Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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He only has her.

If she doesn't want him anymore, where else can he go?

Lin Shiquan's clear eyes were covered with a layer of misty water, and she looked up at the man. "Fu Qinglun, we can't go back to this step today. My mother's time is running out. You really don't want to show up anymore, don't bother me anymore, please. "

Lin Shizhen put out his little green hand, and slashed his five long fingers hard.

Fu Qinglun refused to let go, and was unwilling to let go. Today's pain is not the mother and daughter, but also him.

The soft little hand in the palm of his hand, he would hold it and never want to release it.

However, his five slender fingers were still stripped, and she withdrew her little hand. Instead of looking at him any more, she turned and left.

She entered the ward.

Fu Qinglun was dead alone. He seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world. The faint lights in the corridor of the hospital hit his hero's shoulders, pulling his shadow like a lonely man.

He sat back on the chair, his fringe on his forehead was covered, covering his cold eyes, and he drew his eyelids, wondering what he was thinking.

At this moment two people came over, Mrs. Fu and Rong Rong.

"Qing Lun, why are you sitting here?" Mrs. Fu glanced up and down at Fu Qing Lun, the man's clothes were already wrinkled, especially the water stains on the clothes. The youngest owner loves cleanliness. All handmade clothes will be ironed without wrinkles. How can he become like this now?

Mrs. Fu really loves Fu Qinglun, but now that Rong Rong wants to marry Fu Qinglun, her mother knows that Rong Rong's cultivation is not worthy of Fu Qinglun, but Rong Rong is her daughter. The palms of the hands are all meat. What should I do if she wants to be a mother?

Sometimes she was also selfishly thinking that if Qing Lun could marry Rong Rong, the Fu family would be stable, and she had both a son and a daughter.

Why couldn't Qinglun compromise?

Fu Qinglun glanced sideways and looked at Mrs. Fu, he whispered, "Mrs. Fu, hello."

He is no longer called mom, but "Mrs. Fu".

Mrs. Fu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Rong Rong said at this time, "Qing Lun, Mom has raised you for so many years, how can you make Mom sad? Why can't you think more about Mom, you left Fu Family and Fu Family in this way, Fu Family has already It fell into the hands of Fu Jingtong. As long as you return to Fu's family and marry me, you will still be the Fu family, and you will still be the master of the Fu family who belongs to Ye Qing City, not the poor man who has nothing now! "

Fu Qinglun withdrew his gaze indifferently. He didn't look at Rong Rong at all. Everyone still wanted him to marry Rong Rong.

Because he was raised by the Fu family for so many years, he should marry Rongrong.

If he doesn't marry, he just makes his mother sad and ungrateful.

If he doesn't marry, he has nothing to do with.

Oh, I see.

Like all these years, he has been receiving the most orthodox heir education, and no one cares what he wants.

Fu Qinglun no longer ignored them, but closed her handsome eyes gently, and Rongrong thrust her nails into her palm.

She looked at the man. Although he was now down, he was still so fascinating with his innate name and wealth. His face lines were carefully drawn by the artist, and now he receded from the high indifference. , Revealing a little bit of innocence, this innocence is even more appealing to girls.

Although he was nurtured by the Fu family these years, the noble spirit in his bones seems to have been born.

Coupled with his talented high IQ, it doesn't look like an orphan at all.

Rong Rong seemed to be bitten by an ant, she really wanted this man.

Now Fu's hand is in the hands of Fu Jingtong, but how can Fu Jingtong compare with him, as long as he is willing to return to Fu's house, everything is still his.

But he would rather stay out for the woman of Lin Shizhen.

...

Early the next morning.

Mother Lin woke up, she lifted the quilt and got up to get out of bed.

But just two steps later, she was dizzy. When she was about to fall, a big palm suddenly supported her.

There was a deep, hoarse voice in my ear, "Mom, are you okay?"

Mother Lin was held by the bed, and she looked up. It was Fu Qinglun.

"Why are you here? Go out! I don't want to see you again in the future!" Mother Lin angrily.

Fu Qinglun didn't leave, he slowly squatted next to Lin's mother, then added a sharp knife in his hand.

The sharp cold light glowed on the sharp knife, and Mother Lin's face changed. "What do you want to do, do you want to kill me?"

Fu Qinglun didn't have much expression on his handsome face. He lowered his eyelids and stuffed the sharp knife in his mother's hand.

"Mom, I know that you hate me, but I don't know how to make up for it. Shi Shi had cut his wrist before committing suicide. Now you stab yourself in my heart. I change my life, but mom ..." Fu Qinglun raised In the head, he slowly evoked the scarlet lips, "If I didn't die, could you forgive me and let me and Shishi continue?"

Mother Lin's breathing was tight, so he asked her to punch him?

He's crazy!

Mother Lin tried to withdraw her hand, "Fu Qinglun, you don't need to do this, are you acting a bitter scheme?"

Bitter scheme?

he does not know.

All he knew was that he wanted to be with Shishi, and he wanted to be forgiven.

Fu Qinglun held Ms. Lin's hand and pushed her sharp knife into her heart a little bit.

Mother Lin's eyes widened, and the sound of the sharp knife submerging into the muscles was creepy.

She watched the sharp knife advance into the man's heart with her own eyes, and soon blood spilled out, dropping down the floor along the cold sharp blade, and the "cracking" formed a small blood river.

Mother Lin was shocked, he was crazy!

Fu Qinglun is crazy!

The man's forehead quickly gave out a cold sweat, his face turned pale, and "banged", he fell directly to the floor.

Qing Han's Hitomi looked at the ceiling above his head and slowly became scattered. Now his head is full of sounds, don't die, don't die.

He didn't want to die, he also wanted to be with Shishi.

In this life, he didn't want anything, all he wanted was poems.

He wanted to live and give her all the love.

...

Lin Shizhen went back and took a little clothes. The pale hand put on the doorknob of the ward. She wanted to push the door open.

But then a cold, sweet voice started, "Lion."

Lin Shizhen looked back, it was Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong was wearing a black thin woolen coat and a cold jade boy. He was followed by a few bodyguards and was very pompous.

"Jing Tong, why are you here?" Lin Shizhen's eyebrows looked at him lightly.