Huahua sat aside and watched the two showing affection. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly and smiled, but her buttocks did not move at all. She sat comfortably on the chair and continued to look for a sense of presence.
After half an hour of this, Gu Shaocheng got up, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.
Huahua immediately volunteered to follow him and help him.
Gu Shaocheng couldn't help laughing and gave him a gentle push: "I'm not old, weak, sick or disabled, and I'm not that delicate. Don't come in. It won't be convenient for me to come out if you look at me."
Then he limped into the bathroom.
After closing the bathroom door, his whole face changed. The relaxed expression he had always had disappeared. He leaned against the wall, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath, but he still couldn't contain the fear in his heart.
You know your own body best.
The condition is getting worse.
He slapped his palm on the wall, lowered his head, and tried to control his emotions. There was no way to go on like this. What if one day his body suddenly collapsed? He didn't even prepare a retreat!
He can collapse, but the Gu family cannot.
Once he collapses, the Gu family will become a mess, and then the lives of hundreds of elders and juniors of the Gu family will not be peaceful!
The one in Chenxing's belly is too young. If his illness becomes too severe, there is no way he can survive. Is he really going to start looking for an heir among the younger members of the Gu family?
But what to do with Baihao and what to do with Huahua? Once they lose their power, it will be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the Gu family. It's better that Wuqing has his own law firm, Fengchi has no problem at all, and Huahua can completely support himself.
In order to maintain a living, Bohao had to work hard alone...
Thinking of these troublesome things, to be honest, he felt so irritated that he wished he could reshape himself into a healthy body.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door, and Huahua shouted in a loud voice: "Brother, aren't you comfortable sitting down again?"
Gu Shaocheng calmed down the irritability in his heart, sighed deeply, quickly satisfied his body's internal needs, and limped out again. When he opened the door, he saw Huahua's coquettish face, smiling so hard at him.
Calling for a bright spring, he glanced briefly, withdrew his gaze, and limped out.
"Shaocheng, where are you going?" Chenxing jumped off the bed and followed.
"Go outside for some fresh air." The room felt stuffy and even more disturbing.
This powerful man had a solemn face, as calm as the deep sea, but only he knew that the fear in his heart was like a surging undercurrent that could not be calmed down at all.
The threat of disease was like a shadow across his heart. As if to prove that the shadow was big enough, he took a few steps and supported the wall with his whole body. Then his body was completely supported by the wall, because his arms
Weak and unsteady when walking.
"Shaocheng!" Chenxing shouted and ran over Huahua to the man he loved, holding his body, fearing that he would fall down in the next second.
Huahua's head was suddenly confused.
"Huahua, come on, come and help, Shaocheng has no strength." Chenxing yelled anxiously. Huahua reacted quickly after being stunned for a few seconds. He strode to Gu Shaocheng and held his other hand.
His arms and eyes turned red instantly: "Brother, are you sure you are not sick?"
The emotions in his eyes were so complicated that even Gu Shaocheng was startled.