My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Xu Weilai had no intention of avoiding Zuo An. Zuo An looked at her slender white fingers and dialed down the three numbers 110 without hesitation.

In just half a second, Zuo An already knew what she wanted to do, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop her.

But his movements were still slow. Before he stretched out his hand, the call was already connected, and he heard Xu Weilai's calm and firm voice entering his ears word by word.

"Hello, I want to surrender."

Zuo An froze and sat in his chair in a daze, even more shocked than when he learned that Xu Weilai had voted for Zuo Si.

Or it should be said that he was not too shocked when Xu Weilai voted for Zuo Si. When he gave half of his shares to Xu Weilai, he was taking a gamble.

He gave the chips to Xu Future and bet on whether Xu Future would be willing to choose him.

It's not that he doesn't trust Xu Weilai, but that his life has been filled with too much distrust. Every step he takes is very difficult. Every decision and move he makes requires careful consideration. He is used to it. Because of conspiracy and calculation, he is used to keeping one step for himself in everything, but he can't risk it all.

Therefore, even if the person Xu chooses in the future is not him, even if he does not get the position of Gu's president today, it is not a big deal to him.

Gu Yu is dead, and Mr. Gu has been in a coma. Even if he can wake up, what will happen?

He is old and has no heirs. Even when he was young, he was a powerful figure and a powerful figure, but he cannot withstand birth, old age, illness and death. He is old, and now it is a battlefield for young people.

The decline of the Gu family is certain.

He finally had a moment of relaxation, and finally had a new goal in addition to the last wish given by his mother.

He purely wanted Xu Future, because he felt at ease when she was by his side. This feeling was like his mother being by his side. After his mother passed away and he was taken back to the Zuo family, he never felt at ease again. Pass.

Zuo An looked at Xu Weilai and moved his lips. He clearly had a lot to say, but at this time his throat was blocked and he couldn't say even a single word.

After Xu Weiwei briefly explained the matter, he hung up the phone, and all that was left was to wait for the police uncle to come to the door.

Half a minute later, her cell phone rang. It was the Starbucks takeaway she ordered.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at Zuo An, "I promised you that I will give you an answer when the matter is over. I will go downstairs to get the express delivery now. You...just wait for me on the top floor, and I will give you an answer." .”

After that, she didn't wait for his answer, she stood up and left the conference room.

In the conference room, Zuo An's cell phone was still ringing tirelessly. He looked at the word "father" that kept jumping on the screen. He picked up the phone without answering it. The next second, he turned the screen upside down. , covering it heavily on the table.

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When Xu Weilai walked onto the roof carrying a Starbucks bag, Zuo An was already standing in front of the railing, quietly looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance.

The position he was standing was exactly the same position she had stood when she surrendered to him.

Xu Weilai walked forward and stood still, suddenly feeling that things were different and people were different.

She took out the Americano she ordered for him from the bag and handed it to him, "Here."

Zuo An looked at her sideways and didn't answer for a while.

Xu Future, however, forced the American into his hand, then took out his own latte, took off the green stick, and took a sip.