I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He was so hard, so crazy, so anxious, the youth occupied his whole mind, the fear and eagerness that could not be described in any words, he completely lost his former composure.

Deep pits were punched out of the hard anti-theft door, and the man's finger bones twisted strangely, leaving blood marks on the door panel. Gu Fengyao screamed Gu Qianhuan's name like crazy.

Until there was a faint sound, the door opened from the inside, and he froze in place, his stiff body remained motionless, staring at Gu Qianhuan as if he had found a treasure, the inner impulse and ecstasy poured out at this moment, he hugged the young man: "Huanhuan, you're still here, you're still here."

Gu Qianhuan blinked and recognized him dully, then, he gave up and failed.

He didn't know if the Gu Fengyao in front of him was real or not, he was very uncomfortable, his waist was tightened by him, he couldn't breathe, he struggled slightly, but the next moment Gu Fengyao touched his face, his eyes were shining with hot flames , is Eros, is fanaticism.

He was caught in the fire light and was stunned.

Gu Fengyao urgently expressed his joy: "Huanhuan, you're fine, it's good that you're fine."

His gaze deeply imprinted every inch of the young man's face, delicate eyebrows, moist eyes, bright red lips, he raised the corners of his lips, and the wonderful feeling of regaining it made him feel like falling into the clouds.

Until he looked down and saw the bright red blood on the pure white satin pajamas of the young man, from his cuffs to his trousers, the oxidized red and his empty pupils, his pupils were constricted, falling from heaven to hell at a speed: " Huanhuan."

Gu Fengyao couldn't even cry, his lips trembled, his breathing was stagnant, his lungs deprived of oxygen made him suffocate, and his mind was dizzy.

Gu Qianhuan quietly opened his cuffs, and the dark red and blood-filled sleeves stained his white fingertips red. When he pushed up, blood drops dripped down. He smiled at him innocently: "Do you have roses?" ?Look, here's my rose, it's in bloom."

Gu Fengyao almost lost his voice.

The young man's wrist, which should have been smooth, was engraved with hideous scars, layer upon layer, with bright red blood gushing out, really like a rose, a rose that would kill him.

He couldn't hold back almost instantly: "Huanhuan, don't scare me, I'll take you to the hospital, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Before he finished speaking, he picked up the young man, only to realize that he was so thin, his hands grasped his waist, and only touched a row of raised bones, touching his palm.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, in the emergency room of Jingcheng No.1 Civilian Hospital, Gu Qianhuan sent her to the hospital, and the doctor took her directly to the emergency room for emergency treatment.

Gu Fengyao was sitting in the corridor, the air conditioner was fully turned on, he lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, until the doctor in the white coat called him, Gu Fengyao seemed to be alive, and the hoarse words came out of his throat: "Doctor , Save Huanhuan."

The doctor took off his mask and looked at him sternly: "You should be glad you came in time."

Gu Fengyao's body froze, but the doctor continued: "The patient is in hemorrhagic shock caused by massive bleeding, and he is out of danger for the time being, but judging from the coagulation state of the wound and blood stains, it has been a while. His wounds are deep and numerous, the deepest of which is The cut, almost reaching five millimeters, is also this one, which almost cut the ulnar artery and the radial artery, if it is a little later, no one will be able to save it."

"Who are you to him?"

Gu Fengyao opened his mouth and squeezed his voice out of his throat: "Ex-boyfriend."

The doctor's expression froze: "Is that so... You should have been with him for a while, have you noticed any abnormalities in the patient? He is often in a daze, depressed or suddenly excited. During the examination, I was in his other hand I suspect he has depression, if you know his family, please contact them for early diagnosis and treatment."

Gu Fengyao's ears were ringing, he couldn't hear anything, he knew that Huanhuan had cut his wrists, but he never thought it would be for this reason, he grabbed his neckline and muttered to himself: "I was wrong, I was wrong... ..."

The doctor was used to seeing life and death, but he was in a daze for a moment. Gu Fengyao's grief was too deep. He didn't know what misunderstanding there was between the couple, but...

The doctor said: "If you have any conflicts, you can go to him and confess. He should be awake by this time."

Gu Fengyao got up suddenly, but he stopped him: "Your hand, remember to go to the department to treat the wound."

Gu Fengyao nodded, but he turned around and came to the ward, and saw the snow-white gauze wrapped around the young man's wrist on the bed, his hands clenched tightly, and his heart also tightened for a moment.

In fact, Gu Qianhuan had woken up a long time ago. The lights in the ward were bright, and the large expanse of white snow stimulated him. The smell of disinfectant pulled back his sanity, including his wrists, and there was a tinge of pain.

The previous frames and scenes played back in his mind, and his heart unexpectedly calmed down properly.

He was in so much pain.

But after cutting his wrists, he actually felt better. Gu Qianhuan looked at the thick gauze, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the emotions that had been running rampant in his body had an outlet to vent, and his eyes shimmered slightly.

His eyes moved slightly, and Gu Qianhuan saw the man standing on the side, his eyes were sharp for a moment, he remembered the teacher's appearance before he died, that scene was too painful, he frowned, and looked away.

Gu Fengyao opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He felt inferior and desperate in front of the young man, and after a moment of stalemate, he said, "Huanhuan, I'm sorry, but I really didn't. I didn't hurt your teacher."

Gu Qianhuan didn't make a sound, and the silence spread in the ward.

At this moment, Gu Fengyao finally felt the pain in his fingers. He lowered his eyes and stood where he was, the glare of the incandescent lamp cast a shadow like thick ink.

He remembered the clip of being on the rooftop during the day.

At that time, he was led by the waiter to see Zheng Zhongxu, who greeted him and took him directly to the rooftop under the pretext of having something to do. Because of the incident between Xu Yanzhi and L Base, he had been on guard against him and was also curious about what he was. He is even more worried that he will be unfavorable to Huanhuan.

Gu Fengyao decided to go up.

In July, the sun is not as intense as in summer, and it is still a little hot.

Zheng Zhongxu's attitude was calm, but the first sentence caught him off guard: "Do you love Qianhuan?"

Gu Fengyao's breath was stagnant, and the planned plan was completely overturned. Before he could answer, Zheng Zhongxu said, "You love Qianhuan? I love Qianhuan too."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You should have found something, then continue to search, I called you here just to tell you, I will not ruin Qianhuan, Qianhuan is the one I watched long Big boy, I feel sorry for him before it's too late, but you—"

Zheng Zhongxu only hated that he was busy with painting at that time and ignored Qian Huan. When he found out, he had already made a big mistake: "How could you make him hurt so much? The child I took care of was hurt like that by you. Gu Fengyao, you There is a price to pay."

Gu Fengyao's eyes were dark, his clenched hands were hanging on his sides, he didn't say a word, all words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, he also hated, hated himself.

However, he has realized that he is paying the price for his past mistakes: "Mr. Zheng, believe it or not, I am willing to give everything for Huanhuan."

Zheng Zhongxu observed his expression, and suddenly laughed out loud. He had been kind all his life, and now he laughed, and the laughter mixed into the wind, and it turned into a bit of wanton rampant: "Me too, I can give everything for Qianhuan .”

"Gu Fengyao, remember, this is your price."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped down from the rooftop.

So hasty and decisive, Gu Fengyao completely miscalculated, he never thought that Zheng Zhongxu would bet his life directly, how could he know that the price was so tragic, and he didn't even know that Zheng Zhongxu counted a good time, because Ruan Jiaming's words were completely disrupted.

As a result, his most beloved apprentice witnessed his death with his own eyes, and the hot blood on his body also splashed all over him.

Zheng Zhongxu's words did not add any water, he hit the mark, in Gu Qianhuan's eyes, he would bear a living human life, the more he tried to make up, the more the gap between them widened, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Gu Fengyao faintly felt that this was his last chance. After today, he and the young man would only drift away, and there was no room for redemption.

He was flustered and at a loss.

Glittering eyes slid across the young man, and then, Gu Fengyao looked straight at the opened fruit basket, and a hoarse voice came into Gu Qianhuan's ear: "Huanhuan, I will accompany you, I will accompany you."

Gu Fengyao picked up the fruit knife over there and aimed it at his wrist, the snow-white knife edge was cut instantly, and sticky blood splashed on his face, leaving a little bit of fishy heat.

The moment the blade sliced ​​through the wrist muscles, there was a tearing pain from the nerves, which turned out to be so painful, so painful.

But how many times has his Huanhuan been cut, how much pain should his Huanhuan have?

Gu Fengyao shook his wrist, with a satisfied smile on his face, he showed Gu Qianhuan: "Huanhuan, look, we are the same, is this enough?"

The blood-stained blade slashed down again, and he held up the knife. The turned-out wound was horrifying, and a large stream of blood gushed out from the cut wound: "Huanhuan, is this enough, is it enough?"

He said nervously: "I'm the same as you, Huanhuan, I'll be in pain with you, Huanhuan, we're in the same pain, please forgive me, please forgive me?"

His posture was so humble that he was in the dust.

Gu Qianhuan looked at him, it turned out that she used to have such a posture, so humble.

His eyes were heavy, and he stared at the man for a long time, he would never believe it again, for a moment, he even felt that the man was his own hallucination, it was ridiculous.

How could he have such affection?

Gu Qianhuan laughed loudly, the room echoed Qingyue's laughter, he burst into tears, his brows were extremely bright, like a tree of sparks, he tilted his head: "Why?"

"Do I have anything to do with Mr. Gu? What wrong did Mr. Gu do, why did you tell me?"

Gu Qianhuan's eyes flickered, and there was darkness in his eyes.

Gu Fengyao couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, the clear indifference turned into countless sharp arrows, piercing his heart.

"Huanhuan, I..." He muttered, unable to say a word, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from outside the door, and when he saw the scene inside, he exclaimed: "He cut his wrist!"

Cheng Yan saw the situation clearly, and Huo Di lowered his face: "President Gu, you can go outside if you are sick, don't scare Qian Huan."

Gu Fengyao was speechless, he was taken away from the ward by force, and the wound was bandaged. Zhang Linzheng, who came over after hearing the news, was terrified when he saw this scene. yes?"

Gu Fengyao looked unpredictable, his eyes fell on the bandaged wrist, and he said: "It turns out that cutting your wrist is so painful."

Zhang Lin was extremely shocked: "Cut your wrists?!"

He asked cautiously: "What's the matter with you recently? Is there anything bothering you?"

Gu Fengyao lowered his eyelids to cover the surging emotions in his eyes: "Do you know the consequences of self-eating?"

Zhang Lin was dumbfounded, but saw him get up suddenly: "Help me make an appointment with the best psychiatrist."

Zhang Lin: "???"

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