From Body to Love - Chapter 90

At the crossing, Wen Xueyan suddenly stopped and wept.

“Brother Guze, go and save Meng Fu,” she said. She didn’t know why she came to Guze’s office and why she asked Guze to save Meng Fu.

Maybe it was her unbearable pressure that finally rushed out of the hard / hard shell.

Maybe she is not good at being a pure villain.

“What are you talking about!” Guze suddenly stood up.

“Go and save Meng Fu. He killed himself.” She stammered back.

“Where is he now?!” Gu Ze grabbed Wen Xueyan’s arm and questioned him fiercely.

Suicide. He told him to live well. He was so obedient. He promised to live. How could he commit suicide.

“In the apartment.”

Gu Ze pushed Wen Xueyan away and rushed out. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and called 120 in a panic.

He yelled at the phone and shouted, “save people, in XXX, come to me and save people!”

When he opened the door, he pressed the wrong number and shook it a second time.

The door opened and he rushed straight to the bathroom. Meng Fu really leaned against the edge of the bathtub. The water in the bathtub was dazzling red.

He pulled Meng Fu’s hand out and tore his shirt to bandage the wound on his hand.

The wound had been soaked for a long time, and the original scars had turned white, revealing ferocious red flesh and blood.

The blood is still flowing.

The white shirt was soon dyed.

“Meng Fu, Meng Fu.” Guze took him in his arms and called his name.

Each sound contained great grief.

Meng Fu, how can you break your promise? Meng Fu, you promised me to live. Meng Fu, am I not good enough for you?

“Meng Fu, don’t die. Wake up.”

He patted Meng Fu’s pale face. He put his lips on Meng Fu’s cold lips to breathe for him.

This is the second time. The second time, it is so painful that it becomes difficult to breathe. He cried and choked, “Meng Fu, I promised me. How can you commit suicide?”

“I’ll be nice to you. I don’t hate you anymore. I forgive you. Meng Fu, wake up. ”

Hot tears sprinkled on Meng Fu’s cold face. His hand covered Meng Fu’s injured wrist. Blood stained her fingers, and a blood stain spread on the floor.

Gu Ze kept kissing Wen Meng Fu’s lips and crossing Qi for him, “Meng Fu, do you know that I like you.”

Secretly, cowardly, dare not tell you, I like you.

I said, you’ll catch my weakness and you’ll run away.

Therefore, I can only say I hate you, let you owe me, and let you stay with me all your life.

“Cold…”

Meng Fu made a faint sound, faintly from his throat.

Gu Ze was pleasantly surprised. He held his breath and heard Meng Fu say, “cold.”

He hurriedly picked Meng Fu up, put him in the room and covered him with a quilt. He took off the broken shirt completely, took off Meng Fu’s shirt again, ironed each other’s skin, held him and passed all the warmth on him.

“Is it still cold? Is Meng Fu still cold? ”

“… cold.”

He held him tighter and tighter.

He put his lips on his face, his voice trembled with his body, “the doctor will be here soon. He will be fine.”

Wen Xueyan, who came here, stood by the door with tears on his face. Gu Ze was so concerned. Gu Ze kissed Wen him so warmly, “brother Gu Ze, did you call 120?” She kindly reminded.

Guze noticed Wen Xueyan. His eyes were vicious. He only lowered his voice and spit out a word, “get out.”

Wen Xueyan retreated.

The ambulance finally arrived. Meng Fuchi Luo was lying in the car with his upper body. His hand was holding Meng Fu’s intact hand. He said, “Meng Fu, you can’t die.”

I don’t know how long he waited. Guze walked restlessly in the corridor outside. Nurses kept staring at him along the way, and he was frightened by his fierce eyes.

A doctor came and threw him a dress.

Secretary Wang came from the company and looked at Gu Ze, who was decadent and sitting on the stool, “Mr. Gu, Meng Fu will be fine.”

“Why did he commit suicide again? I’m not good enough to him. I should have been good to him earlier. ” His voice was imbued with remorse.

He murmured, “since I realized I liked him, I should be good to him.”

“Meng Fu may not want to live.”

“He wants to live. He’s very afraid of pain. Only when it hurts will he have an obvious expression. I’m not good to him. He doesn’t want to be my assistant. He doesn’t want to be with me all his life. So he wanted to die. It was premeditated. He should have planned it from the time he refused to go to work in the company. ”

Guze clenched his fist, as if he pinched his heart at that moment, “I should put him in front of me all the time.”

Secretary Wang hesitated, not knowing whether to say, “maybe you should give him up.”

Gu Ze fiercely stared at Secretary Wang, “what did you say!”

“He’s unhappy with you. He’s just trying to make atonement. Meng Fu, he’s too tired to live. He’s too kind. His kindness leads to him…”

Led to his tragedy.

It makes his life harder than others.

If he can be less kind, maybe more smiles will appear on his face.

“He doesn’t like me at all.”

The desolate, wasteland like loss, Meng Fu, he would never like me. He resisted me and was good to him. He would rather I hurt him.

Dead leaves, remnant vines.

All aging.

Corrosion.

The world is old,

He won’t like me either.

“But he doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to let go.”

His mind twined like a hemp.

Tangles, contradictions,

The pain is tearing apart in the heart one by one.

“If I don’t let go, he will die. If I let go, I’ll die. ” Or worse than death. I don’t know whether I said it to myself or to Secretary Wang,

He leaned coolly against the cold seat, “Secretary Wang, in the future, if I treat him better and better, is it possible for him to like me?”

A tear hid his cold face and shaped his sadness.

Guze raised his hand and erased it.

Secretary Wang couldn’t bear to tell the truth, “yes.”

Meng Fu woke up with a pale smile. “How come people like me didn’t die twice?”

His smile was a pain that went straight to the bottom of Guze’s heart.

“Mr. Gu, have you forgiven me this time? I had a dream that Mr. Gu forgave me. ”

Guze’s face twitched slightly because of heartache.

He wanted to tell all the secrets he had been pressing for a long time. However, when Meng Fu was in a coma, he dared to say it. In front of secretary Wang, he dared to say it.

But when he stared into Meng Fu’s eyes, he couldn’t say it.

“Mr. Gu still didn’t forgive me.”

Unexpectedly, she hasn’t forgiven me. Wen Xue’s words are inaccurate. No, maybe it’s because I’m still alive.

“I should have died.” He said “death” calmly, as if he were talking about something that had little to do with himself.