Blast! The Group Favorite Fake Daughter Was Spoiled By the Film King and Cried

There was a hint of anger in the bottom of his eyes, but thinking about what happened last night, he suppressed the anger that had arisen, and said in a cold voice again reluctantly, "In any case, thank you for what happened last night." After thinking about it, he added, "If you want anything, just tell me, as long as I have it, I can give it to you."

"No need." Gu Zhiqi replied lazily.

Hearing this, Gu Chengan took a deep breath and continued: "I don't like to owe others."

"Oh, then you can wipe your neck with a knife." Gu Zhiqi raised his eyelids, his brows were full of laziness, his deep and hazy eyes were stained with playfulness, and his playful eyes fell on Gu Chengan, "So, Don't owe me any more."

Gu Chengan "..."

"It's just right, I didn't intend to save you." As he spoke, Gu Zhixi looked away lazily and continued to play with his phone.

Gu Chengan "..."

"poof"

Gu Yuluo and Gu Chengcheng chuckled at the same time.

Seeing this, Gu Chengan's face immediately turned dark, and he took a look at Gu Yuluo. Because he was not familiar with him, he didn't say anything. He could only look at Gu Chengcheng, with a straight face, and said angrily, "What are you laughing at? Continue to count yours." candy."

Seeing this, Gu Chengcheng pursed his lips and turned his head to look at Gu Yuluo, "Sister Luoluo, what kind of duck is over fifty?"

"Fifty-one ducks." Gu Yuluo opened his mouth with eyebrows bent, and rubbed Gu Chengcheng's little head as he spoke.

"Aww." Gu Chengcheng groaned softly, and continued to concentrate on counting candies.

Fight for his big tank as soon as possible.

Gu Yuluo raised her chin and rested her hands on the table, watching Gu Chengcheng count.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two..."

"Uncle Yue, is there really no other way?" When Gu Chengcheng counted to fifty-nine, Tang Yun's voice came from the kitchen.

Several children in the living room raised their heads together and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Old man, I can't help it." Grandpa Yue sighed, then shook his head and said, "You should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible."

"But, it was fine last night, so why today..." Tang Yun didn't say anything more, but her tone was full of melancholy.

During the conversation, Tang Yun and Grandpa Yue had already appeared at the kitchen door. Seeing the children sitting in the living room, Tang Yun froze for a moment.

Gu Chengan reacted the most. He jumped up and stood up. His expression was a little excited. He looked at Grandpa Yue fixedly and asked, "Grandpa Yue, you just said... What are you going to do to prepare for the funeral? Who are you going to prepare for?"

Seeing Gu Chengan's appearance, Grandpa Yue stopped smoking, took out the pipe from his mouth, looked at Tang Yun, and said with emotion and helplessness: "Little Tang, you should come and talk to the children."

After speaking, he sighed lightly, shook his head and left.

"Aunt Tang, is... is he going to die?" Gu Chengan looked a little worried.

Seeing this, Tang Yun's brows became more melancholy, and her eyes were tinged with guilt. She couldn't bear to say, "Your father... I'm afraid it's only a few days away. You, go and see him."

"Gada"

The crutch in Gu Chengan's hand was loosened, and he fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and said with a dazed expression, "He...how could it be?"

Seeing this, Tang Yun couldn't bear it, but she had no choice but to let out a long sigh and didn't speak any more.

"No...impossible." Gu Chengan said, he didn't even bother to pick up his crutches, and staggered up, leaning on the wall and walking towards the backyard.

Tang Yun was afraid that he would fall, so she immediately stepped forward to support Gu Chengan, "I'll help you go."

Gu Chengcheng didn't understand what happened, but seeing that Tang Yun seemed unhappy, he immediately trotted to follow.