On the floor-to-ceiling glass door on the steps, a stain of blood was shocking in the morning spring sun.
Gu Yu was stunned for two seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice changed nervously.
"Xiaohan!"
Opening the glass door, she rushed into the living room on high heels.
The living room was also in a mess, as if it had been ransacked. The coffee table was tilted, the fruit rolled all over the floor, and the crystal fruit plate was buckled on the floor...
There was a dull sound from upstairs. Gu Yu turned around and went upstairs, rushing into Xicheng's bedroom. In the bedroom, there was no bedding on the large bed and the mattress was exposed. There were two cushions scattered on the ground, and there was no sign of Xicheng.
"ah-"
A man's low voice was heard in the room diagonally opposite.
Gu Yu turned around and ran out of the bedroom, pushing open the ajar door of the gym. He saw Xicheng clenching his fists with his bare hands, punching the sandbag hanging in mid-air with his right fist. There were obvious blood stains on the black sandbag.
"Xiao Han!" Gu Yu rushed over, grabbed Xicheng's arm and tried to stop him, but was thrown away by his strong force and fell to the cushioned floor. Gu Yu rushed over again and used his body to block the sandbag, "Xiao Han!"
Xicheng's blood-stained fist struck, and the wind of the fist carried the broken hair on the side of the woman's ear and stopped narrowly less than two centimeters away from her face.
Slowly closing his fist, Xicheng stood up straight little by little.
"How did you come?"
Grasping his injured right hand distressedly, Gu Yu frowned and pulled him to sit on a chair aside. He turned around and took out cotton wool and gauze from the drawer, neatly helped him clean the wound and bandage the gauze.
"What's going on? Why are you so hard on yourself?"
Xicheng shook his head slightly, his voice low.
"fine."
"Mr. Xicheng!" Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Xu Yang rushed upstairs nervously with breakfast in hand. When he saw Xicheng in the gym, he breathed a sigh of relief, "What's going on at the gate and downstairs, Miss Ning?" What? It can’t be Mu…”
There was a mess all over the place, and Xicheng was injured. Xu Yang just thought it was Mu Tianye who came to visit.
"Shut up!" Xicheng stood up and blocked Xu Yang's word "Amano" in his mouth, "I'll change my clothes and you pack up the things in the living room!"
Gu Yu stood up and tried to stop him, but Xicheng had already strode into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"Be careful with your right hand!" Gu Yu warned him towards the door, then turned and went downstairs to catch up with Xu Yang, "When you said Miss Ning just now, you meant... Ning Xiaofei?"
"Yes." Xu Yang nodded, "Mr. Xicheng called me this morning and said that Miss Ning was at his place and asked me to bring some breakfast. I saw that he also sent a Weibo, and I thought... he and Ning The lady has made progress, I don’t know how it became like this.”
Gu Yu took out his cell phone and clicked on Xicheng's Weibo to take a look.
This Weibo was created by Xicheng in accordance with the instructions of the company when he first entered the industry. From the time he started the blog until now, the total number of Weibo posts he has posted does not exceed the number of fingers on one hand.
Apart from the Weibo post this morning, the most recent one was a thank you to everyone when he won the award for the first time two years ago.
Opening the latest Weibo post and tapping the photo on the screen, Gu Yu shook his head sadly.
"I know, I'll go talk to him!"
Xu Yang continued to clean up the room, and Gu Yu went upstairs again and gently knocked on Xicheng's door.
"Come in!"
Xicheng's voice sounded again, and his tone seemed to be much calmer.