Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

Gu Feibai shrugged his shoulders idly, and smiled lowly: "I know what you want to say, say that I am selfish and narcissistic, I have always felt that my life is a gift to the world, it seems that no one would dislike me, indeed, few people dare to On the surface, I hate a doctor with good professional ability."

Mike lamented: "Your appearance and private life look more like an artist than a doctor."

Gu Feibai's painting style changed, his peach eyes half-closed passionately, as if he was recalling something: "Do you know what can kill an artist?"

Mike wondered: "What?"

Gu Feibai's tone was as light as a pen falling on a canvas: "His lover."

Mike was keenly aware of something, and wanted to say more, but Gu Fei hung up the phone with a pale face. He turned his head to look at the old housekeeper who was approaching, and showed a perfunctory and sincere smile: "I've been waiting for a long time, I'll go up now." Look at the wayward Mr. Chu Mingzhou."

The old butler looked anxious and wanted to follow, but he still restrained himself and retreated respectfully: "Dr. Lao Gu is here."

When Dr. Gu came to see a doctor, he never liked the presence of a third person. The doctor is the biggest doctor in the world. Even the old housekeeper, who doesn't care about anything for his master, has to follow this eccentric person. Doctor Gu is here.

Chu Mingzhou was lying on the bed with a pale face, and he looked at the opposite side with fixed eyes. On the opposite side were two mannequin-like things covered by red cloth, with some wood debris scattered underneath. Finished wood carving.

Gu Feibai glanced at it and then smiled amusedly: "Mr. Chu, you are so sick that you still have to work hard to carve your wood?" He paused, and the smile on his face was tinged with cold mockery: "Hey? Mr. Chu still wants to do the Red Happiness? It’s better to prepare for the funeral for yourself first. Instead of carving these human-shaped wooden sculptures that you can’t give away in your lifetime, you might as well carve yourself a coffin. This is a doctor’s conscience suggestion. "

Once in front of Chu Mingzhou, Gu Feibai didn't even bother to put on his gentle and elegant mask. He sat casually on the chair next to the wooden sculpture, crossed his legs and clasped his hands together, raised his jaw slightly, and his expression was cold and ironic. : "Mr. Chu, I can't save you."

Chu Mingzhou seemed to have been aware of his reaction for a long time, neither happy nor angry, but stared at Gu Feibai lightly: "Doctor Gu, whether you can save me or not, you are too jealous of me."

The mocking smile on Gu Feibai's face froze, and Chu Mingzhou continued indifferently: "But Doctor Gu, no matter how many tricks you use, how jealous you are of me, and wishing for my death, Ke Song will never like you."

"A farmer may help a dying snake out of sympathy, but a farmer will never love a snake."

Chu Mingzhou continued with a cold expression: "You have used so many methods. When you were in college, you worked hard to become a croissant nutritionist, but in the end, Wei Fangqiang sent you abroad. You struggled for so long, just hoping that he could Take a look at you, Dr. Gu, does he take a look at you more?"

Gu Feibai casually lifted the red cloth covering the wood carving: "Mr. Chu, you think that Mr. Xiaowei likes you, and you have a chance to win. You will be able to deal with Wei Fangqiang wholeheartedly. The wedding dress and date have been set, but you didn't expect that, Mr. Xiaowei doesn't like you long ago, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he lifted off the heavy red cloth. Under the red cloth was a wooden sculpture of the young Chu Mingzhou and Wei Kesong snuggling together. Woodcarver Chu Mingzhou's upper body is handsome and straight, but his lower body /// is full of traces of venting with a carving knife. It turns out that he is not human-shaped, and is just a piece of wood that has been cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

Gu Feibai couldn't help laughing out loud, he looked at the lower part of Chu Mingzhou's woodcarving with great interest: "You hate it so much, Mr. Xiao Wei is going down the mountain to watch Mu Xing's finals in front of you, going abroad, and going to fight with you. When Qin Yue got engaged, including today when he turned away from you without hesitation, did you hate your legs that could not move? Every time he ran away from you, you would come back and carve Yidao, Mr. Chu, Mr. Xiaowei so many times, have you looked back at you once?"

Gu Feibai turned his back to Chu Mingzhou, his eyes were shining uncontrollably, he stroked Wei Kesong's woodcarving obsessively, and chuckled ecstatically, "He's stubborn and stubborn, so he won't look back at you, Chu Mingzhou, you It’s not worthy of letting him turn his head back.”

Gu Feibai's hand rested on Wei Kesong's wood carving's heart, and his head rested on the wood carving's heart through his hands, muttering to himself: "He may be soft-hearted, pity us who will die without him, But I don't like it any more."

Chu Mingzhou was silent for a long time before coughing in a low voice uncontrollably: "Doctor Gu, I really don't like people touching my wood carvings."

Gu Feibai let out a low laugh, withdrew his hand, turned around with that gentle look, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, put his hand in the pocket of his white coat and stood in front of Chu Mingzhou's bed: "Mr. Chu, I found out You are a place I like, your woodcarving skills are really good, if you didn't carve Mr. Xiaowei and yourself together, I believe I would be willing to pay for this work of yours."

Chu Mingzhou didn't even look at Gu Feibai, it seemed that he didn't take this person who could dominate his life at all. He just unbuttoned his pajamas with a calm expression: "It's not for sale, it's a personal hobby, and I hope Doctor Gu respects it."

Gu Feibai took out the stethoscope and stuck it on Chu Mingzhou's chest familiarly. He held his breath and closed his eyes to listen for a while, then moved a few positions before taking it off and said, "Does my hobby mean wood carving or Mr. Xiaowei? I am happy to respect the former, but the latter—"

Gu Feibai showed a just right smile: "——Coincidentally, I also like this, and I hope Mr. Chu will give up."

Chu Mingzhou fastened the buttons one by one, his long eyelashes drooping: "Gu Feibai, are you addicted to anything?"

He didn't wait for Gu Feibai to answer, so he continued on his own: "It was rumored that you were kicked out of the country because you added heart disease medicine to the croissant, and this thing can indeed be used to treat heart disease , but it's not a good thing."

"You added a seasoning, poppies, stems of flowers."

Chu Mingzhou slowly raised his eyes to look at Gu Feibai: "This thing can be used to relieve pain. You and your mother's illnesses are controlled by eating this flower. The pain of your illness is very terrifying. The analgesic effect of ordinary drugs can't be controlled at all. So you applied for cultivation from the school laboratory, and then secretly used it on yourself and your mother."

"Your mother begged to die in the hospital because she found out that she was about to become addicted, but the pain of the disease was still getting worse. Living is already a heavy burden, and she couldn't go on living."

The smile on the corner of Gu Feibai's mouth didn't even decrease. He spread his hand and made a helpless gesture: "I never knew that Mr. Chu's ability to make up stories is so strong, so why don't you write a script yourself to praise Tu? With the script Mr. Xiaowei gave you, I believe Mr. Feng Tu will be even more popular than now."

Gu Feibai casually put the stethoscope in his pocket, and there was a smile on the surface of his eyes, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes: "If Mr. Chu said this, wouldn't I have been a drug addict long ago? Otherwise, I wouldn't have It hurts to death?"

Chu Mingzhou looked at Wei Kesong's wood carving on the opposite side of the bed, without giving Gu Feibai a look: "Aren't you? Doctor Gu? Why did you bother to become a nutritionist for Croissant when you were in college? This is yours." Addiction, but an addiction bigger than this, an addiction that can control your madness—”

Chu Mingzhou stared at Wei Kesong's woodcarving on the opposite side. The woodcarving smiled at Yan Yan, and peeked sideways at Chu Mingzhou's woodcarving with a bit of innocence and mischievousness. His hand quietly pulled the sleeve of Chu Mingzhou's woodcarving, and Chu Mingzhou The woodcarving man didn't move much in his hands, and there was no expression on his face, only the corner of his mouth curled up, but he clenched his other hand tightly, and a ring could be seen in it.

Chu Mingzhou turned his head to look at Gu Feibai: "It's Ke Song."

Finally, there was no trace of a smile on Gu Feibai's face.

Chu Mingzhou: "You won't be more addicted than me. I know he doesn't love me anymore, and he won't look back at me. I won't allow him to love others, and I won't allow him to look at others."

He is a piece of moldy huanghuali wood on his palm, Chu Mingzhou's irresistible addiction to love, the spider's silk he uses to survive, and his only desire to live.

Chu Mingzhou has never been a good gentleman. When his students were still ignorant, those young and shy loves were inadvertently revealed to nourish his dead wood. He was reluctant to swallow this piece of bread too quickly, afraid that he would The exposed side frightened him, and he was afraid that he would really follow him. This delicate snack was eaten by him in a short time, and he ran to the sky in fright.

Who would have known that Mr. Chu, who has always been indifferent and ignorant, is such an addicted and indulgent person?In the dream, I don't know how many times he violated his croissant.

Who would have known that this little guy really gave himself a sincere heart early on, and it was he who hesitated repeatedly that made the other party turn away in anger.

It's his fault.

Chu Mingzhou closed his eyes.

Gu Feibai suddenly smiled and said: "Chu Mingzhou, you are so stupid, you found yourself addicted, but Mr. Xiao Wei is not willing to give it to you."

Chu Mingzhou ignored his sarcasm and asked, "Why do you add..." to his food?

Gu Fei smiled in vain: "This kind of food is not addictive, it's just a seasoning effect. I like to see him eat the food I made, and his eyes light up, but some people don't like it. Reporting me shows that even if Mr. Xiaowei eats what I cook, he can't stand it."

Gu Feibai opened the door softly and left: "I can't stand it either. The way Mr. Wei looks at Wei Jinglin is obviously a wild dog like me. Why should he be cherished by my beloved."

Chu Mingzhou seemed to have a feeling: "You were the one who informed Wei Fangqiang. Wei Jinglin was investigating the incident of his parents jumping off the building. You are forcing Ke Song and Wei Jinglin to turn against each other."

Gu Feibai smiled, and he turned his head to the side and slowly closed the door, leaving only a pair of peach blossom eyes shining with water, passionate and ruthless: "Yes, I am so jealous of Wei Jinglin, every time Mr. Xiaowei calls him Brother, just draw a knife on my heart, this kind of thing with a dirty mind and born in the mud, who is still suspicious of Mr. Xiaowei, is also worthy of being called brother by Mr. Xiaowei?"