The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Then he turned off his phone again and asked, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" Gu Weimian held his chin with one hand, "I don't want to drink porridge." Ning Quruo frowned in embarrassment. "Okay, okay, I'll drink my porridge obediently, but I have a request." Ning Quruo breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "You can tell me, as long as it's not about picking the stars or the moon." "I want to see the scarf." Ning Quruo's face, which had just relaxed, darkened again when he he...
Ning Ruoqing stayed in the hospital every day, like a vulture, ready to snatch the food in his mouth at any time.
This feeling is very uncomfortable.
Gu Weimian raised his eyebrows, "What is he doing here? Has he finally figured it out? Is he going to sue me?"
"He dares!" Ning Quruo snorted coldly.
Just as I finished speaking, my phone suddenly vibrated.
He sat down next to Gu Weimian before turning on his cell phone.
This is a new message sent by Duan Qianchuan.
He opened it, took a look, and frowned.
Then he turned off his phone again and asked, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
Gu Weimian held his chin with one hand, "I don't want to drink porridge."
Ning Quruo frowned in embarrassment.
Gu Weimian's condition had stabilized, but he fainted again today.
The doctor couldn't tell why.
In fact, they still haven't figured out how Gu Weiman fell into a coma and how he woke up later.
He was secretly worried.
I’m afraid that something might happen to Gu Weimian’s health again.
"I brought you Fu Man Lou. Don't you like what their chef cooks? I remember his best dish is scallop porridge."
"No, his specialty is shrimp dumplings."
Ning Quruo: “…”
“The porridge is delicious too.”
"It's not that I don't want to drink, it's just that I can't drink it." Gu Weimian spread his hands.
Ning Quruo felt distressed when she saw Gu Weimian's pitiful appearance.
It's okay to have porridge for one or two meals, and drink it all the time...but you can't have anything else, it really doesn't taste good.
But the shrimp dumplings are also not edible.
You can't not eat.
You can't take nutritional injections every day.
I was in a coma for the past five days and had been receiving nutritional injections for five days.
There is nothing we can do about it.
Seeing him in a dilemma and about to go crazy, Gu Weimian suddenly smiled, her eyes softened.
"Okay, okay, I'll drink my porridge obediently, but I have a request."
Ning Quruo breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "You can tell me, as long as it's not about picking the stars or the moon."
"I want to see the scarf."
Ning Quruo's face, which had just relaxed, darkened again when he heard this.
Look at the scarf? ...
Has Gu Weimian been waiting for him here from the beginning?
"Did you see my text message?"
The text message was sent by Duan Qianchuan.
I'm talking about the scarf.
Gu Weimian smiled slightly, "Yes."
Ning Quruo stood up from his seat and walked out with a gloomy face.
Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, "Where are you going?"
She was responded by the sound of a door closing with a bang.
Seeing this, Gu Weimian pursed his lips, sighed slightly, then sank down and lay down on the bed.
The whole person curled up.
“Click—”
The sound of the door opening again.
Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and raised his head from the quilt.
Ning Quruo stood at the door and looked at her coldly.
He walked over and helped Gu Weimian pull up the messy quilt again, smoothing out the wrinkles with his slender hands. His movements were delicate and gentle, but his face was still stiff.
Gu Weimian's pair of peach blossom eyes exposed outside the quilt suddenly narrowed their eyes in a smile: "Can't get up?"
"You also know that I'm angry?" Ning Quruo's voice was cold, with a little more of the coldness from before.
Gu Weimian pursed his lips and said, "I won't look at the scarf anymore."
“Am I angry about this?”
The man's voice rose, then quickly dropped.
He was obviously angry that Gu Weimian didn't take his body seriously.
No matter how good a scarf is, it’s nothing.
But what made him angry was that she refused to drink porridge for the sake of her scarf!