【GB】The CEO’s delicate bag is crying again!

Shen Guiyu immediately turned his head and wanted to break away from the two people and rush out, but two people grabbed his shoulders. During the struggle, the peaked cap also fell to the ground and was crushed by them.

"Let me go! Let me go!" His hands were ruthlessly restrained, and he received a hard punch in the abdomen. The pain made him sweat all over his head.

"If you put your small body here, how many days can you be played with?" Brother Ning waved his hand, and the two men behind him lifted him up from his half-kneeling state: "And the organs inside... can probably be sold. It’s a good price, assuming you don’t have any hidden diseases, right?”

"I won't be like your drunk father, a beggar smelling of alcohol!"

The young man who seemed to be dizzy from pain just now, with his hair dripping down all the time, raised his head and glared at his dirty hands trying to lift his clothes, gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it because you don't have the ability to find him that you came to me to ask for money? Really!? What are you pretending to do!"

Shen Feng's greatest achievements in his life were, first, marrying Shen Guiyu's mother when he was young, and second, being able to hide without a trace every time someone came to collect debts.

"Your sister -" Zhao Ning said and was about to raise his hand to slap him. At this time, dozens or twenty flashlights suddenly lit up under the originally dim street lights, which was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

Shen Guiyu's hand was released, and he knelt down weakly on the ground.

The ground was cold and wet, and the others were noisy. But he seemed to be isolated from the world. He could only hear the raindrops hitting the ground, splashing one after another short-lived water splash, shorter than the blooming of epiphyllum.

He often thought that it would be better to die. His life was not like an epiphyllum blooming and was given the definition of luck. His father, his mother, and everyone in the world would abandon him.

But he couldn't leave behind the only grandma who cared about him, so on those nights when he wanted to die so much, he held on until dawn.

"Who are you! What are you doing! Don't take pictures!!!" Zhao Ning pointed at the people who were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of him one after another.

"What are you doing! A grown man doing these social things? This is a legal society now! If you don't leave, I will call the police and arrest you!!" An old woman was holding a cane, and her hand holding the mobile phone was a little tired. Rest on crutches.

But his voice and attitude were still very serious.

"Yes, yes! We started filming while we were upstairs! Don't cause trouble here, we will call the police to arrest you immediately!!" An aunt pointed her finger at his nose and said.

"Brother Ning...this..."

Zhao Ning pushed away the man who wanted to retreat: "Useless thing!"

"We! That young man owes us money, ladies and gentlemen, we want money to collect the debt! This is a matter of course!!"

The old woman picked up the crutch and wanted to swipe it at him: "What! Are you here to collect protection money?! Believe it or not, we will call the police right now! Your social densi has no use anymore!!"

"You still want to collect protection money! Come on, big guy! Knock him down and see if he still dares to ask us for money!!" a strong man yelled.

"Bah! You old woman -" Zhao Ning saw that many of them were already clicking on their mobile phones, and had to retreat first: "You old immortals, wait for your legs to kick -"

"What are you talking about? You cursed your whole family! I also said that your wife has no butt when giving birth!!"

Shen Guiyu was lying on the ground. He couldn't hear clearly what was said in the crowd and who was asked to speak. The punch he had just received in the abdomen was still causing pain in his heart.

The rain wet his hair and all his clothes, and he had no choice but to huddle together, whimpering in pain.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and a man hurriedly walked out from the center: "Look for the driver in a suit, he will give you money."

When Li Yue really saw the young man huddled together on the ground, his eyes instantly became moist.

Like a garbage bag that no one cares about, it doesn’t matter how many people step on it.

"Shen Guiyu..."

He slowly opened his eyelids in the flow of rain. In fact, it was not difficult for him to guess who was the only one walking towards him just now.

"Are you okay?" She helped him up, and her long hair fell to his cheek. If he hadn't opened his eyes, he would have thought it was water marks on his face.

Why did this rain get so many people wet...

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed a piece of her hair, opening and closing his mouth up and down, not knowing what to say.

"You'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain..." She leaned closer and heard what he said.

The rain hit my face, and it was already so cold that I couldn't feel the coldness... Then why were there a few drops of warmth in it?

A little glimmer of water overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and he murmured her name.

"You idiot... why didn't you call the police?" She held him in her arms and said distressedly.

After Uncle Wu paid the people one by one and checked that they had no photos or videos, he hurried back to Li Yue with an umbrella.

"Now...you don't want grandma to worry when she sees you, right? Then--"

"Shall I take you back?"

He didn't speak, and leaned quietly in her arms.

She gently twitched the corners of her mouth and stroked his back: "I'll take you back."

With Uncle Wu's help, they helped Shen Guiyu get into the back seat of the car.

"Miss, towel!"

After Li Yue took it, she put it on his head without saying a word, wiped the water droplets from his hair, and finally carefully draped it on his shoulders.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Guiyu leaned on her shoulder and shook his head gently, his dull eyes focused on the wipers of the car glass.

"Is it cold?"

He still shook his head.

"Tired?"

He stopped moving and fell asleep on her shoulder, sleeping as docilely as a perfect white porcelain doll.

She put her hand on the side of his face and gently warmed his cheek.

Uncle Wu listened to the movement in the back seat and silently accelerated his speed back.

Helping him up would wake him up no matter what.

His consciousness was still vague, and his confused mind would only rely on the instinct of his body to closely follow the hand that was holding him.

"Uncle Wu, just send it here."

Uncle Wu really didn't trust her. Li Yue's body was still very wet. She just used a towel to wipe Shen Guiyu.

"Uncle Wu, just don't worry, really. I'll help him go back first."

Li Yue held his arm and led him forward step by step.

He must have had a fever, his head felt very heavy, and even his breathing felt hot.

After entering the elevator, the enclosed space made him feel even more sluggish.

He looked at Li Yue blankly, at her eyebrows that were still furrowed for him, and at her long hair that was still dripping with water after being exposed to the rain.

Li Yue helped him stand up straighter, then breathed a sigh of relief, and the elevator began to rise slowly and automatically.

"Why are you still looking at me?" She smiled softly and rubbed away the tears from the corner of his eyes with one hand.

If this person wasn't restrained, he could fall backwards at any time.

"When you look at me like this, aren't you afraid that I want to kiss you?"

Shen Guiyu's eyes moved and he slowly digested the meaning of this sentence in his mind. He felt that this was inappropriate... but...

But...why not?

When he was sure that he could accept the consequences, he redirected his gaze to her eyes again.

The elevator goes up to the tenth floor.

Li Yue looked at his dull eyes, red lips and messy hair, and there was an undercurrent quietly surging between the eyes. Her hands moved, and her eyes were focused on his small lips like fire.

The elevator goes up to the twelfth floor.

She pulled him into her arms, lowered her head decisively and kissed his soft lips. At this moment, everything fell silent, and his heartbeat belonged to her.

Shen Guiyu Wuzhi closed his eyes as if he was being guided, but had no strength to raise his hands to hold her waist. The kiss only lasted a second, and because of the distance, he stared at her lips again with some pity.

Fortunately, she reached out and held his waist, bringing him over and knitting them together again.

How did humans learn to express emotions using the mouth, an organ that occupies such a small area of ​​skin on the body? he does not know.

He really likes her very much.

With the instinct of wanting to breathe, he secretly distracted himself and sucked in a mouthful of oxygen during the gap, and then the tip of her tongue invaded his mouth and swept away all his thoughts.

The ambiguous entanglement and separation, the pushing and biting... everything happened at this moment.

He thought...he should love her.

Like the little camellia, he was finally loved.