eat, dance, love

Huaxi is not an easy topic.

That was the first thought that popped into my head the second time I saw this man.

He was the same as the last time I glanced through the car window, but different.This time, through the glass door of the reception room, I saw him standing in the large office area outside, with someone reporting work beside him. He listened attentively and nodded occasionally.

As if feeling my gaze, he glanced at me, then smiled politely.After a while, he interrupted the people around him and pointed to the reception room.The report stopped, and he walked this way.

He pushed the door in alone, and there was coffee prepared by the secretary on the table.He took a cup of coffee, and instead of sitting down, he leaned against a desk, a distance away from me.

I think there are not many people who can not be timid in front of him.

There are not many people who can not be attracted.

For a moment, I wondered what I could do, Gu Yu chose me.

"Guan Zixu." He said, still with a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, "How long have you known Gu Yu?"

This is the tone of the elders.I think he is very used to it, and I secretly speculate that he usually treats Gu Yu similarly.It is a very delicate thing for a lover to take the attitude of an elder, and it is naturally charming, but after a long time, there is still more resistance.

A person like Gu Yu...how can he endure others being condescending to him.

"It's a year and a half." I replied.

"One and a half years." He took a sip of coffee, with a pensive expression on his face, "I have known him for 17 years, the year he came to Beijing."

It was also the year I left Beijing.

I didn't answer, and he continued: "When he was young, he didn't want to live with Gu Jia and your father. He lived with me before he went to boarding school. I watched him grow up. When he grew up, he wanted to marry me. I Rejected. He ran out to play, and I indulged him to play. No matter how he plays, he will still come back to me, you know, what is this?"

He became dangerous, like a powerful man, looking at me like an ant.

From his point of view of this story, he is the absolute owner and controller of Gu Yu, and any insertion is a seasoning agent for life and death.I don't know how much seasoning he's used to deter and threaten like this, but I'm reluctant to back out of this story.

"Mr. Hua, you once rejected his wish, why did you propose to him last time?" I asked back.

Hearing this, his eyes froze, and then he smiled again: "Little friend, are you thinking that the reason I proposed in a hurry is because you have a sense of crisis?"

I am silent.

"You think too much." He put down his coffee, sighed, and pointed to his head, "I am no longer young. If this hair is not dyed, the color will be messy. Tell me, I am Isn't it time to settle down on something as much as possible?"

I moved my lips, my mind was a little empty, and I really couldn't bear this person: "Do you mean to let me leave him today?"

"What do you think?" He was even a little funny, as if I asked a ridiculous question.

But I gradually felt a little bit of confrontation—from being completely suppressed to finding the strength to fight back.

"Do you think you still have him?" I asked, looking directly at him.

"I've always had him."

"How do you have the law?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "A quarrel is a form in which emotions are more decisive than arguments. Don't try to make me quarrel with you, and don't try to bring me into your emotions. Let's discuss the matter. It's cliche... …I can make you an offer, as long as it’s reasonable.”

I ignored it: "Do you still remember the last time Gu Yu said he loved you? When was the last time you were tender? He played for so long, when did he stop playing? He stopped trying to stimulate you ? You pulled resources for him this time and packaged him as an artist star. Did he accept it readily or reluctantly? Also, I've always been curious. Since you proposed marriage and got Gu Jia's consent, you still Want to come and threaten to bribe me to leave him?"

I paused and asked one last question: "Do you really think he will come back to you this time?"

His gaze turned visibly visibly. People who are used to being in control always seem to be more sensitive to behaviors that challenge their authority. His unwillingness to be influenced by me was still opened by me.

I can even see the magma-like anger gushing inside.

At this time, my cell phone rang, and it was Gu Yu.

I didn't change any other remarks for him, and the word "Gu Yu" jumped up and down on the screen of the phone.I saw Huaxi's eyes suddenly dimmed.Quickly, heavily, the fire went out in a flicker.

In fact, I still had the part where Sapo asked him whether he loved Gu Yu or not. At this moment, I already had the answer.Who can not love Gu Yu?There are tens of thousands of ways to love him, but in the end they all lead to "unwilling to lose".

I couldn't bear to answer the call in front of him, and I didn't want to hang up, so the ring still rang.

"You go out." Huaxi stared at my phone screen for a while, then waved.

I stood up with my mobile phone in my pocket and walked towards the door of the reception room.

"Guan Zixu," he called me suddenly, I turned around, and he said coldly, "Don't let me see you again."

I just left his company.

When I walked out of this office building, Gu Yu had already hung up the phone.Beijing has just had autumn, and it is still a little far away from the cool weather.I stood under the thin sunlight, but felt a chill spread from the soles of my feet to my whole body.

After waiting on the side of the road for several minutes, I called Gu Yu back.

"Where did you go?" His voice was a little unhappy, something was stuffed in his mouth, and his words were slurred, "Didn't I say I'd be home this afternoon, and I thought I'd have something delicious to eat when I came back, but I didn't even have you! "

I came to Beijing this time to leave the new store and come to accompany him on vacation.He just finished filming a movie invested by Huaxi, in which he played a male supporting role in a vase, and his main task was to be bitter and beautiful.

For the last suffering, he froze out of the state of anorexia period, without eating or drinking all day long, peeling off his flesh and mind, peeling off a dejected, sad and beautiful remnant soul.

In his words, after filming this movie, he has to make up for it.

I'm here to make up for him.

But halfway through, Huaxi called him away.

I'm not sure if Gu Yu would like me to see Huaxi. For so long, I didn't take the initiative to ask more questions. When I mentioned it occasionally, I put the topic on his sentence "pay off the debt" and expressed my belief in a puzzled manner. His debt repayment said.

He may be a little annoyed, and he doesn't tell me about the past.If it weren't for this trip today, I still don't know how they met and what kind of years they have gone through.

"I...I met Huaxi." After a lot of twists and turns in my stomach, I decided to tell the truth.

Then, I heard him spitting.

"He contacted you?" He asked in a deep voice.

I answered: "Yes."

"Did he threaten you?"

"There is."

"Did I give you money?"

"Did not have time."

"Then go back and ask him for 500 million, 1000 million, drive harder!"

"..."

After joking, we were all silent.There was no movement in the receiver. After a while, I became anxious, and finally heard his sigh.He said, "Come home, I'm really hungry."

"Okay, I'll be right back." I replied, feeling unspeakably soft in my heart, wishing I could hold him tightly in my arms right now.

I was planning to cook for him, there are a lot of dishes at home.I went back empty-handed, turned the key to open the door, and smelled the thick aroma of chicken soup, which was a bit sweet, and it should be because there were not too many wolfberries and red dates.

"Brother Xu!" His voice came from the kitchen, a little anxious.

I hurried over and saw him fighting a fish.The fish may not have been completely dizzy, but as soon as he cleaned it up with the knife, the fish's tail swung violently.The strength of the dying struggle was astonishing, and Gu Yu was very embarrassed.

"I'll come, I'll come." I took the knife, and he took two steps back.

I looked back, his brows were tightly wrinkled into a hill, his eyes were serious and cautious.The fish on the chopping board weighed four to five catties, and those who were not used to it would feel soft-hearted and frightened to kill such a living thing.

"Don't look at it, go out, I'll get it."

"Okay..." He sniffed, looked away, took off the apron and hung it around my neck, then went around and tied it on me. "Fried."

"Okay." I smiled and motioned him to wait outside.

Half an hour later, I served a dish of fried chrysanthemum fish, a dish of chicken soup, and a dish of vegetables, while he obediently sat at the table waiting to eat.He had a good appetite and quickly ate half a fish, a bowl of soup, and half a plate of vegetables.

Such food is definitely not allowed to be seen by Xu Ran.I couldn't bear to stop him.

He didn't say anything about the food, and after the meal, he questioned me about the process of meeting Huaxi.

I have nothing to say, and I have nothing to hide.

He finished listening with a straight face, and at the end, he made a chirp chirp motion, and said indifferently: "Wonderful."

I knew he was unhappy.The same story, viewed from the perspective of different characters, has different appearances.In Huaxi's view, this is a story of growing up. His kindness to Gu Yu is as great as a mountain, and their love should be as deep as an ocean.

But in Gu Yu's eyes?I still don't know.

"Brother Xu, I should have told you earlier, don't let him take him away. He is much more dangerous than what you saw today." After a while, Gu Yu spoke with a serious expression.

"Hmm." I was finally only one door away from the real Gu Yu's story, and I asked, "Will you tell me yourself, what kind of story is this?"

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips lightly, and said in a low voice for a long time, "You remember, when I first arrived in Haibao, I was anorexic, right?"

How could he not remember, how could he have stayed if it wasn't for his anorexia.

"Well, you said you could only eat what I made."

"That's actually lying to you. I can't eat what you make. I found a sense of security at the first sight of you. Before I met you, I felt that I had been wandering and hiding for a long time .”

He raised his feet, retracted into the sofa, and looked dreamily: "Do you know the feeling of a dying person seeing the dawn of hope and longing for life? That's how I feel when I see you."