Frozen hairtail

Chapter 52

Gu Ming looked down at the ring, squeezed it with his fingers and turned it around: "This size is quite suitable."

He and Xu Wang were both facing the counter, and the salesman stood inside, looked up, and his expression suddenly changed: "Sir, you—"

They both turned around at the same time following the salesman's line of sight, and Xue Ling's fist arrived almost in a second.

Xu Wang reacted quickly, turned sideways and backed away for a while, Xue Ling's hand brushed his cheek and smashed it.

This shot was empty, Xue Ling scolded her, and was about to grab Xu Huang's collar when he turned back. Gu Ming squeezed from the side and separated the two with his body. Xue Ling grabbed his tie and pushed back hard: "Are you crazy?"

The customers next to him screamed and backed away, and the clerk in the store tried to come over to fight.

Gu Ming pulled his tie and pushed him hard again, obviously angry, he lowered his voice and scolded him: "Are you okay? Why do you beat someone? What the hell are you thinking about every day? ??"

Xue Ling's tie was being pulled by Gu Ming all the time, and he couldn't stand up straight. It was impossible for him to do anything to Gu Ming, so he could only stand there panting.

Apart from hiding for a while at the beginning, Xu Wang showed a little surprised look, now he is being protected by Gu Ming behind his back, with his arms folded, with a subtle smile on his face, as if he was watching the excitement .

On the other hand, Xue Ling's hair was messed up, his shirt was sticking to his body with sweat, and he was wheezing and wheezing. Being watched by the people around him, he was in a terrible embarrassment.

Gu Ming still held his tie with his left hand, and wore a ring on his hand.

The pair of rings, the other one was worn on Xu Wang's finger on his arm.

At that moment, Xue Ling really had no fire in his body, just like a flame without oxygen, it was extinguished in an instant.

He felt suffocated.

In the crowd behind him, Qiao Luo finally followed up. Looking at the scene, he frowned and was about to come over, but Xue Ling made the next move, and Qiao Luo silently retreated into the crowd. He took out his mobile phone.

Xue Ling squatted down, put his arms on his knees, buried his head low, and hugged the back of his head, his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Let go, don't pull my tie."

Don't fucking pull my tie, it's all wrinkled.

This tie is the one you bought me, and I wear it all the time, everywhere, do you fucking remember?

you don't remember.

You little idiot is going to marry someone else.

Xue Ling squatted with his head in his arms and did not speak. Gu Ming leaned on his knees and bent down to look at him, put the fisherman hat on his head, then got up and said to the clerk next to him: "Sorry, sorry for the trouble. Just leave." After speaking, he turned around and said something to Xu Wang.

Xue Ling didn't hear what he was saying. He pulled his hat very low, tightly covered half of his face, and squatted there silently.

Later, it was Gu Ming who took him by the arm and pulled him up, leading him outside.

He followed Gu Ming all the way, caught up with the car and followed him home.

After entering the house, Gu Ming closed the door and turned back to look at him. After a moment of silence, he said, "Why are you still crying when you are so old?"

Xue Ling sat on the sofa, speaking in a trembling voice: "Fart."

Gu Ming came over: "You take off your hat."

It took Xue Ling a while to take off his hat. His eyes were red and the tip of his nose was also red. His skin was fair, and red would be particularly conspicuous.

Gu Ming raised his hand and pressed on his eyelid.

Just such a small movement, as if pressing a switch, Xue Ling's sad and wronged energy poured up like a flood.

He grabbed Gu Ming's wrist and pulled it down. Gu Ming made him bend down, and he thrust his head into Gu Ming's chest, saying in a muffled and incoherent voice: "You are not allowed to marry other people. How the hell are you going to marry him?? I, what should I do, I... I will correct my problems, okay? I know I was wrong, so I will correct it, how can you not Me." He paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone became fierce again, with a weak crying voice: "My mother... can I be your dog? I will be your dog, brother, don't want me ..."