three thousand darlings

Gu Chongchong looked at the dresses and wedding dresses in the window, which were more dazzling than usual under the influence of the lights, "Why did you bring me here." Stepping on the red carpet under his feet, he felt a little cramped for no reason.

A spherical crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the hall, reflecting an exotic style in the warm yellow halo.The red carpet, crystal chandeliers, beautiful wedding dresses, and dreamlike scenes satisfy every girl's dream of a princess.

Manager Zhao, who was talking to the clerk, saw them, and warmly greeted them in three steps at a time, "Young Master Gu, you are here." His eyes fell on Gu Chongchong, "This is Mr. Ling, right?"

"Manager Zhao." Wei Wei nodded, "Is the thing I want ready?"

"Get ready, follow me." Manager Zhao gestured and led them up to the second floor.

Gu Chongchong curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Why did you ask me to come, why not eat hot pot with them at home."

The second floor is even more spacious than the first floor, and there are no models on display. The walls are covered with messy drawings with messy lines, making it look like a studio.

Gu Chongchong looked around curiously, he had never been to this place before, he was a little bored, walked to the corner, hid somewhere, and smoked a cigarette.Feeling that the temperature was a little high, he loosened his collar and leaned against the wall like a ruffian, with a deadly decadence.

"Brother, borrow a cigarette."

The sudden sound startled Gu Chongchong, and he looked at the man in surprise, wondering where he came from, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and handed it to his eyes.

He has messy flaxen hair, and the black circles around his eyes are so dark that they look like they have been punched.His eyes were dull, his face was haggard, he was only wearing a white shirt, and he had rolled up the sleeve of his right hand.

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Lighting a cigarette, leaning against Gu Chongchong, playing with an exquisite lighter, with a silver body, a diamond inlaid in the lower right corner, and an English name starting with g painted on the side.Gu Chongchong has no interest in lighters, for him this thing has only one function.

After smoking, when Gu Chongchong was about to leave, Manager Zhao's anxious face came into view, and he flattered him, "Oh, you made it hard for me to find you." He was about to leave while pulling his wrist. When he caught a glimpse of the man standing aside, he was too excited to speak.

The man nodded and said, "Is there any more cigarettes?" But his eyes were always on Gu Chongchong.

"Yes... yes yes yes." Manager Zhao took out a box of unopened Yellow Crane Tower and gave it to him with both hands.

The man didn't pick it up, but asked Gu Chongchong for a bag, and only half a bag of Honghe was left.Manager Zhao was not surprised either. He had never seen anything in the world here, and this was not the only one who offended him. He took back his cigarette, greeted him politely, and took Gu Chongchong away.

Gu Chongchong looked back at him, and the man waved to him.Curiously, he asked, "Who is this person?" Good cigarettes don't smoke, but he wants Honghe, which is as cheap as five yuan a pack.

"This is our chief designer." Or our chairman.When Manager Zhao talked about that person, his eyes were full of admiration, and he secretly showed envy for your luck.

"Oh." Concentrating the emotions in his eyes, he responded flatly.The heat in less than 3 minutes immediately cooled down, and was immediately thrown away.There are too many descendants of noble families in Kyoto. If a brick is dropped, it can hit ten people, nine of them are descendants of noble families, and one is an unlucky commoner.

Manager Zhao pushed open a door of the same color as the wall, and the cool tones, mainly white and black, were monotonous and boring.Gu Yiming sat in the middle, resting his chin with one hand, closing his eyes.White dress, light blue tie, crossed legs, with one hand casually placed on it, elegant and luxurious, surrounded by a touch of alienation, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Just as Manager Zhao was about to open his mouth, Gu Chongchong stopped him with his hand. "Can we be alone for a while?"

Manager Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and agreed, "Okay, please call me if you need anything."

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away behind him, after a while, Gu Chongchong walked towards Gu Yiming.Squatting beside him, he stretched out his hand to describe his face. He knew Gu Yiming was very good-looking since he was a child. Every time he went out, the eyes of those women would stick to his body tightly, following him like a shadow, like a dog skin plaster. Can't get rid of it either.

His eyes fell on him, but his thoughts were slowly drifting away, what's so good about getting married, like Han Qilu, who doesn't care about anything, tossing with Shen Ruxin, and it's not divorced yet.After getting married, Gu Yiming will have a child of his own, will it...will it...don't want him.Huge panic occupied his heart, his face was pale, and he couldn't help but begged, "Don't want me."

Gu Chongchong is usually careless and muddling along. He always has the same sensitivity as a child in a single-parent family when it comes to this kind of matter.

The hand was pulled by a burst of force, and before it could react, it had already fallen into Gu Yiming's arms. "I won't want you." The voice in the ear was like a thunderbolt hitting Gu Chongchong's head, and he reflexively pushed him away and fell down.

"It's okay, why are you so frizzy?" He said as he was about to help him up.

Gu Chongchong patted his hand away, and became annoyed, "Don't worry about it." After speaking, he ran out.

Gu Yiming looked at his receding back, with an imperceptible trace of a smile in his eyes.

The unstained guest room is like a white sick room, lacking in popularity.Only the chattering TV on the wall dispelled the coldness.

"Han Qilu, president of Yueyao Group Co., Ltd., and his wife Shen Ruxin broke up and sued for divorce. Shen Ruxin is..."

The person lying on the bed jumped up all of a sudden and ran out, dad and mom divorced?Impossible, mother loves father so much, she will go crazy if she leaves him.He has only been away for three days, why such a big incident happened at home, mother will never divorce father, unless she dies.

He ran out the door, hailed a car, and reported his destination.

"Qi Lv, how could you treat me like this? I have not treated you well." Shen Ruxin asked hysterically with a haggard face and sorrow.They have been together for 17 years, how could he drive her out for the sake of an unknown third party. "Who is the name of that bitch you said? Are you really in love with her?"

Han Qilu looked indifferent, turned a blind eye to her questioning, felt extremely bored with her in his heart, and said coldly, "Have you had enough trouble?" He handed the divorce agreement in front of her, tapped the table with a pen, Point to the blank space "Sign."

"Han Qilu, you want to get rid of me and your little lover living together, you are delusional." With a ferocious face, he directly tore the divorce agreement to pieces, and with a wave of his hand, pieces of paper fluttered down, sneering "I want a divorce, unless I die."

Han Qilu kept silent, looked at her with heavy eyes for a while, closed the door and left.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar person next to her pillow, Shen Ruxin's heart was as cold as ice formed in the small depression outside the door, and her whole body was stiff.The slight knock on the door was like a spell that lifted the ban, and Shen Ruxin fell limp to the ground, hugging her knees, and crying in pain.

Hanjiacheng blew into the villa like a whirlwind, and was stopped by Uncle Sun in the lobby.

"Young master, don't go up first, the master and wife are together."

"Grandpa Sun, is Dad really going to divorce Mom?" Han Jiacheng grabbed his hand and asked eagerly.

Uncle Sun frowned with helplessness on his face. Why did the master divorce his wife? Although the wife is a bit arrogant, this is the privilege of an only child, especially since she still has Shen Linqi's favorite.

When Han Jiacheng saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat, he let go of his hand and was about to rush upstairs. "Father." He paused, stood aside restrainedly, watched him pass by, and summoned up the courage to ask loudly, "Dad, do you really want to divorce Mom?"

"This is not what you should care about." He replied lightly.

Grabbing the hem of his clothes, Han Jiacheng was a little scared, but he was more worried about his mother than anything else, so he couldn't help but begged, "Can you, don't divorce." His voice lowered, "Mom, she loves you very much."

"This is not what you should care about." It was the same sentence, which isolated anyone and seemed ruthless.

The resentment and grievance in Han Jiacheng's heart did not calm down, and he was angry, shouting, "I am also a part of this family, why can't I care, my parents have to divide their things, I can't care about them breaking up The reason. You tell me, why you divorced, what is the reason. "

Only then did Han Qilu turn around, looked Han Jiacheng up and down, and when he left, he said, "Find me at the company tomorrow."

"Damn it." With a low curse, he ran upstairs. "Mother."

"Chengcheng." Shen Ruxin raised her head, threw herself into his arms, and cried, "Your father is going to divorce me, how could he do this, I can't do without him." She seemed to think of something and held his hand tightly Shoulders, as if clutching the last straw, "Go and beg him, okay? Don't let him leave me, don't..."

Han Jiacheng looked at her heartbroken, the disheveled and haggard woman in front of him was his gentle and lovely mother.Listening to the weeping in the ear, telling how she fell in love with that hard-hearted man, more than ten years have passed, and the stone should be warmed up.My heart is sad, love, what a tormenting thing.He patted her on the back and comforted her, "Okay, I'll beg him, you should sleep well first. When you wake up, he will be by your side."

Shen Ruxin babbled about the process of their love, Han Jiacheng listened quietly, but her heart was stained with a kind of sadness, everything she said was just wishful thinking, he never expressed that man, no Take the initiative, do not refuse, do not promise, and even get married only because of interests.

The author has something to say: You can’t afford to hurt children without the Internet

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