The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Feeling Gu Weiman's gaze, the man raised one hand and turned her head back. As the door opened, the first thing he saw was Huo Yan's bloodshot eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell. In the back seat, Huo Yan hugged Gu Weiman tightly, and his whole body seemed to be like a statue, motionless.
She really didn't like the illusion she had, and she didn't like the ambiguous relationship that seemed so close yet so distant.
Feeling Gu Weiman's gaze, the man raised one hand and turned her head back.
His hot palms rested on either side of her cheeks, fixing her gaze.
Must move forward.
We can only move forward.
The man's palm was so warm, but Gu Weiman felt a chill in his heart, which gradually spread to his limbs.
She couldn't help but shiver.
You don't allow her to look back, right?
Don't want to see her face?
Are you so disgusted?
Her heart was cold, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I really should go."
Behind him, the man was silent and didn't say anything.
She raised her hand. This time Huo Yan used his strength, and she also used her strength to pry open Huo Yan's hand that was supporting her little by little.
"Don't move." Huo Yan's dull voice came, but it couldn't stop Gu Weimian's actions.
The man's voice was deep and filled with anger. "I told you not to move!"
"I told you to let go! Is it fun to trap me?" Her eyes flashed crimson. "Or are you so horny now... that you'd even want me?"
As long as I don't see her face, right?
She twisted the man's hand until her fingertips turned white.
A trace of blood appeared on the back of the man's hand, and scarlet blood beads rushed out.
However, both of them seemed not to see it and were competing silently, neither of them would let the other go and neither of them would admit defeat.
The man's arms, which were originally loose, now became much bigger.
Gu Weimian also increased his strength and felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't know if it was because he used too much force. The elevator stopped and the exhaust system stopped with it. His chest felt heavy and he had a hard time breathing.
She gritted her teeth and refused to beg for mercy. Deep down, she hated the man behind her.
At this moment, she even felt that there was no difference between Huo Yan and Ao Qijun, and that Huo Yan was even more hateful than Ao Qijun.
Ao Qijun was engaged to her, but he told her confidently that he loved Gu Siyu.
Being with her is just for her heart.
Huo Yan is more terrifying than Ao Qijun...
Even though he hated her so much, he was still able to treat her well in every possible way and was so genuine in the little details.
He could promise her that he loved her.
He could restrain himself and endure because she couldn't adapt.
He can always keep an eye on her and lend her a helping hand.
But does he love her?
If you don't love her but do all this, isn't that another kind of cruelty?
The air in Gu Weimian's chest was gradually drained, and he clenched his teeth, unwilling to make a sound.
The next second, her hands suddenly lost their strength, darkness appeared before her eyes, and her whole body went limp. She had to hold on tightly to avoid falling down.
It took several seconds, or maybe even as long as a century, before Huo Yan realized that something was wrong with Gu Weiman.
"Weiwei?" His voice was a little unsteady.
There was deathly silence in the elevator.
The man turned Gu Weimian over. During this process, the strength that Gu Weimian had originally supported himself with in his hands dissipated, and he almost fell to the ground.
Huo Yan's fingers trembled as he touched the tip of Gu Weimian's nose, "Weiwei!"
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Lin Zhiyun was waiting at the elevator door on the first floor.
As the door opened, the first thing he saw was Huo Yan's bloodshot eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell.
He held Gu Weimian in his arms and rushed out of the elevator pushing the wheelchair with one hand, "Let's go to the hospital!"
Almost subconsciously, Lin Zhiyun rushed to the black Maybach and opened the door.
The car flashed out from the underground garage like a ghost and rushed towards the hospital.
In the back seat, Huo Yan hugged Gu Weiman tightly, and his whole body seemed to be like a statue, motionless.
"hurry up."