The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

This silent silence is infinitely magnified in the optical brain's communication system, making it obvious and abrupt.

Just when Guan Jinxiu thought that Shu Le would definitely ask, the person on the other side of the communication suddenly changed to another topic.

There was no anger in Shu Le's voice, and it gave people a feeling of being very good at speaking.

He seemed to think for a moment, and asked, "Okay, Mr. Guan, then I'll ask another question."

"What exactly is written in the material impeaching the Shu family?"

Shu Le paused, and added with a smile, "Don't say you don't know. Gu Anyan dare not discuss with his mother. I have the best friendship with you besides me. How about it? This question is easy to answer."

The answer to this question is fixed, and it is indeed easy to answer.

It’s just that Guan Jinxiu didn’t know what came to mind, but Guan Jinxiu was much calmer than before: “Since you want to know this question, why didn’t you ask Gu Rong before?”

Shu Le: "..."

Oh shit.

Of course, I came to ask you because I didn't want to ask Gu Rong.

However, before Shu Le could utter his rebuttal, there was a knock on the door of the room from outside.

Gu Rong's voice came in immediately: "Lele, it's time to eat."

Shu Le had no choice but to hold back what he hadn't said yet.

He grabbed two handfuls of hair in distress, propped himself up on the bed and crawled out of the quilt, and was very irritable to end the communication with Guan Jinxiu: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, just pull it down, there are so many nonsense. Hang up ,I'm going to eat."

Soon there was a chatter from the other end of the communication, and then the sound of slippers on the ground was heard.

Just a second before Shu Le was about to hang up the communication, Guan Jinxiu suddenly stopped him: "Lele!"

Shu Le casually grabbed two handfuls of clothes on his body, and didn't expect Guan Jinxiu's conscience to suddenly find out, so he said lazily, "What else can the young master do?"

Guan Jinxiu was silent for a few seconds, and said reassuringly, "Lele, give me some time, and I will answer your first question."

Shu Le said "Oh" slowly: "Actually, I'm more curious about the second question now."

Guan Jinxiu: "..."

Shu Le's tone was a little bit joking: "Well, it's not bad if you can tell me the answer to the first question. Then I'll wait for your good news, Guan... Boss, okay? .”

Although all these years have passed, Schule's tone has hardly changed.

Crisp wheat kisses came from the other side of the communication, with a kind of intimacy and temptation that was almost provocative.

And that man's characteristic thick skin.

Guan Jinxiu froze for a moment.

By the time he realized it, Shu Le had already hung up the communication.

Gu Rong's knock on the door was not hurried.

After knocking three times from the beginning, it became quiet again, as if the people waiting outside had already left.

But Shu Le opened the door, and saw Gu Rong standing outside the house.

Gu Rong stretched out his hand, touched Shule's forehead, frowned slightly and said, "It feels like the temperature is getting higher at night, remember to take medicine after eating."

Shu Le pulled Gu Rong's hand down, raised his eyes to look at Gu Rong, smiled and said: "Okay, anyway, you will definitely remind me to eat."

Gu Rong did not refute this sentence, but pulled Shu Le's wrist, and embraced him very affectionately: "Let's go downstairs to eat."

Shu Le didn't refute Gu Rong's words, nor did he make any move to break away from Gu Rong.

Through a thin layer of pajamas, he could feel Gu Rong's strong and straight chest.

And the beating heart in the chest.

During this period of time, the two of them have spent more and more time in physical contact.

Gu Rong seems to be very accustomed to this kind of physical communication, and many movements are extremely proficient——

Like it's been done many times before.

It's possible again.

Indeed it has been done many times.

Shu Le sat down at the dining table.

There are already rich dishes on the table.

The presentation of each dish is exquisite and attractive, and it seems that it should have just come out of the pan, and it is still steaming.

Although Gu Rong self-effacingly said that his cooking skills are mediocre, but now the results of the acceptance test show that every dish he makes is full of color, flavor and taste.

And the name of the dish was indeed exactly the same as the menu he ordered just before going upstairs.

Maybe from this point of view.

Gu Rong really respected him a lot?

After thinking about it, Shu Le felt it was ridiculous, so he curled the corners of his lips.

Gu Rong, who was sitting opposite him, naturally caught Shu Le's smile immediately.

Gu Rong handed a pair of chopsticks to Shu Le, and asked very naturally, "What are you laughing at?"

Shu Le put his hand on his chin, took the pair of chopsticks and put them beside the bowl, and said very strangely: "Master Marshal, I thought you would ask me what I was doing in the room just now."

Gu Rong filled Shu Le with a soup bowl, then wiped his hands, and answered the question: "Well, what did you do in the room just now?"

The smell of the soup is fragrant and rich, and it floats to the tip of Shu Le's nose.

Shu Le smashed his mouth, took out a spoon and stirred it in the soup bowl, then took out a spoonful and drank it, and said with eyebrows raised, "I'm on the phone with Guan Jinxiu."

Gu Rong didn't seem very surprised, but brought some food for Shu Le: "Oh, then what did you tell him?"

Shu Le obediently ate the food on his plate, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth: "I asked him, who actually presented the information to the emperor."

There was no trace of panic on Gu Rong's face, but he nodded: "That's a good question, did he answer you?"

Shu Le spread his hands: "Of course not."

"So, I asked him another question."

Gu Rong glanced at Shu Le: "What's the problem?"

Shu Le said: "I asked him what was written in the impeachment document."

Gu Rong stopped and didn't speak.

Shu Le scooped up two spoonfuls of soup unhurriedly, wiped the corners of his mouth after drinking, and said, "But he didn't answer me either."

Gu Rong looked as usual, and said flatly: "Really?"

"Yes."

Shu Le put the spoon back into the bowl, "But he showed me the way."

Gu Rong: "What way?"

Shu Le frowned, and leaned forward from the other side of the table: "Guan Jinxiu said—let me ask you."

Gu Rong put down the chopsticks in his hand, and the moment he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Shu Le's eyes.

The corners of Shu Le's mouth were full of smiles, but the expression in his eyes was cold.

He pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to push away the bowls and plates on the table, and asked slowly, "So Marshal, can you tell me?"

Shu Le was too close, and he could see the tip of Gu Rong's nose when he lowered his eyes.

And the rate at which his breathing fluctuates.

However, even being questioned like this, Gu Rong's breathing was still calm.

It just has a bit of a burning taste.

Gu Rong raised his hand, gently rubbed the black hair beside Shu Le's ears, and said in a coaxing voice: "Lele, I don't like you calling me Marshal, it's too distant."

Shu Le hooked the corner of his mouth, and leaned forward a little bit: "How about Uncle Gu?"

Gu Rong smiled but did not answer.

The pajamas on Shu Le's body were spread out to both sides due to the excessively forward posture, revealing a piece of smooth shoulder and neck skin and a sticky Adam's apple.

There are also two soft rosy grains on the chest.

Gu Rong's eyes flicked over Shu Le's slightly pale curves, and finally settled on those two bright red lips.

The hand that had just been placed next to Shule's ear moved forward.

When he moved, his fingers pressed against Shu Le's delicate lips.

Gu Rong couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, but his movements were very gentle: "I'll give you another chance."

The fingers on the lips had rough calluses, like the marks worn by weapons after military operations.

The skin on the lips is delicate, and after being pressed for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a numb itching.

His hands were placed on both sides of the dining table, which had already been held by Gu Rong at this time, unable to break free.

Gu Rong looked leisurely, as if he had enough time to wait for the result Shu Le gave him: "Lele, think about it again, what should I call me."

After a moment.

Shu Le smiled lightly.

The smile was very light, it seemed to be mocking, and it seemed to carry some subtle hatred.

After a brief chuckle.

Shu Le took out his held hands, then took a step back, and sat back in his seat.

He opened his mouth, and his cool voice echoed faintly in the huge dining room.

"Gu Rong."

At the moment when these two words were called out from Shu Le's mouth——

Gu Rong's tall and straight figure trembled almost invisible.

In just a blink of an eye, he regained his composure.

Gu Rong took the wine glass on the table and raised it to Shu Le, with a barely audible sigh in his voice.

"Welcome back, my Lele."