I heard he had an affair with the actor

It's unbelievable that Gu Xingfeng actually got together with this 36-line!

Wang Siming stared at Yan Mo viciously with a resentful expression on his face.

Leprechaun!

Gu Xingfeng hurriedly pushed Yanmo away: "What expression do you have! We didn't do anything!"

Yan Mo squinted his eyes, his expression thoughtful.

Suddenly there was a whirlwind, Yan Mo hugged Gu Xingfeng by the waist, Wang Siming's jaw almost dropped in shock.

this position...

Could it be...Gu Xingfeng...not top! ! !

Why should his family's precious film star be stuffed with a big and thick little transparent sauce!

The film king should be a strong attack!

"Hey! What are you doing!" Gu Xingfeng kicked his legs indiscriminately, his cheeks puffed up.

"The ground is too cold, don't step on it barefoot."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Yan Mo rubbed Gu Xingfeng's broken hair: "My heart hurts."

Teng——

The temperature in the room rose instantly.

This is no longer betraying people!

Wang Siming's heartbroken face, what about the aura of scolding me, and the courage to play the gangster boss, who is calling himself the big boss in front of fans, who is swearing that he will never have a date!

Lies, all lies!

"Ahem!" Wang Siming coughed dryly: "What happened to those two people outside the door? Why are they lying on the ground?"

Yan Mo put Gu Xingfeng on the bed, and said coldly, "I did it."

"!" Wang Siming stared: "You did it! Are you reasonable? Can't you say something? Why are you so violent? You broke them, and we are the ones who lost money!"

Yan Mo stood up straight, and walked to Wang Siming without looking sideways: "I'll give you the compensation."

In the dark ward, Yan Mo's tall figure gradually approached, his face as indifferent as an iceberg showed no expression, Wang Siming's throat tightened and he took a step back.

"I'll let you know when I receive the details!"

"it is good."

Yan Mo said coldly, "Let's go."

"Oh... hey?! Why did I go? You should go!"

Wang Siming walked around Yan Mo on tiptoe, sprinted behind Gu Xingfeng, and whispered to his ear: "You let him go quickly, it's not good to be seen by other people!"

"The headline about your suicide has just been wiped out by sister Xu. If it breaks out again to support a starlet, you will be ruined..."

Gu Xingfeng's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Who told you that I adopted a starlet..."

Wang Siming patted him on the shoulder, blinked and fired a signal, pretending, I understand!

I went to Nima!Gu Xingfeng punched it with a fist.

Wang Siming clutched his chest, his fingertips trembling: "You...you..."

"You can beat me for this little fairy now? Ang!"

"Get out of here early!" Gu Xingfeng's face flushed red, Yan Mo strode forward, picked up Wang Siming's neck and threw him out.

Bang———

The door was closed tightly, and Yan Mo stepped forward slowly. Under the moonlight, his eyes were sharp, like a wolf ready to go.

"What... what are you doing?!" Gu Xingfeng flinched on the bed.

"It's late." Yan Mo patted Gu Xingfeng's head: "Let's rest."

Yan Mo's fingertips were cold, and raindrops were still dripping on his cheeks. Gu Xingfeng was upset by the familiar yet unfamiliar smell.

"Why am I sleeping with you here? Fuck off." Gu Xingfeng waved his hands irritably.

"I'll watch over you."

Gu Xingfeng was at a loss for words, and then he became angry: "Why do you guard me? Do I need you? What kind of onion are you?!"

"I don't want to see you now, I hate you very much, you go away!"

Yan Mo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes darkened, as if there were waves surging.

From the moment he saw the news, Yan Mo's heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a pair of big hands, pain, suffocation, and fear. He rushed from City Z to the Imperial Capital non-stop. The journey of just a few hours was long for him. as if for centuries.

He was afraid that something would happen to Gu Xingfeng, even if he only saw a few lines on the news, it would be enough to stab him like a knife.

He kept regretting and blaming himself, and nothing else seemed to matter at that moment. His mind was full of Gu Xingfeng, wanting to hug him hard, tie him by his side, and be with him forever.

Gu Xingfeng's heart panicked from being stared at by Yan Mo, and his voice tightened: "Whether I love to go or not! It's up to you!"

After finishing speaking, she lay down on the bed with a plop, turned her back to Yanmo and pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Yan silently sat by the bed, his gaze fluctuated slightly, and he stopped talking.

After a while, he finally spoke slowly.

"On my parents' wedding anniversary, I was driving out for a trip, and there was a series of car accidents on the highway that day."

"Their car was caught in the middle, my mother was in the passenger seat, and she died within moments of the accident."

"My father waited until he was rescued, but after being sent to the hospital, he was unconscious in the intensive care unit due to excessive blood loss."

"I was dumbfounded when I got the call, can you imagine the feeling?"

"Yesterday, they were still smiling and waving at you. In the blink of an eye, one was lying in the cold morgue, and the other was unconscious in the intensive care unit."

The quilt trembled suddenly.

Yan Mo's eyes are calm, his tone is as calm as water, and his voice is low and hoarse, as if he is opening a diary that has been dusty for many years. When he flips through it, there is a burst of dust, and there are circles of yellow marks on the corners. The more he looks at it, the more his nose feels sour. Eye sockets are red hot.

The accident happened out of town, and Yan Mo's father was taken directly to the nearest local hospital.

Yan Mo rushed to the office, and after signing the contract, he underwent surgery for several hours, but the result was not satisfactory.

His life was temporarily saved, but he was still unconscious.

Oxygen insertion, intravenous drip, high-precision equipment, 24-hour monitoring, a little carelessness is the result that Yanmo cannot bear.

On the other side, Yan Mo's mother had been in the morgue for a few days, and the staff warned him that he had to go through the formalities quickly. Yan Mo didn't even have a chance to kneel beside his mother, hold his hand and cry, and was caught in a blink of an eye. A large crowd of people criticized, berated, and rushed to send away the mother's body.

That period of time was really too painful and terrible. If a person is always drowning in despair, he will go crazy.

Father's health was deteriorating, and the number in the passbook was getting less and less. Later, he had to ask someone to sell the house. He rented a small basement near the hospital and worked various odd jobs every day, which could barely cover all the medical expenses.

Like a headless fly, he worked so hard for several months without thinking, until Gu Xingfeng made a phone call to bring him back to reality.

"Why didn't you answer my call?!"

"Where have you been all this time? I'm going to be mad at you!"

"I tell you Yanmo, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will never forgive you in my life!"

bang bang-

In the dark basement, someone slammed on the door frantically, and with a loud bang, the fragile and vulnerable wooden door was slammed open.

"Sorry, I have something to do, hang up first—"

The phone was hung up, and a group of menacing, burly men rushed in with baseball bats in their hands.

The flower-armed man smiled on the surface: "I'm sorry, little classmate, let's get the money!"

Yan Mo looked coldly: "I've already paid off the money."

The man snorted, and said, "That's just the principal, and there's interest! Are you pretending to be a fool with me?"

"A total of 13 with principal and interest!" Yan Mo's eyes were sharp, and his voice was cold: "It's not a lot! You are the ones who are pretending to be stupid!"

"Huh?" The man laughed: "Eight out and fourteen out! It's clearly written in black and white!"

The man narrowed his eyes and continued, "If you don't pay back the rest of the money today, boy, you won't be able to get out alive!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced down, and several men around him swung iron bars and smashed in the narrow basement.

There was a loud clanging noise, furniture big and small crackled and fell to the ground, and the devil's laughter echoed in my ears, making people go crazy.

With a bang, a black and white photo fell to the ground, and broken glass was scattered all over the place.

"Damn, what is it, bad luck!"

A yellow-haired man kicked him in disgust, and spat out.

Yan Mo's brain exploded, and when he came to his senses, he was already riding on Huang Mao's body, beating him crazily with a ferocious face.

He himself didn't know how many hands he had hit, his fists were bright red, and the person lying on the ground was like a silk.

The incident was on the verge of breaking out, and the already tense emotions were instantly ignited.

After being stunned for a moment, everyone came back to their senses, rushed over in a swarm, and swung a huge baseball bat around Yan Mo. One of them hit Yan Mo's head, and black and red blood snaked down his forehead, like A ferocious centipede.

Huang Mao's eyes were about to split, he stood up tremblingly, took out a gun from his waist, aimed at Yan Mo's shoulder and stabbed it like lightning.

With a puff, Yan Mo snorted, his shoulders were stained with blood, and he fell to the ground.

A few footprints were stepped on the black and white photos in the corner, and the shattered pieces of glass deeply irritated him. Yan Mo's eyes were red and his mind was blank. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a sharp object.

He got up and stabbed hard.

what------

There was a painful and shrill roar.

Yanmo's hands were pierced by glass pieces, and when he let go tremblingly, the glass pieces had already pierced the yellow-haired eyeballs.

More than blood.

Some things, whether intentional or not, regardless of the circumstances at the time, regardless of sincere repentance.

Once done, there is no going back.

As he once said, if the opportunity is gone, you can fight for it again, and if you go wrong, you can't turn back.

He changed from an ordinary high school student to a juvenile delinquent suspected of intentionally hurting others, with no chance of regret.He will never forget the years of dark life in the juvenile prison.

Later he was released from prison and went to City Z.

Later, he met Gu Xingfeng.

"Where's uncle?" Gu Xingfeng rushed out of the quilt suddenly, his face was already wet.

Under the moonlight, it looks like pieces of broken and dazzling crystals.

"Has he recovered physically?"

Yan Mo shook his head, his tone was hoarse and obscure:

"He passed away."