The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Ning Quruo finally sensed something was wrong, "Aren't you in Mingzhu City?" He called a few days ago! we will not go there." "Why?" This time, it was Ning's mother who spoke on the other end of the line, "Yuetong is returning home today, we have to pick her up at the airport." The voice carried a bit of anticipation and a bit of joy. Just as he was about to ask, Ning's father's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Qu Ruo, hang up first." “Beep, beep, beep…” The call was hung up.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." The man finally spoke.
Ning Quruo breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll send a car to pick you up. Where are you?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Ning Quruo finally sensed something was wrong, "Aren't you in Mingzhu City?"
He called a few days ago!
As the patriarch of the Ning family, it’s possible that he couldn’t book a plane ticket, right?
"Yes, yes." Father Ning also felt that he could not delay any longer. He swallowed and whispered, "Today... we will not go there."
"Why?"
This time, it was Ning's mother who spoke on the other end of the line, "Yuetong is returning home today, we have to pick her up at the airport."
The voice carried a bit of anticipation and a bit of joy.
It is the joy from the bottom of my heart that the wanderers from afar have finally returned home.
Ning Quruo frowned.
Ning Yuetong?
"But Weimian is lying in the operating room now..."
Hearing this, Ning's mother was also helpless, "Then there is nothing we can do. This is the doctor's responsibility, right?"
Ning Quruo's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.
The doctor’s responsibility?
How could Ning's mother actually say that?
Before he could say anything, he heard cheers from the other end of the phone.
"Yuetong."
Then there was the sound of two people's "pattering" footsteps.
Then, Ning Yuetong's voice was heard.
"Dad, Mom."
The voice was gentle, also filled with the joy of reunion.
This is also the voice that Ning Quruo has been listening to for more than ten years.
But at this moment it feels extremely harsh.
He was about to hang up the phone when he heard Ning Yuetong's tender voice "A Yan".
Ah Yan?
Huo Yan?
Just as he was about to ask, Ning's father's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Qu Ruo, hang up first."
“Beep, beep, beep…”
The call was hung up.
Ning Quruo was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
Considering that the man didn't answer the phone before, what else could he not understand?
These one by one...
Are they all going to pick up Ning Yuetong?
Airport pick-up...
Oh……
Naturally, it is more important than Gu Weiman’s first aid.
He looked up at the emergency room.
The light on the door was still on.
But the sadness here only belongs to a few of them.
Other people can't feel it.
…
Gu Weimian slept for one day and two nights this time.
Ning Quruo carefully wiped her face and hands, and the soft towel wiped through her fingers.
She shrank her hand because of the itch.
But he was grabbed by the man.
There was a look of majesty on the man's delicate face.
The towel wiped across the skin, the movements were gentle and delicate.
Gu Weimian glanced at Ning Quruo with a complicated expression.
In just a few days, the pampered young master learned how to serve others.
After Ning Quruo wiped her face, she hung up the towel.
Then he took the comb.
"Sit forward and I'll comb your hair."
Although the movements were gentle and delicate, the attitude... was unexpectedly tough.
Gu Weimian pursed his lips, "Are you in a bad mood?"
This face is as hard as iron.
The man looked at Gu Weimian coldly, "Come forward and sit down."
Gu Weimian: “…”
It really wasn't her illusion.
The man is so fierce!
She reluctantly moved a little towards the end of the bed and sat in the middle of it.
The man sat behind her.
The teeth of the comb brushed against her scalp, making her close her eyes comfortably.
"Does it hurt?" the man asked in a low voice.
"It doesn't hurt." Gu Weimian said cheerfully.
And it's very comfortable.
Suddenly I became obsessed with combing my hair.