Chapter 652

CEO Above, Me Below Chapter 652

Gong Yu sat there with one leg up, his hand resting on his knee. He looked down to see the blood dripping from the wound, dripping onto his body and onto the bed.

Comfortable.

Gong Yu leaned back, raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of pleasure.

The sun swayed in the window, caressing the furniture and the paintings like a hand caressing someone’s grief.

Thus, he could only endlessly immerse himself in pain.

Gong Yu got off the bed, and without bothering about the wounds, he immediately pulled down his sleeves, placed the photo back into Burning Cloud’s oil painting, picked up his jacket and put it on, then stood in the mirror and tidied up his clothes.

“Then tell your wife that I’m on a date today.”

Let Mother be happy again.

“Yes, Eldest Young Master.” The servant laughed and spoke as his gaze suddenly fell upon Gong Yu’s clothes. The clothes were stained with blood and he said in shock, “Eldest Young Master, your clothes …”

Gong Yu lowered his gaze to look at his clothes, and only then did he realize that there was a pool of blood on his shirt, and said indifferently, “I accidentally cut it earlier, go and get another set of clothes.”

“Yes.” The servant turned and walked towards the locker room. He stumbled and almost touched the oil painting.

When Gong Ou walked out of the bathroom, he saw Shi Xiaonian sitting on the bed and reading a yellowed diary. She was wearing a bathrobe, the white of the bathrobe made her skin as white as snow, and her long hair rested on one side of her shoulders. Her black and white eyes were clearly staring at the book.

“I will act recklessly?”

“Oh, then I’ll go check the logs.” Shi Xiaonian decisively turned around and was about to get off the bed, but he was pulled back by Gong Ou. He pulled her into his embrace and placed his hand on her neck, “What? Do you look down on me now, woman? “What’s EQ? I don’t have enough face for you to see.”

If not for the fact that he had been immersed in an oppressive atmosphere recently, Shi Xiaonian would have laughed out loud.

“Then what are you?”

“…”

“It’s his responsibility for his mother to turn out like this.” Shi Xiaonian said, “Before father died, he also didn’t consider Mother. He let Mother guard the Gong Jia for so many years.”

“…”

Gong Ou listened, and his black eyes stared at her lightly moving lips.

Shi Xiaonian looked at him, her gaze slightly shifting, “Gong Ou, you’re still blaming him, right?”

Even if Gong Jue had already passed away.

Gong Ou’s face darkened, the thin lip remained silent.