The stand-in of feigning death is subject to A and Cha

In the afternoon, the sun is shining.

The snow-colored curtains were drawn open, and the office was filled with warm orange.

The sunlight passed through the window and fell into those blue eyes, but it still didn't warm and melt them.

Gu Minglang sat on the swivel chair. After listening to Nan Zhi's words, he raised his hand and slowly closed the computer.

One by one is playing the interview video at the press conference.

"I have nothing to do with Mr. Gu, he is just my boss. Yes, that was an accident."

"I'm married and have a child. I hope everyone will stop spreading rumors."

"My lover treats me very well, and I like him very much."

Every word, every happy smile made him feel sad and suffocated.

He is very happy, but that happiness is not given by him.

So he was extremely uncomfortable, and his heart was like a knife.

Lin, if you want to see my life worse than death, then congratulations, you did it.

Nan Zhi was still standing in front of the desk. Seeing that he hadn't answered, she asked again: "Mr. Gu, will you go to Secretary Lin's funeral in three days?"

"...don't go."

Gu Minglang looked at the photo on the desk, it was the last photo Lin Xiaoshen took before he died, sitting in the garden of the villa with the dumpling in his arms, looking haggard and sick, but smiling as if embracing the whole world.

Gu Minglang never knew that the reason he was smiling so happily at that time was because he could finally die and leave him.

When he found out, he was so angry that he wanted to dig him out of the cemetery.

Is it that important to leave him?Leave even if it means death?

He couldn't figure it out. During that time, everything was clearly developing in a good direction.The person in his arms is so obedient and obedient, he won't make him angry at every turn, and he won't say those sad things.

He naively thought that everything was getting better.

But then, the person he had been holding carefully in his hands for several months died so suddenly on the operating table.

Without warning, it's gone.

"He doesn't want to leave you with a single word."

"He wants to make a clean break with you!

"He told me when he called before that he didn't want to see you again, so you don't have the right to go into that operating room."

"He is your secretary, your subordinate. He died on the operating table, and you have no right to ask, and he is not even worthy of leaving half a punctuation mark on his suicide note... an insignificant person."

The relationship of nearly ten years, in the end, it was an irrelevant person.

Even in order to be able to leave him forever, he did not hesitate to die.

When he heard Jiang Xu say those words, he gritted his teeth with hatred and wanted to rush into the operating room to pick him up and question him--

"What have I done to you all these years? You want to tease me like this, step on my heart and wantonly humiliate me?!" During the seven years, Gu Minglang never felt that he loved Lin Xiaoshen so much, nor did he want to to love him.

He has no shortage of company, beautiful, sweet, young, excellent, useful... What kind of men and women does he want?

A mere Lin Xiaoshen died, does he care?

care.

Matters a lot.

very caring.

Because no matter how good those people are, it's not him.

—At the beginning, Gu Minglang didn't understand where he was wrong.

He scolded him?Hit him?Cut off his source of income?Or let the servants of the villa bully him?

None, so why did he run away like crazy?

Where did I feel sorry for him?Just because of those scandals?Because of those lovers?

It was later discovered that, yes, it was really because of those lovers.

Lin Xiaoshen cared a lot about those things, about his outside lovers, about his staying out at night, about being in someone else's bed.

In the third month after Lin Xiaoshen's death, Gu Minglang finally figured out why he didn't want him anymore.

__He feels that he doesn't love him.

At that time, Aunt Mei was standing beside him, secretly wiping tears for days and nights, her eyes were already swollen like walnuts.

"Master, you feel your conscience and say, have you really loved him these seven years? Have you treated him well?"

Yes, but no.

Gu Minglang's face was as pale as paper, and he looked up at the roses that had passed their flowering period outside the window.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "I thought that if I controlled his heart, I could control him for the rest of his life."

"It's my fault."

That person has no control at all.

What made Lin Xiaoshen willing to stay by his side for seven years was never those dirty methods, but his feelings for himself.

When the feelings were exhausted, he left without looking back.

Gu Minglang was hoarse, but there was nothing he could do.

It seems that this person will never be able to stay.

Gu Minglang didn't want to visit the grave, but Lin Xiaoshen always had a way to force him.

Three days later, the news that Lin Xiaoshen's grave was dug up went viral on the Internet.

The comments below are varied, and the people watching are dumbfounded.

[I think Frank dug it, it's too much, even if he likes Gu Minglang, he doesn't need to dig our Xiaoshen's grave, right?Jealousy or what? 】

[Jealous ass!Lin Xiaoshen's character was not good when he was alive, and he would bite back at his boss when he died, tsk!I'm really sad for Gu Minglang, Frank is lying on the gun and pitiful]

[Why do you scold Xiaoshen and Frank? Gu Minglang is the one who has the problem, right?Lin Xiaoshen didn't say anything, now he made it clear that he wanted to use Frank as a stand-in, a scumbag! 】

[By the way, shouldn't we be discussing why Lin Xiaoshen's grave was dug? ? ? 】

Netizens are currently divided into three waves__

They scolded Lin Xiaoshen for being restless after death, scolded Frank for wanting to occupy the magpie's nest, and scolded Gu Minglang for being a scumbag looking for a substitute.

Lin Xiaoshen looked expressionless.

How can you gossip so much while digging a grave?Can't we just discuss who dug it?Why do you have to worry about who is good and who is bad among these three people?

Either calling Lin Xiaoshen cheap or calling Frank a bitch, I can't live without Gu Minglang, right?

Didn't everyone say my lover is Su Yu?Why are you teasing Gu Minglang?

ill.

Lin Xiaoshen turned off his computer and drove directly to the cemetery to sweep his own grave.

He believes that Gu Minglang will come, because he is not stupid, knowing that if he doesn't come, the netizens will spit him all over.

Facts have proved that Gu Minglang is not only not stupid, but also very witty.

He found the staff of Tianduan's technical department and directly deleted all the topics related to Su Yu Frank.

After all, Su Yu is not in the entertainment industry, and he is completely incomparable with Gu Minglang, who controls the largest experience company in the entire entertainment industry.

Su Yu was forced to suffer from being dumb.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xiaoshen arrived at the cemetery.

It was raining lightly and the fog was heavy.He walked forward with an umbrella in black, holding a bouquet of white roses in his arms, which was his favorite flower during his lifetime.

The splashed rain wetted the trouser legs, and the leather shoes stopped on the last step and did not move.

In front of the tombstone, there was a man kneeling upright, weeping bitterly, drenched all over, and the umbrella was thrown aside.

It's Jiang Xu.

This was the first time Lin Xiaoshen saw him cry.

A romantic like Jiang Xu would never cry for a woman, and as a tough guy who wouldn't even blink his teeth, he wouldn't cry for his brothers, besides, they weren't brothers a long time ago.

So Lin Xiaoshen was a little surprised, wondering if he cried in the wrong grave.

But Jiang Xu's heart-piercing "little baa" made Lin Xiaoshen clearly realize that he was really crying for himself.

...This brother is not in vain, he is much better than that guy Lu Chenxing.

Lin Xiaoshen raised his foot and moved the umbrella in his hand slightly.

The rain overhead suddenly stopped.

But Jiang Xu's face didn't change, he thought it was his father who was looking for someone to persuade him to mourn.

"roll."

The people behind did not move.

Jiang Xu growled coldly: "Didn't you hear me?! Take the umbrella away for me!"

Lin Xiaoshen frowned, this bastard is good at temper.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Xu turned around abruptly and knocked the umbrella to the ground. With red eyes, he roared sharply: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here!"

After the umbrella was released, it was blown by the wind and fell down the steps.

The two of them just went up and down and tried.

There is silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of rain.

Jiang Xu stared blankly at the person in front of him, Lin Xiaoshen reached out and lifted the broken hair on his forehead, revealing wet eyes, exactly the same as the smiling young man on the tombstone, only more indifferent and less haggard.

"Jiang Shao, if you get caught in the rain, you will catch a cold. I have spare clothes in the car. Do you want to?"

"Lin...Lin Xiaoshen?" Jiang Xu stretched out a hand towards him with trembling lips, "Is that you? Did you really come out?"

come out?

He probably thought that Lin Xiaoshen had just crawled out of the grave.

That's not scary, it's enough for brothers.

Lin Xiaoshen was very relieved, took his hand generously, and explained: "Hi, Young Master Jiang, my name is Frank. I heard that Mr. Lin's grave was dug up, so I came to see..."

"Little baa!" Jiang Xu didn't listen to what he said at all. After he realized it, he pulled him into his arms and hugged him, "Is that you? I really saw you! You came to me! I'm so sorry Miss you! I really miss you!"

Lin Xiaoshen always thought it was weird that he wanted to crush himself into a hug.

But I can't tell.

Until the face is held, the jaw is lifted, the lips are slammed and ravaged, and the hands are clasped behind the back, the strange touch is transmitted from the lips and tongue to the brain nerves, and reaches the limbs and bones.

Lin Xiaoshen... his mentality collapsed.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! ! !

I treat you like a brother, you fucking want to fuck me!

Jiang Xu, I'll fuck* you, uncle!

Raise your hand, snap__

A crisp and loud slap sounded in the cemetery.

Jiang Xu's head was thrown to one side, and the hand holding Lin Xiaoshen suddenly froze.

Lin Xiaoshen's chest heaved violently, and he didn't know whether he was angry or being kissed. He grinded his back molars: "Damn it, what nerves are you on! The one who came to sweep the grave is still here to be in heat! Have you ever heard of the dead?"

He turned his head and looked at Lin Xiaoshen: "Why do I... feel pain?"

"..." Damn, is this person sick?

"So this isn't a hallucination, right? Are you really, really back?"

After speaking, he suddenly rushed over like a leopard.

Lin Xiaoshen's back directly hit the tombstone, but Jiang Xu in front kept approaching, his eyes were red, he stroked his face over and over again, and called his name in a crying voice.

Seeing his tears, Lin Xiaoshen suddenly froze.

All the swear words were folded on the tip of his tongue, and he could no longer swear.

Until Jiang Xu pressed him hard in front of the tombstone and kissed him again.

Lin Xiaoshen couldn't swear anymore, so he started punching and kicking him, struggling and tearing, trying to strangle him to death.

The white rose rolled to the ground, and its white and soft petals fell into the muddy water, becoming filthy.

It was still raining.

With the hot breath, the cold tombstone, and the wet rain, Lin Xiaoshen felt that his whole body was about to be submerged.

Suddenly, a black corner of the light blue sky was lifted.

Lin Xiaoshen opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a black umbrella slowly moving up.Show black suit, tie, neckline, neck, Adam's apple, jaw, lips...

Finally, there are wet and cold eyebrows, sapphires inlaid in the white jade-like face.

This beauty is like no other.

It's Gu Minglang.

As soon as his footsteps stopped, he raised his eyes, his expressionless eyes fell lightly on the two messy figures in front of the tombstone.

The face is calm and the wind is light, and the hand holding the umbrella is slowly tightening.