God level choice of Douluo

Ning Qinghong's handsome face was filled with pain, and her thin lips twitched: "It's not like this, it's not like this, Maomao, it's not like this."

"What's that like?" Gu Shuran closed his eyes uncomfortably, and it only took a few seconds for him to go from calm to wet tears at the corners of his eyes.

Her voice was still very calm, and she whispered softly:

"There were no warning signs at the beginning. You became famous and became an actor, and our relationship was still good. But suddenly you wanted to break up with me, and then you quickly got together with Qiao Yiwei. Maybe you can explain to me why? oh……"

She seemed to suddenly realize, "You think I'm dirty? Do you think I slept with someone else? Yes, that must be the case."

Ning Qinghong felt great pain in his heart. The pain was like a big invisible hand, squeezing his heart hard.

It was obviously so painful that he was almost deformed.

But he still had to endure it.

"Maomao, I don't think you're dirty, that's not the reason... I can't say it. Pay for it."

Ning Qinghong's eyes were red, and the painful emotions in his eyes were revealed. He was shaking so much that he could hardly contain himself.

"Heh..." Gu casually snorted.

This sound was very shallow and faint, but in this silent space, it revealed an indescribable meaning.

With extreme ridicule, she was mocking Ning Qinghong and herself.

"Not that reason? Or is there no reason at all?"

Gu Suiyi's eyes were slightly red, and the little hand holding the phone trembled slightly, "Are you in love with Qiao Yiwei?"

In her heart, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to cry, but she endured it.

What are you crying for?

If you want to cry, you would have cried to death a long time ago, why should you be allowed to cry now?

*

Not far away, at the door of the bedroom, an old man stood tall and tall, like a pine tree.

He stood silently with a pair of deep black eyes, the pupils of which were dim and unclear.

He stared coldly at the little girl a few meters away, with a cold look between his brows, like a wild beast targeting its prey, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body.

Vaguely, under his burning black pupils, there was the slender figure of the little gold master who was trembling slightly.

The old man didn't know what she was talking about, but he knew that his little benefactor was supporting her.

He suddenly chuckled. pb

The little benefactor was arrogant and arrogant in front of him, making unreasonable and messy things.

The only person who can provoke such sad emotions from the financial sponsor is the actor and actor...

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Ning Qinghong was speechless after being questioned by his cat. The pain in his heart became more and more severe, and he could hardly breathe.

"No, I don't love her, I love you."

Gu sniffed casually, endured the sourness on the tip of his nose, and smiled slightly: "What a touching confession. It's a pity that you can't give me a reason, so I don't believe it."

Her voice was very slow and calm, and she spoke plainly and seemed to have no emotion.

But what I heard from Ning Qinghong was shocking indifference and coldness.

Ning Qinghong grabbed his hair painfully with one hand and kept mumbling and repeating: "I can't say the reason, I can't say..."

He said these words to Maomao under the influence of alcohol, but he still didn't say those things that he couldn't say.

"If you can't say it, then don't say it."

Gu Suran closed her eyes in discomfort. She didn't expect Ning Qinghong to give her a reason.

Ning Qinghong heard the calmness and coldness in her words, but suddenly became panicked, with panic in his eyes.

He said hurriedly: "Maomao, give me a little more time. After a while, I can break off the engagement with Qiao Yiwei. I won't marry her, and you won't be a mistress. Let's start over, okay?"

Finally, the pleading in his words was too strong:

"Have you really forgotten our past? Cat, can you forget our first kiss? It was my birthday that day, and you gave me a gift. It was a scarf you knitted by yourself. It was messy. I kissed you, Maomao, and you didn’t refuse. You didn’t refuse me at that time. You even said you wanted to marry me, but have you forgotten that?”

"I still have that scarf. I wanted to wear it, but you were afraid of being laughed at, so you gave me the scarf and refused to let me wear it. Maomao, have you forgotten all this?"

forget?

How could I forget.

The first relationship when she was young was intense and hot. She used everything she had to like someone.

I like this person named Ning Qinghong so much that I really don’t know what to do.

Rejoice for him and worry for him.

Gu Sui's eyes turned red, and a layer of mist gradually rose and became moist.

"I remember it all." She said quietly.

I remember that the first time she kissed him, nothing happened. Their lips touched each other and their teeth touched their teeth. It hurt and they were unwilling to let go of each other's lips.

Sweet love, too long ago, she thought she would think of an old photo, which gradually turned yellow and faded with the passage of time.

But no, such sweet memories have not faded.

She found that looking back now, it was as fresh as yesterday.

The apex of Gu Suiran's heart trembled suddenly. It was not a sharp pain, but like a dull knife, cutting shallowly on the apex of his heart.

Slowly, it hurt like a lingering pain.

She took a deep breath, and her tone seemed to soften a little: "Qinghong."

Ning Qinghong seemed to hear his wavering, and responded hurriedly in a gentle voice: "Maomao, I'm here."

"Do you know what happened to me last night?" Gu Suiran asked in a very soft voice, which even sounded gentle.

"What?" Ning Qinghong's eyes trembled a little, "Maomao, what happened to you last night?"

The corners of Gu Suiran's beautiful lips curved a little, and the soft and soft female voice said calmly:

"I received a MMS last night. Do you know what the content of the MMS was? Nude photos, my nude photos."

She didn't know why she could tell Ning Qinghong so calmly about this matter.

If she loves him, she should hide it.

You shouldn't let your loved ones know about such scandalous things.

However, now, she could tell Ning Qinghong so calmly, without any intention of hiding anything.

Gu Ran's calm voice and the content of his speech suddenly aroused Ning Qinghong's panic.

He straightened his body suddenly, and there was pain in his deep and beautiful eyes. He lost his calm and his voice suddenly became louder: "Nude photos, Maomao, how come you were photographed naked? Is someone forcing you?"

There are too many dirty things in the circle, and Ning Qinghong knows it very well.

He immediately thought of Maomao being forced.

"Honestly. I don't know why I was photographed naked."

Gu Sui's voice was even calm and composed, with only a little trembling. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

"You don't know why you're being photographed."

Ning Qinghong caught the wording in her words and asked eagerly, "Are those photos fake and were they photoshopped?"

"It's not fake."

Gu casually shook his head and smiled lightly,

"Although I don't know when the photo was taken, I remember clearly what happened. Qinghong, I was almost raped by a woman once, when you thought I slept with someone. times, but do you know, it’s for your new play.”

"what?"

Ning Qinghong's pupils suddenly dilated, and the bottom of his pupils was blood red. His whole body trembled violently, and he asked, "Maomao, what did you say?"

Gu Suiran didn't seem to notice his sudden loss of control. He was caught up in his own memories and said slowly in a soft and hoarse voice:

"How do you think you got the male lead in the film where you won the Best Actor Award?"

Ning Qinghong trembled all over and trembled: "Maomao, it's you, it's you who helps me..."

His voice was so hoarse that it lost its usual gentleness and clearness. It was trembling, and he could hardly speak a complete sentence.

He remembered that day, the day that made him painful. He pushed open the door of the hotel suite and saw Maomao and a man lying on the bed...

Gu Suiran did not admit it directly, she just smiled, and Yun Danfeng smiled softly: "What do you think?"

She didn't expect that she could talk about the past so calmly.

Those past were like a vine growing from the rotten place in her heart, tightly wrapped around her heart, exuding a rancid smell.

She is dissolute, she has a bad temper, she is shameless, she is infamous.

She didn't care about any of this, she thought she could bear it.

But now, she found that she couldn't stand it anymore.

Why should she bear it alone?

Gu Suiran now laid out the past in front of Ning Qinghong, just digging into his scabbed wounds.

She thought it was healed, but now she realized that it was not. The wound was still bleeding and hurting, and the pain was unbearable.

Very distressing.

Ning Qinghong's eyes were red and he said hoarsely: "Maomao, you didn't tell me, why didn't you tell me, I thought..."

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