Chapter 554:【Who can understand Di Shao's current mood】
He pointed the muzzle of the gun at his head, closed his eyes slightly, and pointed...
Fingers, just about to exert force...
Suddenly, "Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..." A super childish cell phone ringtone rang.o(∩_∩)o~~www
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..." [
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"..."
Thinking about it over and over again, the Emperor's whole body was stiff and motionless, and the pistol he held on his forehead was motionless as well.
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"..."
That was the dedicated mobile phone he assigned to Gu Xiaoyao, which she was only allowed to use when she was in deep danger.
In this world, only Gu Xiaoyao knows this mobile phone number, and no one else.
I still remember that in a hotel in Bangkok, Gu Xiaoyao made a call once, and he scolded her so much that she later changed her phone's ringtone to such a childish Chinese song.
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"..."
Gu Xiaoyao is no longer here, but this cell phone will still ring suddenly. Who can understand Young Master Di's current mood? Who can?
Who can understand the feeling of wandering on the edge of despair and ecstasy?
He was so shocked by the ringing that he could only remain motionless. He did not dare to move, fearing that it was an auditory hallucination.
This cell phone was left by his bedside for many days, but it was still ringing. What kind of joke was God playing on him?
Impossible, Yaoyao couldn't still be alive, he didn't dare to harbor such illusions.[
He wanted to go over and pick it up, but also wanted to press the pistol; his whole body was completely frozen in the fierce struggle.
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"..."
When he was in a stalemate and couldn't move, the phone continued to call him over and over again, over and over again, perseveringly calling for his answer.