Forced to be a licking dog for a sick villain every day

Gu Mingshan sneered and said, "Slick tongue."

Cheng Xiyu tilted his head and smiled cutely: "Thank you for the compliment."

Gu Mingshan raised his eyebrows slightly, but no one dared to talk to him like this for many years.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the bright and beautiful girl in front of him, and snorted coldly: "Miss Cheng, you are so disrespectful now, is it because Gu Li likes you?"

Cheng Xiyu raised her brows. Respect is mutual. If the other party doesn't give her a good look, she won't put her face on someone else's cold ass.

If you have to say whether there are similarities between her and Gu Li, it is probably because they are too lazy to take the opinions of people who have never been related to each other to heart.

As for whether Gu Lixi likes her?

She thought about it, Gu Li didn't have any other opposite sex around him, and he treated her very well, so he probably liked her, right?

Just thinking about it made her face feel hot.

You can't lose in a quarrel, she gave an ambiguous "hmm".

Gu Mingshan himself didn't expect to hear any answers from her, and said suddenly: "It's ridiculous, you don't really think that Gu Li likes you, do you?"

Cheng Xiyu's smile froze, what do you mean?

Not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, she "huh" again, smiling harmlessly.

Gu Mingshan sarcastically said: "How confident I am, Miss Daocheng, it turns out that you don't even know who Gu Li really likes."

Cheng Xiyu suppressed the smile on her face, she instinctively didn't want to continue listening, as if something was about to surface, but she somehow didn't want to know.

She bowed: "Old man, forgive me for not having time to listen to your tongue twisters..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Mingshan snorted coldly: "Miss Cheng just swore that what she said was sincere and sincere, and she didn't even dare to listen to the truth, it's sad and lamentable."

Cheng Xiyu's expression froze.

Gu Mingshan didn't hold back anymore, he pointed to the coffee table paved with marble, and there was a yellow document bag on it: "Don't you want to know about Gu Li's past? Take a look."

Cheng Xiyu licked his lips, his eyes fell on the coffee table, the top light from the roof poured down, the smooth tabletop reflected the light, and the yellow file bag was particularly inconspicuous in front of that expensive tea table.

Is that Gu Li's past?

To her, Gu Li was a mysterious existence.

She didn't know many things about him.

And Gu Li is not the kind of talkative person, let alone the kind of person who will tell others about his past.

During the time when she participated in the Olympic competition last year, Gu Li's reaction was a bit abnormal. She once asked him insincerely, trying to find out what happened to him.

But Gu Li didn't want to mention his past to her, so she stopped asking afterward.

From Li Zhen's few words, she knew that his past was very dark.

She couldn't and couldn't force him to understand his past, let him tear open the wound that had begun to scab, recall the bloody past, and constantly experience the painful past in her mind.

To Gu Li, this was too cruel.

But not asking doesn't mean she's not curious.

When you like someone, you always want to know more about him.

She wants to know his beauty and joy, his scars and pain.

Her fingertips trembled, and finally she walked to the coffee table, bent over and picked up the thick document bag.

She looked at the document bag, and her curiosity made her want to open the document bag quickly, but her pity made her dare not face it.

This file bag is his heavy past.

Her movements were a little clumsy, and she even trembled a little. She didn't notice that the mouth of the document bag was facing open, and accidentally, something fell out of it.

Cheng Xiyu said "Eh?", only to realize that it was a few photos, because the texture itself was relatively smooth, so they fell off with a "swish".

She squatted down to pick it up, but when her eyes touched the picture on the photo, she froze suddenly.

The black and beautiful pupils suddenly narrowed, as if seeing something extremely surprising. For a moment, many thoughts that I had thought about before but were deliberately ignored by myself kept flashing through my mind.

The blood on his face suddenly disappeared, and he was as pale as a piece of white paper. The white hand that was going to pick up the photo suddenly trembled.

Is it all true?