Chapter 687 (1/2)

According to his understanding of him, I'm afraid there is nothing between Gu MINGYE and Shengyun.

But even Mo Sheng Xing thinks so. How can Mo always grow up looking at Gu MINGYE since he was a child? How can he not think of this layer?

Thinking of this, Mo Shengxing's eyebrows jumped.

Always feel that

Not simple!

Gu MINGYE seems to be in a deadlock.

Just standing there, not moving.

Mo Shengyun sat in the armchair and looked at the bloodstain that had just been pricked by ceramic fragments.

It's deep, and there's blood bubbling out.

Gu MINGYE can't help but be attracted and frowns.

Mo Shengyun didn't know whether it was because of the pain or something. The tears fell more fiercely.

Another good palm, caressing his abdomen, raised his head, eyes tearful.

That pair of eyes, with a variety of enough to attack Gu MINGYE deep feelings, deep and rich.

Gu Ming's ambition seems to have been gouged out. He can't ignore the expectation in his eyes.

Everyone is waiting for Gu's response.

Even Mo Lao is no exception.

Gu closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened his eyes again, he turned his head and looked at Mo Lao. Then, he bowed deeply to him, ”old chief, I'm sorry.”

In a word, Mo Shengyun's tight body relaxed and looked at the man in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be dizzy with stars.

Mo Lao's face was as black as carbon.

But after watching Gu MINGYE for a long time, he suddenly laughed again, ”OK, OK, OK!”

Three good words are said with a smile, but the anger among them makes people unable to calm down and feel guilty.

Gu MINGYE once again deeply bowed, ”sheng'er's hand is still bleeding, I'll help her deal with it first.”

Mo Lao didn't speak, and his eyes almost wanted to see two holes in Gu Ming's wild life!

Gu MINGYE stepped forward and directly took the paper box. He took a lot of pieces and held the palm of her hand.

I don't know whether the tall figure is completely blocked in front of the circle chair.

Gu MINGYE is always sunny and bright eyes, looking at Mo Shengyun, rare deep complex.

Mo Shengyun clearly aware of his complex mood, lowered his head, did not dare to speak.

The wound was a little deep, and the blood was still pouring out.

Mo Shengyun himself is also a doctor. Naturally, he knows how to deal with it.

Clench the tissue, low brow, quiet to the extreme.

Atmosphere, unspeakable repression.

I don't know how long after, Mo Lao sighed heavily: ”just, get out of here.”

Mo Sheng was surprised and looked up at Mo Lao.

Mo Sheng line quickly went up, will mo old hold, way: ”grandfather.”

”Let them go!” Mo Lao was furious and waved back.