On the landing glass door on the steps, a piece of blood in the morning spring sun, shocking.

Gu Yu was stunned for two seconds, and his voice changed nervously when he spoke again.

"Xiaohan!"

Opening the glass door, she rushed into the living room in high heels.

The living room is also a mess, as if it has been robbed. The tea table is crooked, the fruit rolls all over the floor, and the crystal fruit tray is buckled on the floor

There is a dull sound from upstairs. Gu Yu turns upstairs and rushes into the bedroom of Xicheng. In the bedroom, there are no bedding on the big bed, the mattress is exposed, and there are two cushions lying on the ground in disorder. There is no shadow of Xicheng.

"Ah --"

the man's low voice was coming from the room opposite.

Gu Yu broke down and ran out of the bedroom. He pushed open the door of the gymnasium. He saw Xicheng, barehanded, clenching his fist. He put his right fist to the sandbag hanging in the air. There was obvious blood on the black sandbag.

"Xiaohan!" Gu Yu rushes over, grabs Xicheng's arm and tries to stop it, but he throws it out vigorously and falls on the padded floor. Gu Yu rushes over again and blocks the sandbag with his body, "Xiaohan!"

Xicheng's blood stained fists hit her. The fist style with the broken hair on the side of the woman's ear stopped at a place less than two centimeters away from her face.

Slowly close his fist, Xicheng stands upright a little bit.

"Why did you come?"

Painfully grasping his injured right hand, Gu Yu frowned and pulled him to the side of the chair and sat down. Turning around, he took out cotton wool and gauze from the drawer, and helped him clean the wound and bandage the gauze.

"What's the matter? Why are you so hard on yourself?"

Xicheng shakes his head gently and his voice is very low.

"It's OK."

"Mr. Xicheng!" With the rapid footsteps, Xu Yang rushed upstairs with breakfast in his face. Seeing Xicheng in the gym, he breathed a sigh of relief, "what's the matter with the gate and downstairs? Miss Ning? It won't be mu... "

The west city is also injured. Xu Yang should be mu Tianye.

"Shut up!" Xicheng stood up and blocked Xu Yang's word "Tianye" in his mouth, "I'll change my clothes, and you'll tidy up the things in the living room!"

Gu Yu stood up to stop, Xicheng has stridden into the bedroom, fell on the door.

"Watch your right hand!" Gu Yu reminded him of his door and turned downstairs to catch up with Xu Yang. "You just said Miss Ning meant Ning Xiaofei? "

"Yes." Xu Yang nodded, "Mr. Xicheng called me in the morning and said that Miss Ning was here. Let me bring some breakfast. I think he also posted a micro blog. I thought He and miss Ning have made progress. I don't know how it turned out to be like this. "

Micro blog?

Gu Yu took out his mobile phone and looked at the microblog in Xicheng.

This micro blog was opened by Xicheng at the company's instruction when he just joined the industry. From the beginning of the blog to now, the total number of microblogs he has sent does not exceed the number of fingers in one hand.

In addition to the microblog this morning, the most recent one was a thank you note from his first prize winning two years ago.

Open up the latest micro blog, finger tapping the photo on the screen, Gu Yu shook his head heartily.

"I see. I'll talk to him!"

Xu Yang continues to clean up the room, Gu Yu goes upstairs again, gently rings the door of the west city.

"Come in!"

The voice of the West City rings again, and the tone seems to be much calmer.

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