In Love With The Uncle

Fu Jinghan didn't move. His chest was filled with anger, tyranny and unwillingness.

Gu Xinning must have been hit too hard by Gu Zhoucheng's death. She was in a bad mood, so she angered herself and didn't want to see herself. He can't give up yet! The more this time, the more he has to stay, so that he can take advantage of it.

Can Gu Xinning become her salvation when she is fragile!

Fu Jinghan was sure of this, so he endured his anger again and looked at Gu Xinning gently.

"Xin Ning, I know you are very sad when Dad dies, and I am also very sad. But people can't come back to life after death. You should be sad. Don't be sad, I will accompany you. No matter what happens, I will accompany you, I......"

"I'll let you go!"

Gu Xinning suddenly broke out, roared at the top of his voice, and his eyes full of red blood were full of sharp hatred.

Why can you say such disgusting words?

"Standing in front of my father who was killed by you, you can still feel so at ease. Fu Jinghan, why are you! Don't you feel guilty and guilty? Get out of here! The farther you go, the better. Never appear in front of me."

Gu Xinning roared loudly, and her chest fluctuated violently because of anger and.

Fu Jinghan didn't know whether he was frightened by her sudden outbreak or felt embarrassed because he didn't have face. Finally, he really left.

No more words, no violence.

He left quickly, opened the door and sat in the car. At this time, he realized that something was wrong, because Gu Xinrui's hatred for herself was so strong that he would be stupid if he couldn't notice anything again.

Why did Gu Xinning say that she seemed to have hurt Gu Zhoucheng for no reason?

Is there something you don't know in the middle?

"Damn it!"

Fu Jinghan angrily hammered the steering wheel, took out his mobile phone and called his people to let them investigate what was going on.

Only Gu Xinning is left in the mourning hall.

She turned decadent and continued to kneel on the ground, mechanically repeating her previous actions.

Ningcheng International Airport.

"Sir, the car is ready."

Han Lin quickly approached Fu Chiyuan and said.

"Let someone find out what's going on."

As Fu Chiyuan said, he strode outside the airport, and the black windbreaker drew a cold arc in mid air. He rushed back from abroad. No matter how fast he was, it was already late at night when he arrived at home.

Thinking that Gu Xinning had helplessly asked for help, that she had changed from hope to despair, and that she was in pain at the moment, he wanted to kill himself a few days ago.

What's there to tangle and care about? Even if he really messed up the plan, could he fail?

Oh, that's ridiculous. I leave in order to avoid the turbulent mood, but I don't know that sometimes the more I avoid, the more guilty I am, and the more hopeless it is.

It's stupid that he didn't realize it before. Now even if he comes back, it's too late.

I didn't expect to be told by the crow in Xizhou.

He's dying of regret now!

The black car sped all the way. It usually drove on the street late at night. Its destination was the funeral home in the suburbs.

Fu Chiyuan didn't bring anyone, and even Han Lin was left by him.

Now he just wanted to see Gu Xinning for the first time, hold her in his arms, apologize to her and tell her he was back. Besides, his brain is blank.

The funeral home late at night was quiet and frightening.

Gu Xinning still knelt in front of the mourning hall, motionless like a statue. The others were ordered by her to rest and stay away. The whole day passed and she didn't eat, drink or feel sleepy.

Dad died and her soul was gone.

She didn't hear footsteps behind her and didn't feel anyone approaching.

"Heart lemon."

Fu Chiyuan pressed down his impatience and worry. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid that if it was bigger, Gu Xinning would be frightened. He called her name softly, but no one answered.

"Heart lemon."

Fu Chiyuan shouted again.

He looked at her slender figure painfully, more annoyed and more regretful.

He stepped forward, half knelt beside Gu Xinning and put his hand around her shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Fu Chiyuan said with guilt. He held Gu Xinning tightly. Her body was cold, like frozen in the ice for a long time. Even if she was held by Fu Chiyuan, she didn't respond.

This kind of Gu Xinning surprised Fu Chiyuan.

"Xin Ning, look up at me."

Gu Xinning didn't move, as if she didn't hear anything.

"Heart lemon!"

Fu Chiyuan's voice had some orders, but the people in his arms still had no response. He felt his anger rising and his mood was very irritable. Fu Chiyuan couldn't help but reach out and pinch Gu Xinning's chin, constantly exerting force.

"Look at me."

His voice dropped several degrees, with a cold command.

Gu Xinning finally reacted. Her thick and warped eyelashes trembled a few times, and then looked at him. Her eyes were opposite, and her eyes were calm without waves, which surprised him.

"I'm back."

He said.

Gu Xinning calmly took Fu Chiyuan's hand away and distanced himself from him. She stood up with her legs. She knelt too long. Her legs were numb. She stumbled and almost fell.

"Be careful!"

Fu Chiyuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold her, and was opened by Gu Xinning.

She stubbornly straightened her back, let her body shake a few times, and then stubbornly stood firm.

"Mr. Fu."

Because she hasn't spoken for too long, her voice is hoarse. It sounds uncomfortable. I want her to drink water to moisten it.

Fu Chiyuan's heart tugged hard, because he saw strangeness and alienation in Gu Xinning's eyes. That's the look in the eyes of irrelevant talents!

"Heart lemon."

Fu Chiyuan subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Gu Xinning's pale face. She avoided expressionless.

"In my father's mourning hall, I hope you can respect yourself, Mr. Fu."

Gu Xinning said, looking at Fu Chiyuan without emotion.

"You..."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fu, for coming to see my father, but now is not the time for guests, so please go back first. If you want to sacrifice, you can come back during the day."

So polite, so alienated, the distance between the two people to the extreme.

It's like a natural moat that can't be crossed.

Fu Chiyuan's fingers moved. He tried to catch Gu Xinning several times, but he held back.

"I don't trust you to be here alone."

"There's nothing to worry about. There are people on duty in the funeral home. Please go back, Mr. Fu."

Every time Gu Xinning said one more word, her voice became more hoarse. Slap big face pale and calm, strange eyes make fu Chiyuan angry and uncomfortable, heart dense pain.

"Xin Ning, I......"

"Mr. Fu!" Gu Xinning coldly interrupted Fu Chiyuan's words. Her eyes finally changed, but she prayed with the last thing he wanted to see. She said, "please go back, please."