Wrong love: the first is best not to meet

Chapter 245

After walking out of the hospital, Gu Xicheng sat in the car, quietly and motionless, his beautiful face became more angular under the sun, his maroon eyes were filled with deep sadness, and only when the camera zoomed in infinitely closer could he be able to Seeing that his eye sockets were slightly red.On weekdays in Gu's Group, he is a god in the eyes of everyone, but at this moment, he is so sad that his heart hurts so much that he wants to shed tears.

In the daylight, he just sat there quietly, his whole body bathed in the quiet light, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow on his smooth, sculpture-like face.

After a long time, the phone rang suddenly in the quiet space, and he frowned slightly, as if the characters in the oil painting suddenly came to life.Reaching out to take out the mobile phone, Ming Jue's name kept beating on the screen of the mobile phone.After hesitating for a while, Xicheng just pressed the answer button.

Ming Jue's anxious voice fell into his ears through the microphone, "Xicheng! Where are you now?"

Looking up at the hospital building in front of him, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I have something to do. What's the matter?" He said in a calm and flat tone, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that Ming Jue over there didn't agree with him, and growled, "What are you pretending to do? The doctor called me and told me. I'll drive to the gate of your company right away, and you go there quickly. I can't wait for you , I will talk to Mo Xuan immediately."

If he was to be calm about everything, he couldn't do it, only that pervert Gu Xicheng would demand that from himself.Ming Jue on the other side of the phone also had red eyes, and his chest heaved violently. He suddenly didn't know what expression he should use to face his fate.Who said it? At first I only believed that the great thing is emotion, but in the end I was powerless to see clearly that what is strong is fate.

And who said that in the palm of fate, we will always be bruised and bloody?
Hearing Mo Xuan's name, Gu Xicheng was slightly stunned, his back was too stiff, and his slender back seemed to be tainted with a halo of sadness.After a while, he said in a low voice, "Yeah. Okay." After saying these two words, he hung up the phone, and his eyes were blank for a moment.All that comes to mind are Mo Xuan's small faces, smiling, crying, sad, sly, quiet, sad, all of them, these are the fetters he can't let go of.

Lowering his head, he pursed his thin lips, and whispered softly between his lips, "Mo Xuan..." Very low.The low ones seem to disappear in an instant.

When he arrived at the company, Ming Jue was already waiting there.He was leaning against the car, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, smoking quietly, in the curling smoke was his serious and sad side face.Her lips were tightly pursed, and her black eyes were lowered, looking at the ground under her feet.

It wasn't until Xicheng approached him and his figure covered his body that he was startled, raised his eyes, and looked at the quiet man in front of him.The peaceful expression and the indifferent and alienated face seemed to be not much different from usual.However, Ming Jue knew that under such a seemingly calm appearance, there were turbulent undercurrents. In his heart, he might have already been in chaos, right?
"Go up and talk." Xicheng pursed his razor-thin lips, spit out such words between his lips and teeth, and then walked forward.Ming Jue raised his head and looked at the man walking in front, with a somewhat too tall back and a calm appearance, as if he should be the focus of the crowd by nature.While thinking this way, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped forward to follow his footsteps.

In the simple and elegant office with gray as the main color, Xi Cheng sat at the desk, looked at Ming Jue who was sitting on the sofa beside him, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

What's up?Ming Jue took out a cigarette from his pocket, looked at Gu Xicheng in front of him, put it back again, tried his best to calm himself down, and said just now, "When are you going to tell Mo Xuan?" The voice was filled with infinite worry and anger. A deep sadness.

Hearing this sentence, Xicheng, who was originally calm, lowered his eyes again, and looked down at the thick pile of documents on the desk, "Let's not talk about it. I will find a chance." After all, it is impossible to be busy, if you have to To tell her, he hoped, to tell her it himself.

Ming Jue let out a long breath, feeling that his chest was blocked by something and he couldn't swallow or spit out, he could only put it there, his breathing was blocked, his heart was sore and unbearable, even more desperate than those days in France.Fate, this word, can be the gentlest or the cruelest.The man in front of him has been the most outstanding existence in the crowd since he was a child, but fate never favored him.

After a while, Ming Jue said in a low voice: "You can do whatever you want. You can't hide it for too long. Besides, let her know, maybe it will be fair to her."

Hearing what he said, Xicheng didn't answer, and the room became quiet for a while, so quiet that you could even hear the wind passing through the hall, whistling in your ears, disturbing the annual rings and disturbing the heart.

In a trance, Mingjue remembered a sentence he had read before, all the endings had already been written, and all the tears had already set off.Looking up, you can see the bustling Jiangcheng under the sky outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Everyone has everyone's story, and everyone has everyone's tears.

After a while, the voice of Xicheng came back to the room again, it was quiet and clear, "Don't tell others about this." The gentle tone was as usual, but it fell into Ming Jue's ears, but he felt choked up in his heart. extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay." Ming Jue nodded and said in a low voice.The voice was short, as if it was sucked into a black hole in the air as soon as it was spoken.Not knowing what to say or what to do for a while, he lowered his head, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a sharp puff.With his eyes closed slightly, he suddenly remembered the first time he met Mo Xuan, her petite figure in the night, she looked like a student.At that time, he even thought that she was a child who lost her temper with her parents and ran away from home.

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.Time flies, and the time flies by.Such words are never false fables.

It's just, if this year can be infinitely extended, marching through the first love and the final farewell, never reaching the end, how good it would be.

He lowered his eyes slightly, thinking in a trance.



(End of this chapter)