Except for Li Juefeng, who had beaten her himself, he had never let anyone else hit her. His possessiveness was beyond ordinary people's. He always thought that it was his who could hit and scold him, and no one else could touch her...
Now she actually lets Wu Jiang hit her...
Does this mean that in Li Juefeng's mind, she is no longer his?!
"Stop hitting Miss Gu..." The child mother suddenly rushed in and said, looking at Gu Xiaoai with red eyes, "Miss Gu, just go down there, I beg you, go quickly... If you don't
If you go, someone will die."
"Anyone killed?" Gu Xiaoai was stunned, "What happened?"
Could it be that something happened to Li Juefeng?
The rib injury happened again?!
"It's nothing, nothing, just go down there quickly..." The child's mother almost cried.
Gu Xiaoai was pushed away by her child mother.
In the open kitchen of the presidential suite, Tong Ma and Wu Jiang stood aside and waited quietly. Gu Xiaoai mechanically lowered her head and looked up at Tong Ma, "Tong Ma, I want to see Li Juefeng."
"...Mr. Li doesn't want to see you."
"He wants me to die and live for a while. Why is he locking me here?!"
"..." The child's mother was silent.
Everything Gu Xiaoai said seemed to be talking to the air. From the beginning to the end, the child mother did not give her a clear answer, let alone answer any of her questions.
After the noodles were cooked, Tongma packed up the noodles and left.
She was suddenly the only one left in the presidential suite, and it was so empty...
Sitting on the window sill, looking at the street below through the barbed wire fence, the pedestrians are as small and numerous as ants...
Gu Xiaoai fiddled with the cartoon tomato in her hand, listening to its repeated words over and over again, her eyes dim...
Did something happen to Li Juefeng?
What happened?
"Bang--"
The door of the master bedroom was suddenly kicked open, and Li Juefeng's tall figure stood leaning against the door, with a reddish complexion and messy short hair. He glared at her fiercely, with a piece of white gauze taped to his forehead.
"Li Juefeng, what's wrong with you?"
Gu Xiaoai sat upright from the window sill in surprise.
What's wrong with him?
What happened? Why is your head injured?
"What's wrong with me? I'm very fine," Li Juefeng leaned against the door angrily, looking at her anxious and hypocritical face indifferently, and sneered, his hoarse voice carrying a disdainful tone, "I'll bring you something good."