The scumbag traded me for his first love

Gu Jinmo leaned on the pillow and looked at the ceiling.

Last night, Mingming Qingqing was in front of him, but his mind was full of Cheng Chuanxu, wanting to get back to this person, wanting to smell this person.

But he would rather spend the whole night in cold water than touch Cheng Chuanxu, just because of the fearful look in his eyes.

When had he, Gu Jinmo, been so patient?When have you ever considered a person's feelings like this?

Gu Jinmo lowered his head and smiled wryly: "X, that boy Bai Yuchuan is really right."

Bai Yuchuan was right, he loves Cheng Chuanxu, he, Gu Jinmo, loves that bastard Cheng Chuanxu whom he once detested so much.

When did it start?Since he made soup for him every day?Since he always takes care of himself meticulously, no matter how hurtful he says, he always looks at him tenderly and full of admiration?Or, even earlier.

Gu Jinmo couldn't explain why he was tempted, but when he realized it, he couldn't leave Cheng Chuanxu, couldn't bear Cheng Chuanxu liking other men, being nice to other men.

However, what is the use of knowing your own mind now?Gu Jinmo smiled wryly, he had already hurt that person too deeply, he no longer loves him, and he will never look back.

Gu Jinmo felt a bloody pain in his heart, the purest and most unreserved love he had ever received from that person was destroyed by his own hands.

At noon, Cheng Chuanxuan stewed old duck soup and Chuanbei pears. Gu Jinmo took a sip. It still tasted the same as before, slightly sweet. I don't know what Cheng Chuanxuan added. The pears are soft but not rotten. They are delicious.

Cheng Chuanxu stood up and filled a bowl of soup. His side face was very delicate, his eyes were lowered, and his amber pupils looked very gentle.

Gu Jinmo couldn't help it, reached out and gently stroked his hair, Cheng Chuanxu turned his head in surprise, and said, "Gu Jinmo, what are you doing?"

Gu Jinmo hastily withdrew his hand, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "There is something dirty in your hair."

"I see..." Cheng Chuanxu sat down, sipped his soup, Gu Jinmo looked at him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Cheng Chuanxu, do you hate me?"

Cheng Chuanxu's hands paused, he took a sip of the soup, and said indifferently, "Why do you ask me this question?"

Gu Jinmo coughed a few times, and said, "I treated you like that before, and now I separate you and Meng Ke, and force you to stay by my side, do you hate me?"

The air was silent, Gu Jinmo's heartbeat had never been so fast, he was afraid, and eager to know Cheng Chuanxu's answer.

After a while, Cheng Chuan continued to put down the bowl, he raised his head, looked at Gu Jinmo, and said, "I don't hate you, to be honest, Gu Jinmo, I don't hate you, if it was three years ago, I might have hated you, because that I still loved you back then, but now...the only important person in my life is Jing Jing, I just want to pay you back quickly, and then take Jing Jing to live a new life, so Gu Jinmo, I don't hate you, I won't hate you either."

When Gu Jinmo heard this, he slumped on the chair as if he had lost his strength. He looked at the soft pear in the bowl, and said word by word: "If that's the case, I'd rather you hate me." To be hated by him is at least to be remembered by him. In his heart, Gu Jinmo knew that in Cheng Chuanxu's eyes, the current self was just a speck of dust, which could be easily wiped away. No matter what he did, Cheng Chuanxu would not suffer, nor would he hate him.

Because Cheng Chuanxu didn't care about him at all, this kind of cognition made Gu Jinmo painful and depressed.