The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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When she wore Hanfu, she looked like the handsome young man in the painting. "nothing." Gu Weimian always felt that Huo Yan's eyes were full of deep meaning, which made her body's defense mechanism, which had just been released, suddenly start to work rapidly again. After many twists and turns, Ning Quruo got the phone number of Huo Yan's personal secretary: Lin Zhiyun.
I recognized it at a glance; it was a series of photos that Gu Weimian took at Yanhuang TV Station that day.
When she wore Hanfu, she looked like the handsome young man in the painting.
Gu Weimian's wrist, which was being held, loosened, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
I feel so clever.
He clapped his hands and was about to leave.
But I heard Huo Yan's voice was low and hoarse,
"Are these clothes still available?"
Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
I didn't understand what Huo Yan meant.
The man raised his eyes, his gaze deep, and his fingers traced Gu Weimian's cheek in the photo, and her waist tightly bound by a belt.
"nothing."
Gu Weimian always felt that Huo Yan's eyes were full of deep meaning, which made her body's defense mechanism, which had just been released, suddenly start to work rapidly again.
But just as he opened it, the man lowered his eyes again.
She really wondered if she was being overly sensitive.
Gu Weimian frowned, "I'll go back first."
She frowned, turned and walked out.
“Boom!…”
Silver-white lightning streaked across the dark night sky, followed by several more snow-white lightning bolts.
The dark night suddenly became fragmented.
The rain came down in torrents.
Gu Weiman subconsciously looked at Huo Yan.
The man felt her gaze and looked back indifferently.
"It's not something I can control."
Gu Weimian: “…”
Of course she knew that this was not something Huo Yan could control!
But what was with the strange joy and happiness in the man's tone?
Look at Huo Yan's face carefully again.
That face with deep features was still cold and ascetic.
It was not as happy as she had imagined.
Strange...
Gu Weiman frowned.
Was it just her illusion?
"It should stop soon." Gu Weimian said seriously.
Such heavy rain usually doesn't last too long.
If Gu Weimian had a smartphone right now, the weather app on her phone would tell her...it would rain for a very long time.
…
Yanjing Hotel.
A tall man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite on the 26th floor.
The white lightning reflected on the man's face, casting shadows on his three-dimensional facial features.
Those peach blossom eyes had dark pupils, and you could hardly see the color inside.
The man's phone rang vaguely, swallowed by the sound of rain outside the window, almost inaudible:
"Sorry... the number you dialed... is turned off..."
The man pressed the hang-up button and dialed again.
But it was exactly the same reply.
Picking up the phone, the man dialed another number.
When the call was made, the words "Huo Yan" were clearly displayed on the phone screen.
After a beep, the other end of the phone rang with the same reply as before:
"I'm sorry... you called..."
Ning Quruo suddenly hung up the phone.
He looked at the water outside the window, which seemed to merge into one continuous piece. His eyes were extremely indifferent, without even a trace of fluctuation.
Like pouring cement.
Only the occasional lightning outside the window flashed across the man's eyes, like a white blade.
He lowered his eyes and looked at his phone in thought for a moment.
Call your assistant.
After many twists and turns, Ning Quruo got the phone number of Huo Yan's personal secretary: Lin Zhiyun.
"Beep-beep-beep-" After a few rings on the other end of the phone, Lin Zhiyun finally answered the call.
"Where?" Ning Quruo went straight to the point.
These two words sound calm at first glance.
The hairs on Lin Zhiyun's back stood up, but he kept smiling.
"Miss Gu has already gone to bed."