The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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When Gu Weimian saw himself taking off the shoes that were placed beside the bed, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. She quickly put on her socks and shoes, turned around, and wanted to help Huo Yan tidy up the bed that she had messed up. Gu Weimian took a step forward, walked around Huo Yan's wheelchair, and walked out quickly.
When Gu Weimian saw himself taking off the shoes that were placed beside the bed, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
The man's cold gaze didn't allow her to think too much. She quickly put on her socks and shoes, turned around, and wanted to help Huo Yan tidy up the bed that she had messed up.
As soon as she picked up the quilt, it was pulled away by the man next to her.
Huo Yan rolled up the quilt and threw it on the ground: "It's so dirty, do you think I will still want it!"
Gu Weimian looked at the white quilt on the ground and clenched his fingers.
She knew that Huo Yan said the quilt was dirty because she had slept on it before!
She tried desperately to reconcile with this man, but he looked at her as if she were a piece of trash.
Gu Weimian was somewhat doubtful whether it was the right decision for him to come to Huo Yan.
If it were in the past, she would at most sneer and turn around and leave.
She is the eldest daughter of the Gu family, and there are many people willing to flatter her. Why should she stay here to look at the face of a disabled person?
But... Gu Weimian thought of the scenes where the two of them parted unhappily, took a deep breath, and suppressed the discomfort and grievance in his heart: "Then I'll help you throw it away."
As she said this, she squatted down and picked up the quilt.
Her fingertips had just touched the quilt when her hand was knocked away with a "snap".
Gu Weimian's eyes turned red with anger.
Maybe this man is a psychopath, maybe everything in the fire was just her imagination, maybe they are more suitable to be enemies...
No, they are natural enemies!
Since reconciliation is impossible, forget it.
Gu Weimian stood up. As the eldest daughter of the Gu family, she was not so pitiful as to kneel down and lick a man!
Even if he is the president of Shengshi Group in the future, even if he is the man with the most power in the world in the future, so what?
She didn't ask him for anything!
Gu Weimian took a step forward, walked around Huo Yan's wheelchair, and walked out quickly.
The two people passed each other in silence.
The man looked towards the French window with a heavy gaze.
The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn.
There was only a vague figure of Gu Weiman, who was quickly walking away from the room.
Gu Weimian's footsteps suddenly paused.
Huo Yan was stunned for a moment, then he saw in the reflection of the window that Gu Weimian turned around and walked back towards him quickly.
Gu Weimian's eyes were fixed on a red object that had fallen out from beside the white quilt on the floor.
It was the pull she just made that caused the quilt to move, and the thing that was originally wrapped tightly in the quilt fell out.
But she didn't care before.
A hint of doubt flashed across Gu Weimian's eyes, and he reached out to pick it up.
Huo Yan frowned and quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, but Gu Weimian dodged it.
She took a step ahead of Huo Yan and picked up the things on the ground.
"Didn't I tell you to get out?" Huo Yan grabbed Gu Weimian.
Gu Weimian staggered a step when Huo Yan pulled her, but she ignored his harsh words. Her attention was on the thing in her hand.
It's a hot water bottle!
Hot...
Gu Weimian held it in his hand, and suddenly he understood something with a flash of light in his mind.
She didn't run to Huo Yan's bed by herself, nor did she take off her shoes and socks by herself.
It was never her...
It’s Huo Yan!
It’s the man in front of me!
There was deathly silence in the room.
"Get out!" The man's low voice rang in Gu Weiman's ears, with anxiety and irritability in his eyes.
Gu Weimian lowered his head, still holding the hot water bottle in his hand without moving.