Chapter 33

The face of the poisoned person is ferocious, and the bones seem to break through the skin.

People who think they have control, where can they control.

Guze began to follow him with his habitual eyes, habitually touching his butterfly bone, habitually leaning over, his lips seemed to have to touch his skin, and used to vent in his body.

When he saw Meng Fu talking and laughing with female employees, his anger rose and his anxiety swept over.

In recent years, business has been busy. He thought it might be caused by work pressure.

On the last day of the new year's holiday, Gu Ze looked at Meng Fu's relaxed expression, "are you happy?"

Sure enough, Meng Fu frowned and shook his head gently. How could he be happy in front of Guze?

"Meng Fu."

He called his name. Meng Fu waited for him, but he was quiet for a long time.

Then he lifted his feet and sat in the car and left, leaving Meng Fu wondering what he had not yet said.

Or even he didn't know what to say.

In the car, he looked at Meng Fu passing in front of the car through the window, watched him enter the familiar path, hold his forehead, suddenly lit a cigarette, "drive."

Secretary Wang will report the recent documents. When he said that he's enterprise was facing insolvency and was about to be acquired, he saw a cold smile on Gu Ze's face.

Secretary Wang thought Guze had feelings for he Manyu, so he wouldn't stand idly by to the he family and his wife, but he didn't expect Guze to be so cruel, revenge and never be soft.

He watched Meng Fu gradually go away from behind. Suddenly he had pity on the man. He ran into he Manyu and met Gu Ze.

The empty atmosphere of such a big home was finally filled by the servants and the red in the room.

In the blink of an eye, it is the new year. Couplets, window flowers and firecrackers all show the breath of the new year.

Gu Rongsheng rarely showed kindness to Gu Ze at the dinner table. He was kind and friendly. It was Gu's mother who mentioned Gu Ze's age, "son, you see, you're already 32 years old this year. Should you...?"

Gu's mother didn't go on, because Gu Ze's face had changed. He picked up the dishes expressionless, "Mom, your daughter-in-law and grandson have long died."

Embarrassment spread.

Guze hurriedly finished his meal and went upstairs.

"I saw Zhang Minger with other men the other day. What a nice girl. Why doesn't Guze like it? " The ancient mother sighed.

"I'm not fascinated by the rain." Gu Rongsheng murmured from his throat.

Lying in the drawer is an old photo from a distant time. The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower.

Guze's finger belly gently brushed the girl's cheek.

"Man Yu, why did you die?"

Dreamy soft words, lost heart, nowhere to escape in the jungle.

Then he took out the album. The person in the album was only 19 years old at that time. From the perspective, it should be secretly photographed when he was in prison. The man had a young face and stayed in the corner staring at the sky.

Turn over one by one, and then suddenly close the album.

"Son, where are you going?" The ancient mother shouted behind the ancient Ze.

"I have work to do."

"If you have any work for the new year, don't be busy."

As soon as the words fell, Guze had rushed out of the door. Gumu shook her head and sighed, "if only we didn't object to him and the child at that time."

"People are dead. What are you talking about?" Gu Rongsheng said angrily.

Every new year's Eve is Meng Yi's happiest moment because he can make dumplings. He likes to make dumplings into all kinds of good-looking shapes, and then asks Meng Fu for praise, "Meng Meng, you see how good I make them."

"Well, it's very nice. However, the stuffing will come out. "

Meng Fu took Meng Yi's dumplings, skillfully went to the full dumpling filling, and re wrapped them into a small and exquisite shape.

"Meng Meng is so powerful."

Meng Fu smiled and quickly wrapped another one.

The knock on the door sounded like a life-threatening bell. As promised, he opened the door and saw Guze.

They haven't seen each other for a long time. Gu Ze didn't show up after the annual holiday. He just had dinner. Now he hasn't finished making dumplings before. He doesn't know whether Gu Ze has eaten or even how to greet him.

"Mr. Gu."

"Are you making dumplings?"

"Yes."

He nodded and saw Guze sitting at the table, looking at more than 30 dumplings wrapped on the table, "are these made by you?"

"Big brother, I made these beautiful ones." Meng Yi pointed to a dozen odd shaped dumplings and said proudly.

Gu Ze looked back at Meng Fu, "give me the next bowl of dumplings."

In fact, it's just a meal. I just want to taste it.

"Well, good."

When he took a bowl of hot dumplings out of the kitchen, he found that Guze was clumsily making dumplings. Meng Yi also taught Guze to make dumplings if he had something to do.

"Oh, no, big brother, why are you so stupid." Meng Yi hurriedly took the dumplings spread in Guze's palm, "it's so ugly that it's wasted."

Guze was not angry, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

But when he looked at Meng Fu, he suddenly restrained the corners of his mouth. He blew the hot air from the bowl, and the rising smoke hid the comfort in his eyes.

"Mengmeng's dumplings are delicious, aren't they?" Meng Yi stretched out his head and asked.

Eight dumplings were eaten up quickly, and Guze said, "well, it's very delicious." Then he looked at Meng Fu, who continued to make dumplings, "who did you learn to make dumplings from?"

"I learned it from my mother."

"Meng Meng, we haven't seen our parents for a long time." Meng Yi took over.

"Next time."

Because his parents are recidivists, they are locked up in the prison near the city. Because they have been busy, Meng Fu has to take Meng Yi to see his parents for a long time.

"Meng Fu, do criminals inherit?" He blurted out that it was completely a habitual question. As soon as he finished, Guze regretted. He couldn't bear to sprinkle salt on Meng Fu's wound in the new year.

Sure enough, Meng Fu lowered his eyes, and the forgotten wounds were quickly torn open.

Knowing that he had hurt him, Guze stopped talking. He took out his mobile phone to play the game. Meng Yi leaned over and watched. After playing for a while, Guze threw his mobile phone to Meng Yi.

At night, the people who took a bath and took off their clothes endured the pain behind them. Someone's hand caressed his back wantonly, escaping and moving inch by inch.

Suddenly, the bent man touched his chest with his fingers.

He put his elbow back in shock, but his fingers retreated faster.

However, before he could feel at ease, the hand seemed to touch the spot on his chest.

Tempted or seduced.

His face was buried in the pillow. He couldn't see Guze's expression, but he felt terrible palpitation. He stretched out his hand to brush away the sneaking hand. However, as soon as he brushed away, he heard Guze's deep voice, "what are you hiding?"

As if he had found a secret, Gu Ze's heart vaguely revealed a sense of excitement and excitement. He just opened it and touched it gently. Later, he rubbed it back and forth with his finger abdomen.

The spot on the man's chest gradually stood up.

"Mr. Gu." Meng Fu's breath is unstable.

Guze ignored him.

"Mr. Gu."

A strange feeling ran through his body. He raised his hand to break Guze's hand, but it was pinched and pressed on the bed by Guze's hand.

"Meng Fu."

Again, he only called his name, but said nothing.