The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Gu Weimian heard the content of Huo Yan's phone call in the bathroom and hurried out of the bathroom: "No need!" It's too much trouble to call a doctor in the middle of the night. "But, you used to have to ask your family doctor to come over when you cut your little finger..." Gu Weimian choked slightly. After Huo Yan finished speaking, he realized that his breath was bad, so he lowered his head and put a few pieces of the remaining ice cubes he brought from the kitchen in Gu Weimian's hand.
“…Ask Dr. Chen to come over. I’ll give you ten minutes. I want to see him appear in front of me.
Gu Weimian heard the content of Huo Yan's phone call in the bathroom and hurried out of the bathroom: "No need!"
It's too much trouble to call a doctor in the middle of the night.
I just scalded my hand with the hot water bottle!
"Gu Weimian, I don't have much patience!"
"It's just a minor injury. Calling a doctor for this is too hypocritical!"
There was a moment of silence in the room. Huo Yan frowned tightly. "But, you used to have to ask your family doctor to come over when you cut your little finger..."
Gu Weimian choked slightly. Was she really so delicate before?
"That's not right... I never called a doctor. Was it grandpa who did it?" Gu Weiman finally found the truth of the matter in his vague memory.
"You cried so miserably, how could the old man bear it?"
If it were him... he wouldn't be willing to do that either.
He still remembered the time when Gu Weimian's finger was broken and the girl curled up on the sofa crying heartbreakingly. At that moment, he felt the heartache for the first time.
Gu Weimian pursed her lips. It seemed like she couldn't be blamed for this...
She looked at Huo Yan: "This time, I didn't cry!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Weimian felt so stupid. She wanted to explain that she was not crying because of the injury on her hand, but she couldn't come up with a normal reason for a while.
She simply stepped forward and tried to snatch the phone from Huo Yan's hand, but the man had already cut off the communication before her.
Gu Weimian was so angry that his hand was caught by Huo Yan.
"How old are you anyway? Is it so hard to take a shower without anyone watching?"
The man's voice was cold, like a father scolding his daughter.
This used to make Gu Weimian feel disgusted. Even her biological father didn't dare to speak to her like that, let alone other people.
At most, Ao Qijun was just a little cold towards her. As a mature man, how could he yell at her?
That has never happened before.
Huo Yan was the first person who dared to treat her like that, so naturally Gu Weimian hated him.
After Huo Yan finished speaking, he realized that his breath was bad, so he lowered his head and put a few pieces of the remaining ice cubes he brought from the kitchen in Gu Weimian's hand. But he was afraid that she would get cold, so after a while, he picked it up and placed it in his palm.
He used the water from his palms to cool Gu Weimian's hands.
With such an action, I don’t know how cold Huo Yan’s palms were.
"...I'm sorry." Gu Weiman's muffled voice sounded in Huo Yan's ears.
Huo Yan was stunned and looked up at her.
Gu Weimian's beautiful peach blossom eyes were a little swollen, and tears fell again.
Maybe she was really blind in her previous life.
She thought her father was very good, her stepmother was very good, her sister was very good, and the person she liked was the best in the world.
However, these people whom she thought were good people joined hands and pushed her into the abyss step by step.
But she avoided Huo Yan, a person who was truly kind to her, like the plague.
She owes this person too much...
"I'm sorry." Gu Weimian said in a hoarse voice.
"What are you sorry for?" Huo Yan frowned and looked at Gu Weimian strangely.
Gu Weimian looked at Huo Yan.
I'm sorry for saying mean things to you, I'm sorry for wanting to kill you, I'm sorry for causing you to lose your loved one... I'm sorry for causing you to die with me...
All the regrets can only be expressed with one word: sorry.
"I'm sorry about the engagement..."