Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Gu Chenye looked at her and raised the corners of his lips coolly: "I think you are thinking of how to kill me."

"Well, I do... ss..." Before she could finish her words, the sudden pain on her neck made Yan Ji, who was unaware, take a breath. It was Gu Chenye who pressed his hand on her. on the neck.

When the fingertips touched the skin, the tingling sensation spread and the skin was broken. It was probably scratched by Qian Wei just now.

Gu Chenye took back his hand and showed her the little blood on his fingertips: "If you bite someone without being scratched, you are going to eat someone."

Yan Ji: "...Then you'd better not close your eyes when you sleep at night, because if I really get sick, I will definitely bite you to death first."

Snow began to fall from the sky. Small snowflakes fell on the windshield and quickly turned into water. But as more and more snow fell, it gradually accumulated into a shallow layer.

The Yan family was a bit far away from Gu Mansion, and the snowy road was slow, so it took a long time to drive only a short distance.

The two of them never talked much, and there was no music on in the car. It was so quiet that you could even hear the rustle of snowflakes falling on the car.

Yan Ji stared straight ahead. Gu Chenye, probably in a panic, suddenly asked: "Are your biological parents good to you?"

"??"

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment before realizing that Gu Chenye was asking about her adoptive parents. Not long after she came to the Yan family, she knew that Yan Weizheng and Zhou Shuyue were her biological parents, so it had been a long time since she had known her husband and her parents. The words are connected.

She narrowed her eyes, and her voice was as calm as if she was saying something insignificant: "We country children are different from you young masters and ladies. Just live, there is nothing wrong with it."

Gu Chenye: "..."

He wasn't very concerned about Yan Ji's well-being, otherwise he wouldn't have asked her. Instead, he asked Xie Fangze to check. But it was Zhou Shuyue who mentioned it, so he asked her. Since she didn't want to say more, Then forget it.

But maybe Yan Ji is telling the truth. Judging from Zhou Shuyue's training of Yan Jiaojiao, Yan Ji, who has no merit, is indeed the type who has a bad life.

After the topic ended, there was another long silence until Yan Ji drove the car into the pit.

Gu Chenye: "..."

The car made a buzzing roar, and the wheels on the rear rotated at high speed, but no matter how hard she stepped on the accelerator, the car always stayed firmly in the pit, with no intention of moving forward.

The man raised his eyelids and looked at the deserted street outside, with a hint of helplessness in his mocking tone: "Yanji, are you a pig? You can drive into a pit on such a wide road?"

She tried twice more and gave up completely: "Go down."

Gu Chenye sat motionless in the passenger seat, "I don't have a driver's license, so I can't drive. If someone reports me again this time, I won't let them take away my driver's license again."

Yan Ji turned to look at him and pursed his lips: "I want you to go down and push the cart."

"..." When has the pampered Mr. Gu ever done such a menial job? Not to mention pushing a cart, even if there was a car accident on the highway and he had to wait outside the isolation zone, someone would have to be there to bring tea and water and hold an umbrella: "You want me to go down and push the cart?"

"What if I go down and push?"

It was impossible for Yan Ji to push. Not to mention whether she could push or not. As a man, Gu Chenye, even if he disliked her, would not be so graceless as to sit in the car and turn on the air conditioner while letting a woman brave the cold to push. Car, but he was really unwilling to obey Yan Ji's arrangement.

It's still a bit far from Gu Mansion. If the driver picks him up, at this speed, it will take at least two hours to get here. The cart is the fastest. He just took a look and found that the hole is not deep. It's just a slippery road in the snow. Not coming.

Gu Chenye faced off with her for half a minute before he finally opened the car door and got out with a sneer. The biting cold wind blew on his face, and his eyebrows instantly tightened.

This was definitely the most embarrassing time in Gu Chenye's life. Dirty snow splashed all over him as the tires rolled rapidly. In a rare moment, he made a rude comment.

Snowflakes fell on the body, melted and seeped into the clothes, and soon a large piece of it was wet, sticking to the body and feeling cold.

I don't know how long it took, but the car was finally pushed out. When he got in, he almost couldn't hold the door handle. He blew the air conditioner for a long time, and his fingers that were stiff from the cold gradually regained their usual flexibility.

He looked at Yan Ji and gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better open your eyes wide and open carefully. If you go in again, you have to walk back."

By the time the two of them finally returned to Gu Mansion, it was already past three in the morning. Yan Ji was afraid of the cold and parked the car in the basement with a constant temperature system.

The two of them took the elevator directly to the second floor. When they entered the door, he took off his wet coat and threw it into Yan Ji's arms: "Wash it."

He pressed the doorknob with one hand, and pulled open the collar of his shirt with the other hand. His rough movements were filled with resentment, and he entered and closed the door in one go.

Yanji: "..."

The cold touch made her tremble, and by the time she reacted and was about to refuse, Gu Chenye was no longer at the door.

She took the clothes back to the room and threw them on the sofa. As for the words "washed", Quan pretended not to hear them.

While taking a shower, Yan Ji felt a little dizzy, but Yan Ji thought it was because he went to bed too late, so he didn't take it to heart. Only when he lay down in bed did he realize that he had a fever.

The medicine kit was downstairs. She had a fever and was not energetic. She was very sleepy. She lay lazily on the bed and refused to move. She thought about taking it easy before going down to get it, but she fell asleep not long after.

Drowsily, she felt something cold pressed against her forehead. It was so comfortable that she couldn't help but rub her face.

Gu Chenye: "..."

He looked at the woman curled up like a cat on the bed, rubbing her cheek against the pillow, her face gloomy.

He even doubted whether he had dug Yanji's ancestral grave in his previous life, and he had just met her in this life. It was him who pushed the cart under the heavy snow. It turned out that she still had a fever. She stayed up for most of the night, and now she still has to guard her here. she.

Aunt Song glanced at Gu Chenye's cold face and said cautiously: "Madam, madam has a fever."

The man said indifferently: "I'm not blind."

She was burning with smoke.

Aunt Song looked at Yan Ji's sweat-soaked clothes and said, "Sir, why don't you help my wife change her clothes first? They are all soaked. They will definitely be uncomfortable to wear and will not be conducive to her recovery."

Gu Chenye gave her a cold look, his eyes were deep and his lips tightened: "You change it for her."

"No," Aunt Song refused quickly: "My wife doesn't like others touching her. If she knew that I changed the clothes, she would be angry."

"If you are so pretentious when you are sick, let her wear it," he grinded his back molars and gritted his teeth and added: "It will be good to die from the illness."