290: C290 Do You Still Hate Me

C290 Do You Still Hate Me

The man reached out to cover her mouth, "It's me. "

Youyou focused her eyes and saw that the man was actually Gong Mingchuan.

How did he find this place?

Had he been asking people to follow her all this time?! How could he let her have her freedom?!

"Gong Mingchuan! You. . . You. . . Why are you standing there quietly? You want to scare me to death? "

"You were too focused on this painting and didn't notice me. " Gong Mingchuan picked Youyou up and carried her to the sofa. " Come, sit with me for a while. "

She sat on his lap and her head was forced by him to sit on his warm cheek.

His face was very hot, probably because of his fever.

Youyou wanted to try her best to show a relaxed look, but her face was still tense.

Gong Mingchuan could not help comforting her, "This villa has been abandoned. As the murderer, your father is also dead. You should relax. . . "

Youyou was whispered by her. Her expression slowly relaxed. After a while, she sighed.

"What's wrong?" He touched her face.

"Nothing. . . " She reached out and pushed him. "Don't come so close to me. "

Although she felt powerless to resist every time he got close to her, what followed was sadness.

But he held her hand and let her palm touch his face. His sexy thin lips pressed against her ear and exhaled hot air, "Youyou, let me tell you a terrifying story. "

"What story?" How could someone like Gong Mingchuan have the patience to tell a story to a woman?

"This terrifying story. . . Happened in this room. " His voice slowly became low and his eyes became quiet and gloomy.

Youyou only felt a cold aura spread from the soles of her feet to her limbs and bones. She was somewhat frightened by his strange expression and could not speak properly. "You. . . You. . . What kind of story do you want to tell. . . I. . . I. . . "

Why was his back so cold?

He couldn't help but shrink back into the man's arms.

Gong Mingchuan's voice was very slow as he said softly, "There was once a little girl. Her father treated her as an experimental human body in order to conduct experiments. Injecting her with bacterial strains. . . The other children who conducted the experiments all died, but she survived. . . One night, She opened the basement and saw many pairs of green eyes. Ten children in white climbed up from the ground and said to her, Little girl. Can your soul be divided into ten parts to play with us?. . . "

Youyou's pupils contracted but there was no fear on her face. She looked at his black phoenix eyes and said, "So, you already know?"

He actually knew so much about her past.

Gong Mingchuan took back the exaggerated expression from telling stories and nodded. "As long as it's about you, what don't I know? Unless you deliberately hide it. As long as I want to know, I will investigate it clearly. "

"Then do you also think that I am the daughter of a psychopath killer? Am I very dirty?"

Gong Mingchuan stretched out his cold fingers and pressed down on her red lips. "Don't say that. If I hear someone say that to you, I will definitely not spare him!"

After he finished speaking, it seemed like his lungs were not feeling well. He started coughing.

When he stopped coughing, she asked, "Don't you hate me anymore?" Her hand gently touched his chest, where there was a bulging knife scar.

This was made by her own hands.

In fact, she had deliberately inserted the knife into the gap between his ribs, so she would not have hurt him at all. But why did he seem to have hurt his lungs and was coughing all the time?

"Did my knife hurt your lungs?" She asked nervously.2

"I don't blame you. " He said, "I just hate you for finding that fellow called Ouyang to marry so quickly. . . Tell me, are you also putting on a show with him? Just to show it to your grandfather, right? "

Youyou lowered her head and did not reply.

When he saw her refusing to give up, he could not help but feel a trace of anger in his heart.

However, he did not want to torture their pitiful relationship anymore.

Otherwise, she would definitely make him unable to even get close to her.

He no longer stubbornly asked.

For a moment, the two of them fell into silence.

After a while, Youyou raised her arm to look at her watch. It was already seven o'clock at night. It was time to go home and eat dinner.

Looking at his pale face and burning forehead due to the high fever, she could not help but pull his arm. "You're sick. I'll drive you home. "

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