Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Beihua suddenly felt a little funny, but the red fever and pain on his face hit him, which made him angry again in the next second.

Gu Qingwei slightly raised his chin, eyes full of contempt and disdain, just hit the person's fist is still tightly clenched, the joints clearly white. He pursed his lips lightly, and his eyes were full of sharp edges.

Uncle pan looked at the confrontation between the father and son without saying a word, and his wrinkled face turned pale quickly. For a moment, the old servant who had been looking after his family for decades did not dare to step forward.

silent.

Gu Beihua suddenly rubbed his sore cheek and chuckled.

Gu Qingwei frowned and suddenly reflected what he wanted to do, so he quickly turned back and helped song dongrou up, "aunt Rou, how are you?"

Song dongrou covered her belly and hummed a few syllables. Her face was full of pain.

Before Gu Qingwei could hear what she was saying, he heard Gu Beihua's voice come down, "little boy, do you know what you are doing now?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, but it was accompanied by a faint smile. It only made people feel chilly, shivering and gloomy. The hall of the villa was very quiet. At this time, Gu Beihua's voice was whispering, as if it came from the ghost below the 18th floor of Shura hall.

Gu Qingwei also smile, smile of a pair of peach eyes curved into crescent shape, "you really disgusting."

Gu Beihua's cold smile in his eyes suddenly dispersed, and the surging anger behind the faint peach blossom came. In a moment, Gu Qingwei was sure that he saw a trace of killing in his so-called father's eyes.

Can't bear it at last?

Gu Qingwei hooks his lips and holds song dongrou up and sits down, as if he can't realize what kind of vicious anger he is in.

Gu Beihua shook his arm, sank his face and said, "come to the study."

Gu Qingwei, however, as if he had not heard his words, still lowered his head and focused on observing song dongrou's pale face until Gu Beihua's second sentence rang out in his ear, "you'd better listen, or you know the consequences."

He said extremely indifferent, Gu Qingwei's heart is suddenly pulled.

When he looked back, Gu Beihua had already gone upstairs, leaving a frightened pan Shuyi.

Uncle Pan's face was like dirt, and he said in a low voice, "young master, there is an ice bag in the refrigerator. Go and get some and apologize to the master."

Gu Qingwei heartache for a while, reluctantly raised a smiling face, said, "Uncle pan, you leave me alone, take my aunt Rou to the hospital, I think she fell very seriously."

After leaving uncle pan, Gu Qingwei turned and went upstairs.

Gu Beihua watched with satisfaction as he pushed open the door of his study and came in. However, he sat in the corner of the table and did not move. He just looked at him quietly. Next to Gu Beihua stood several servants, all with their heads down.

This kind of look at animals soon made Gu Qingwei feel very uncomfortable. He twisted his eyebrows and took the lead in saying, "why do you want to embarrass aunt Rou? She's just a woman. Do you think it's appropriate for you to do so? "

Gu Beihua touched out a cigarette, and a group of blue and white smoke with contempt escaped between his lips and teeth. "What qualifications do you think you have to stand out for her?"

Gu Qingwei lost his patience for a moment because of his strange tone, "aunt Rou has raised me for so many years, why am I not qualified?"

"The white eyed wolf." Gu Beihua took a hard breath, "it's me who has raised you for so many years! Why, now that you think your wings are hard, you want to help that bitch ride on my head? Little boy, don't you weigh your weight? "

Gu Qingwei's face was blue for a while, and he clenched his fist in silence.

Gu Beihua glanced at him with disdain and said, "do you still want to hit me? Are you qualified enough? If I hadn't thought you were my son just now, did you really think you could get close to me? "

Gu Qingwei's face, which is very similar to his own, is silent, and his anger is boiling quickly.

Gu Beihua took a little half of the smoke away from his lips and pressed it into the ashtray, kneading it into a handful of ashes. He then calmly raised his head, his eyes suddenly shot a bit murderous, like a lion crawling in the jungle, finally slowly revealed a sharp tooth.

He gave a sudden order, "tie him up for me!"