Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"No!"

Gu Qingwei yelled at the top of his voice and used the last trace of strength left all over his body.

This roar was quite moderate, and made his whole face red. From his neck to the root of his ears, under the thin layer of skin on his neck, cyan vessels twisted into different shapes of mountains.

He gasped heavily, almost gnashing his teeth, and said, "aunt Rou is not that kind of person!"

"She's not that kind of person? What kind of people? " Gu Beihua feels funny, slightly raises half eyebrows and looks at Gu Qingwei with great interest.

Gu Qingwei's heart "clattered" for a while, and he couldn't say why, but his attitude was still very tough and firm, "in a word... This is not what aunt Rou said." The momentum obviously weakened a lot.

Gu Beihua forced to close his eyes. He looked at him with a smile and said, "I have no heart, and I don't want to treat you and the woman surnamed song as anything. I'll offer you delicious food and drink. You should learn to be smart. Don't see what you shouldn't see, and don't hear what you shouldn't hear. I haven't taught you these principles before. I'll tell you today, If you understand, just go back and wait for me. I'll wait until I finish my work. "

Gu Qingwei's body was colder than before, and it was cold from body to heart.

In his memory, this should be the most words Gu Beihua once said to him. After tasting it for a few seconds, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Gu Beihua is about to lift his legs to go out, but his trouser legs are suddenly pulled. He feels that his patience has been consumed to the verge of collapse. He "tut" in disgust. When he is about to open his mouth, Gu Qingwei's voice rings in his ear, "it's none of aunt Rou's business. Don't embarrass her!"

Gu Beihua just thought it was funny. He gave him a cold stare and kicked him away without mercy. Then he straightened his tie and walked out quickly.

Gu Qingwei bit his teeth and slowly got up from the ground. The smell of fishy sweetness in his throat surged up, forcing him to almost spit it out. Gu Beihua used a lot of strength to kick his feet, and every time he kicked his stomach, he was tossing it up and down. His breakfast was stirring.

Gu Qingwei holds a corner of his desk and slides a few lines of cold sweat down his forehead. His lips were pale, but he didn't care about his cramped abdomen. He was thinking about the next strategy.

Since Gu Beihua doesn't work here, he has to find another way next.

Once upon a time, he would not fight for fame, wealth and property for so many years, but now he can't. the situation is like this, so he has no choice. If he dares to relax a little bit, Gu Beihua will force him to disappear in the world. What about his own son? Even if his veins are flowing with the same blood as Gu Beihua, what happens? For a cold-blooded animal without any emotion, these can not be the roadblocks to shake the ideas he has already generated.

As for song dongrou, not to mention that Gu Beihua was not very patient with her, and now he still keeps her. I'm afraid it depends on the face of the senior directors of the Song family. If Gu Beihua can grasp all the real power of the company and song dongrou has no use value, what will he do?

Gu Qingwei gritted his teeth and forced himself to pull his thoughts back. He did not dare to think further.

After chewing the words Gu Beihua had just left carefully for several times, Gu Qingwei's face changed, and he walked forward with his painful body.