Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

"Huh?" Yu Feibai's faint gaze clearly sank.

Because he saw a strange peace in her eyes,

Gu You looked at Yu Feibai expressionlessly, and then opened his lips after a while: "Yu Feibai, let's break up."

When the words came out, she took a knife with herself and stabbed her heart hard.

A sourness surged to her heart, and she suddenly wanted to cry. It was a sad response, a kind of grief of desperate struggle to survive facing despair.

But the tears didn't come out, not because of her control ability.

But she, just without tears.

Upon hearing this, Yu Feibai's pupils narrowed slightly.

He fixedly looked at Gu Youli, his eyes as if he wanted to see her through.

Reaching out and grasping Youli's waist, Yu Feibai hugged her trembling body in his arms, then kissed her lips deeply, pinching her chin with his fingers, and forcing her to open the teeth. Siege and sweep pools generally invade in.

It wasn't until the astringent taste of her mouth was swallowed that Yu Feibai let go of her ravaged lips, rubbing her hair with her palm and asking in a dumb voice, "What's wrong? What happened? "

Gu Youli Jiao Shun, looking at his eyes exuding a kind of indifferent breath: "Nothing has happened, I just don't want to be with you!"

Yu Feibai pressed her lips tightly and didn't speak, looking at her with a deep gaze.

Gu Youli felt a pain in her heart. She wanted to reach out and hug him tightly, and then tell him that she loved him very much, she needed him very much, and didn't want to be separated from him at all.

But she can't...

Gu Youli was cruel, and then said coldly to Yu Feibai: "I have already decided, you don't come to me again in the future!"

Yu Feibai's big palm once again brought Gu Youli into his arms tightly.

His voice was soft, gentle and gentle, and with an infinitely petting smile: "I'm angry with me, where did you make you angry?"

At the moment, he only acts, she is acting like a baby and tantrums at him.

Gu Youli made a dull voice, "No, it's because I don't want to be with you anymore, because when I see you, I think of Dad lying in the hospital bed."

Yu Feibai frowned slightly, his eyes filled with astonishment: "What did you say?"

Gu Youli trembled and said, "I said I don't want to be with you anymore, because when I see you, I will think of Dad lying on the hospital bed, so please don't come to me in the future."

"Gu Youli," Yu Feibai smiled, his eyes deep.

He held Gu Youli's wrist, his strength increased uncontrollably.

Gu Youli froze suddenly, her face wrinkled slightly in pain, and she gently got up to withdraw her hand: "It hurts..."

But Yu Feibai stood up before her, let go of her hand, and stared at her deeply, her eyes cold as cold.

"What's the matter with you? What's the matter?" When Yu Feibai's thin lips spit out these words coldly, the air was chilly for a while.

"The two of us, that's it." Gu Youli was trembling in Yu Feibai, seeing the pain in his cold and solemn pupils, but still said in a low voice: "...You can blame me, hate me, But none of it can change the fact that we are going to be separated, because I really have no way to be with the murderer who bumped into my father, at least not for now, not until my father wakes up."

A bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of Feibai's mouth.

He was condescending, his aura was as cold as a king, and the light in his eyes turned scarlet slightly: "Murder?"