I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Qianhuan lowered her head, gathered the bloody broken porcelain into her palm, her empty eyes fell on the porcelain, blood and tears flowed down together.

Footsteps sounded in the silent room, and a faint male voice fell: "Have you considered it? He made you so painful, what are you still insisting on?"

Gu Qianhuan pretended not to hear it, picked up the broken porcelain, and found a surprise, a brass-colored key was mixed in, and he carefully restrained it.

He slowly picked up half of the kitten's face, pinched half of the broken porcelain, and completely immersed himself in his own world.

It hurts.

I really want to die like this.

The incomplete piece of porcelain suddenly gave birth to a kind of magical power, he looked at it in a daze, and suddenly pinched it, the sharp piece of porcelain cut open his wrist, and a blood-red flower bloomed on the smooth wrist—a long scratch, blood Can't wait to gushing out like a beautiful red river, gurgling down, like rolling red beads.

Gu Qianhuan suddenly laughed, and the hoarse laughter echoed in the room.His face was paler from the blood loss.

Leaning against the collapsed low table, Gu Qianhuan closed her eyes, but the indifferent male voice began to chatter endlessly. He told him what kind of system he was, and he only awakened now. , I really want to just fall asleep like this.

"What are you still insisting on?" Apati leaned down and touched the top of the young man's hair with her fingertips: "It's just a little love, exchange it for 1000 billion, host, you won't lose money."

Gu Qianhuan opened her eyes suddenly, "Where did you get 1000 billion?"

Apati let out a chuckle from the tip of her tongue, and covered her neck with the collar buttoned to the top: "Trust me, I won't lie to you, I feel it," he pointed at a small red mole under Gu Qianhuan's collarbone, "You Shaken, host."

Gu Qianhuan didn't know when he left, he was so tired, so tired, why was he still alive, he curled up, his pale face was almost transparent.

Outside the bedroom, Mother Xu knocked on the door with a meal, feeling uneasy.

Before Mr. Gu left, she asked her to deliver food to Gu Qianhuan. I don't know what happened to them. When she was setting the dining table downstairs, she heard extremely loud beating sounds.

Madam Xu knocked for a while, but there was no response at all. No matter how slow she was, she would have sensed that something was wrong. She hurriedly took out the spare key to open the door. Seeing the scene in front of her, half of her body went limp with fright.

"Master Gu!"

The young man fell into a pool of blood. There was a hideous and terrifying scratch on the cold white wrist, and the stinging and sweet blood flowed out. The light-colored plush carpet was full of blood, and a big bright red puddle sank in, gurgling. With the sound of squeaking water, Mama Xu raised her voice, "Come on, help me! Someone's been killed!"

Gu Qianhuan lifted his eyelids with difficulty, he was dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and another emotion flowed out of his body with the blood.

He stopped the other party: "Mother Xu, don't talk."

He didn't stroke too deep, but the valgus flesh looked ferocious, not deep enough to cut off the arteries, the cold hands and feet didn't show any warmth, his pale face, red lips, alluringly like a ghost.

Mama Xu was taken aback: "Master Gu, you must hold on, I'll call the doctor."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at her, his eyes were cold and emotionless, which made people feel cold for a moment, Xu Ma heard him say: "Bring me the medicine box, don't tell anyone about this."

Mama Xu opened her mouth: "But..." What should Mr. Gu do?

Gu Qianhuan looked at her with dark eyes, as if she could see through her thoughts: "Now I am the owner of the bungalow, go get the medicine box."

Xu Ma finished everything in a daze. Gu Qianhuan had already wrapped the bandages. She looked at the back of the young man leaving and turned to tidy up the bedroom.

With so much blood, her hands were trembling. How could Young Master Gu do it? As for notifying Gu Fengyao, she completely gave up on it.

She dare not.

In the days that followed, Gu Fengyao didn't appear often, he seemed to be avoiding Gu Qianhuan, until the end of June, the art exhibition hosted by Gu's Technology was officially announced, and the competition was reviewed by one, two, three judges headed by Zheng Zhongxu, The day when the results were announced was a sunny day.

In the air-conditioned competition hall, a huge crowd gathered celebrities from all walks of life.Gu Qianhuan was also among them. His hands were empty, his slightly long cuffs covered his wrists, and his expression was calm, which contrasted sharply with the excited contestants around him.

This scene fell into someone's eyes, and it looked like he had a plan in mind, and also, Mr. Gu was his - "boyfriend".

Ye Shuchen tried his best to control the expression on his face, and took the initiative to approach Gu Qianhuan with a glass of wine. He said pleasantly, "It's been a long time."

He called the waiter to bring a glass of red wine and handed it over. Gu Qianhuan glanced at him: "I don't drink."

His refusal made Ye Shuchen, who was already holding his breath, even more annoyed. He led the other party to a secluded corner, and then sneered: "No. 47, are you not afraid that I will tell Gu Fengyao?"

Gu Qianhuan remained silent.

The drooping eyelashes blinked, and he actually laughed, it doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore.

But Ye Shuchen thought he was afraid, so he took a step forward and said aggressively: "Since you know that I have something to hold, don't be so superior." He softened his tone: "Forget it, my lord does not remember the faults of villains, as long as you help me One thing, we will write off all the previous things."

"I don't care how you know Zheng Zhongxu, just introduce me, understand?"

"Say it." Gu Qianhuan raised her eyes: "Say it, tell him everything."

Ye Shuchen was stunned, and felt guilty for a moment: "What are you talking about?"

The next moment, his head was on the porch pillar, cold touch and pain came together, he was pinched by the neck, wet and sticky liquid oozed from his forehead, Ye Shuchen opened his eyes, and met a pair of dark eyes, A cold sweat broke out in horror.

His voice was stuck in his throat, he turned a corner, Gu Qianhuan pulled his neck a few more times, it vibrated loudly, the wound on his wrist burst open, he didn't realize it, there were traces of sticky drops of blood On Ye Shuchen's face, the sticky blood made his eyes red.

From Ye Shuchen's point of view, he looks like a demon: "There will be no next time, Ye Shuchen, guess if I dare to kill you."

Ye Shuchen's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't even make a sound, regretting from the bottom of his heart what he had provoked.

Gu Qianhuan slowly withdrew her hand, and walked away under Ye Shuchen's frightened eyes.

When he was out of sight, he opened the silver-white bracelet on his wrist. Sticky blood seeped into his sleeve along his wrist, half of his white sleeve was dyed red, and was covered by a black coat.

Gu Qianhuan frowned imperceptibly, dirty.

He didn't take a few steps when he was called again.

Zheng Zhongxu deliberately avoided the crowd, and his loving eyes fell on him: "Qian Huan."

Gu Qianhuan's eyes flickered slightly: "Teacher."

Zheng Zhongxu teased him: "You still know how to call me teacher, and ran away without saying a word, am I still your teacher? Qian Huan, what are you hiding from me?" He said, frowning: "Give up m country With the achievement of an exchange student incognito, desperately trying to get back, Qian Huan, what are you looking for?"

Gu Qianhuan's pupils constricted, and the hand with the split wound kept shaking. He fell silent and lowered his head obediently, but at that moment, Zheng Zhongxu felt an inexplicable soreness.

His most proud disciple, the most radiant disciple, was beaten to pieces.

It shouldn't be like this.

He is the brightest star, not a flash of light.

Just as Zheng Zhongxu was about to say more, he suddenly paused, his frightened eyes fell on Gu Qianhuan's wrist, and a few drops of blood on the luxurious carpet were dazzling.

Gu Qianhuan's wrist injury was completely exposed.

No one knows better than Zheng Zhongxu how important a pair of nimble hands is to a painter. He was furious: "Who hurt your hands, tell the teacher?"

"Is it because I didn't find out that you still want to keep hiding it? You still refuse to tell me the truth? Who did it?"

When Lu Xueping brought him back, although he was only a teacher, he had been watching Gu Qianhuan grow up, and he had no children, so he had long regarded Gu Qianhuan as his own child. Huan was almost destroyed, and Zheng Zhongxu was furious instantly.

Gu Qianhuan murmured, "It's me."

Zheng Zhongxu looked at him in shock.

Gu Qianhuan lowered her head, her eye sockets were sour, and tears rolled down her jaw: "It's me."

Under his gaze, Gu Qianhuan poked the open wound, and the gurgling blood flowed out. With a calm smile on his face, as if he couldn't feel the slightest pain, he told him: "Teacher, trust me, you won't be hurt at all." It doesn't hurt."

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