CEO Above, Me Below

Chapter 652: Miyazaki self-harm

Miyazaki said in front of the oil picture, a hand draped over the oil painting and stopped on a burning cloud. "Do not answer right, you certainly don't want my life to be short, otherwise I am getting engaged now."

Everything is doomed.

He turned his back on all the big turns, but he still returned to this house, or assumed the so-called responsibility.

He pressed it on the oil painting, and the oil image of the burning cloud was opened like an organ, and a photo fell from the inside.

The back of the photo is facing up, with some quick blurring on it.

Xi Yu, my brother likes you, when you grow up, your brother will marry you.

Miyazaki took the picture and lay down on the bed, his body deeply sinking into the quilt. He looked at the light hanging above the head, and the light in his eyes showed a desperate light.

The phone suddenly shook.

Miyazaki picked up the mobile phone and sent the information from the maid. He sent the photo of the wedding gown that he did not try on to his mobile phone.

Every picture reminds him that he is getting married.

He wants to take the road he most wants to walk, and it is the time of most of his life.

"boom"

Miyazaki took the phone out.

It seems that all the air in the room was taken away, and the palace did not even breathe smoothly. He held the photo in one hand, and the man curled up in pain and bowed his back. Like a sick person, he painfully swung around the bed.

In a short while, his face was full of sweat, and his gray eyes were desperate and desperate, with no glory.

For a long time, he couldn't stand the feeling of suffocation. The man sat up from the bed and took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

His solid arms have a new wound on the body. The flesh has a new and old, old and old, and the stars are very scary.

Miyazaki sat there, reached for the drawer in the bed, picked up a black utility knife from the inside, and directly ejected the blade and stroked his arm.

The blade crossed.

Blood comes out.

With that pain in the wound, the palace was much more comfortable, and the man leaned back and looked at his arm sweating.

Looking at his own scars, Miyajima felt extremely happy.

I haven't thought that after more than ten years, Gong Ou still knows him very well. He is a weak, unbearable man. As long as he is overwhelmed by pressure, he is not hiding or dying.

But this time, he can't choose to hide or choose to die.

Only energy consumption.

It took him the day that he could no longer afford it.

Palace Gong sat there, erected a leg, and his hand rested on his knees casually. He looked down at the blood at the wound and fell down on his body, dripping on the bed, and the color was bright red.

Comfortable.

Miyazaki leaned back and looked up slowly to enjoy the rare joy of this moment.

The sun swayed through the window, slamming through the furniture, licking the paintings, and sorrowing like a hand gently stroking.

"Hey."

The knock on the door sounded.

Gong Gong suddenly opened his eyes and a voice rang outside. "Master, your mobile phone is not shut down, Miss York called to go out for a walk."

Take a walk.

Miyazaki turned to look at the photo that was put aside him, laughing at himself with a mockery. "I know you won't make me comfortable for a long time."

He blames him.

Therefore, he is only immersed in pain incessantly.

When the palace was down from the bed, the sleeves were pulled straight down without a wound, and the photos were put back into the oil painting of the burning cloud, and the jacket was put on and put on, and the clothes were placed in the dressing mirror.

The servants came in from the outside. "The young master is going to make an appointment."

"Go." said Gong Gong, gently spit out a word and looked at himself in the mirror.

"The young master is really good with Miss York recently. The engagement is approaching. The lady is very happy. I went to the banquet today." The servant stood by and said.

Impression, the lady has not gone out to attend the banquet for a long time, it is rare.

"Then tell me about my date today."

Let the mother be happy again.

"Yes, the young master." The maid said with a smile, his eyes suddenly slammed into the clothes on the palace, and the blood was stained on it, suddenly stunned, "big master, your clothes"

Gong Yi looked down at his clothes, only to find that the shirt had a pool of blood, indifferent, "just scratched, you go to get a set of clothes."

He calmly calms.

"Yes." The maid turned and walked toward the locker room. He squatted under his feet and almost touched the oil painting. The palace face changed and shouted loudly, "Don't touch my paintings."

The gentle young master suddenly became angry, and the servant was shocked. He tried to hold on to his hand and retracted. He stood up from the ground and ran towards the locker room.

God, it turns out that the young master is no better than the second master.

When Xiao Nian began to study the daily life of Gong Jue and Luo Qi, day and night, I looked down one by one, forgetting to eat.

In the night, the lights illuminate the whole castle. When Miyau came out of the bathroom, she saw a small book sitting on the bed holding a yellowed log. She wore a bathrobe and the white lining of her bathrobe won her skin. A long-length hand was placed on the side of the shoulder, and the black and white eyes looked at the book seriously.

"Looking, your eyes don't hurt."

Miyao went over and sat down beside her, her brows tightened tightly.

"I am going to get engaged soon, I want to look for it again." Shi Xiaonian said, looked up at him, and Gong Ou snorted. "You really thought that finding something here would make your mother change heart."

"Is not sure."

When Xiao Nian said.

Gong Oula pulled the quilt and sat beside her. One hand smashed into her waist and took the log in her hand in one hand. She was strong and said, "No more reading, no sleep."

When Xiao Nian looked at him, "Let me see it again."

"Not allowed to see"

"It can be an engagement ceremony right away. You are not saying that it is the last time. If you get engaged, you can't recover anything." When Xiao Nian went to grab the book.

"That's not allowed to see"

Miyamoto threw the log aside and held her firmly into her arms in one hand, preventing her from having the opportunity to get the book again.

When I was in the "Miyao", I couldn't help but frown. "You don't want to be so overbearing. It's not that you said that I am wrong. I am trying to make up for it now."

time is limited.

If she can't think of a way, she can only watch this mistake and continue.

"Yes, this is what I said, but I also said, your fault is my fault." Gongou stared at her. "I am responsible for this mistake."

"I am afraid that you will come." When Xiaonian admits to the ground.

"I will mess around"

"You have been messing around."

Miyagami’s IQ was challenged and she was stunned by her. “When you read, do you want to compare with my IQ?”

"I want to compare with you about emotional intelligence." Shi Xiao Nian is a serious and authentic.

"Get out of the way"

"Oh, then I went to see the log." When Xiaonian decisively turned and went out of bed, he was returned by Gong Ou La, and Gong Ou took her into her arms and her arms around her neck. "How come you woman." Now I look down on what my emotional intelligence is. I don’t have enough face to look at you."

""

This is a kind of self-confidence. If you haven’t been immersed in a repressed atmosphere recently, you will want to laugh.

She pulled down his arm and looked back at him. "So you admit that your emotional intelligence is low."

"How do I want to kill you?"

Gong Ouyu her.

"Well, don't look at the log. Basically, I have read it roughly." When Xiaonian sat down, he looked at him with his hand on his face. "Looking so much, I found that my father is really ”

"What is it?"

Gongou stared at her.

"It's a deserted person." When Xiao Nian thought about it, he said it straight out. He looked at Gongao without any surprise. "Even when I was getting married, my father didn't have time to accompany her mother. The only thing she was with her." When I was together, I was talking about the cooperation between the two companies, not to mention what I took care of during pregnancy, and at most two servants."

Good indifferent man.

"Most of the marriages are like this. What's weird, you think that like the ones in your comics, all of you love to die and live," Miyao said dismissively. "There are such men in reality."

"What are you?"

When Xiao Nian blurted out, he really lived for her death.

Miyao squinted at her and said nothing, "I have surpassed mortals."

""

What kind of face did he use to say this?

When Xiao Nian looked at him helplessly, his hands wrapped around his knees and said, "This man is too cold, the mother loved him for so many years, and the care he received was pitiful."

""

"Mother will become such a responsibility." Xiaoxuan said, "My father did not consider it for his mother before he died, and let his mother keep the palace for so many years."

""

Miyao listened, and a pair of black eyes stared at her soft lips.

"Miyao, you said what kind of charm the father has in the end so that the mother loves so much that the mother listens to his every sentence."

It is said that Miyako’s nephew is deep and the voice is low. "I don't know."

""

"If it weren't for his son, I would be willing to cooperate with someone like my father." Gong Outon paused and said slowly, "Father, this person has only ambition in his heart. He wants to look up and he wants to stay in the name. Therefore, he saw the palace home all his life, and the rest of him could not see anything."

What is this, Luo Qi falls in love with the ambition of the monarch

""

"Working with him is a happy thing, because he strives for everything to be the best. And to be his son, only to be forced to the corner." Gong Ou said, the voice became cold, "in his eyes Our son is only a tool to inherit the tools of Yu Wei."

When Xiao Nian looked at him, his eyes were slightly moving. "Miyao, you still blame him, are you?"

Even the palace has passed away.

Miyako’s face sank, his lips linger, and he did not say a word.

"Let's say, there is something to be restrained in front of me, some emotions still have to be properly vented, isn't it?" Xiao Nian pushed him and said.