, it was already half full.

Depression ensues.

The supposedly white wall is covered with photos, large and small, the most eye-catching one is a [-]-inch photo. The man in the photo has cold eyes. Even if it is a rigid print, the eyes penetrate like substance.

If you look carefully, you will find that all the photos here are of one person - Gu Fengyao.

On the display rack at the back are items, cufflinks, pens, coats... It is complicated and disorderly, and it silently reveals the fact that they are all men's items.

There was a sound of stepping on the bare floor, Gu Qianhuan took out his tie, his body temperature was still there, he stroked it with his fingertips, and rubbed the intertwined patterns of warp and weft against his fingertips.

The way he looked at these dead creatures revealed a fanatical and almost distorted love, suffocating and depressing.

Gu Qianhuan sat on the floor, put her head on her knees, and suddenly smiled softly——

"Gu Fengyao, Mr. Gu, husband, I love you."

In the silence, a non-fluctuating mechanical voice sounded: "Ding, loading rate—90%."

In the light and shadow of the dust, the flowing air is almost stagnant, and the majestic darkness is accumulating power under the shadow. Such a scene is like a strange portrait.

Gu Qianhuan searched one by one, and finally dialed the phone, and a hoarse echo sounded in the room: "I want you to do one thing, find... and help him."

The file bag on one side has been opened, and a few inches of photos of men are printed on the white paper spilled out. At the bottom are densely packed small characters: Ye Shuchen, male, 27 years old, was the boyfriend of Gu Fengyao, the president of the Gu Corporation ten years ago...