I seem to be a fake mistress

After finishing speaking, Wen Qi scooped up a big spoonful of porridge, swallowed and chewed mechanically, Gu Xian deliberately looked at his expression, but found that he had no other reaction at all this time, almost no different from a normal person.

Only when he swallowed it did he frown.

A normal person tastes delicious food in order to maintain the activity of the body.

so different.

He just focused on scooping up the porridge in front of him without even picking up the chopsticks, completely detached from things, Gu Xian even felt that he could go directly to become a monk.

Wen Qi was almost stuffed with porridge, and he raised his eyelids after the bowl was clean: "Can I go now?"

Gu Xian: "The master hasn't finished eating, why are you leaving the table in such a hurry?"

Wen Qi had no choice but to sit where he was, while Gu Xian slowly began to cut up the beef in front of him. Wen Qi pressed his lips tightly, his stomach was already churning, and he instinctively responded to the intruding food. made a rejection reaction.

If only I could find a place to spit it out... that would be great.

Wait a minute, after Gu Xian finishes his meal, he can leave.

Gu Xian ate more and more slowly, and finally waited until his bowl was finished, but Gu Xian asked someone to serve another plate, and Wen Qi's face became more and more ugly.

The turbulent waves in his stomach beat against the fragile stomach wall, and he could hardly bear it anymore!

After standing up with a "chuckle", Wen Qi wanted to run to the toilet.

He couldn't consider Gu Xian's thoughts now.

Gu Xian grabbed him when he left his seat.

"If you dare to vomit in my house again, I will seal your mouth with tape."

Wen Qi: "I can't..."

With tears in his eyes, he said with difficulty: "I really can't."

At the end, a tear rolled down his cheek, Wen Qi said: "Kill me."

Gu Xian felt dull for a moment: "Go and vomit."

Wen Qi walked into the toilet as if he had been pardoned.

Gu Xian sat on the chair, looking at the table full of dishes in front of him, feeling upset.

How could someone have to spit it out after eating something?So what has he been eating all these years?No wonder I didn't see a few ounces of flesh on my body the first time.

Hold.

How did he think of going there?

This person who vomited all over his body, how could he have had that kind of thing with him in the first place?

However, the more I thought about it, the more itchy my heart became. Except for the people before, Gu Xian had never had a meat drive after Wen Qi.

After Wen Qi came out neatly, Gu Xian came up with the idea of ​​trying him again.

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows, rushed to the seat to pick up the bag: "I'm going first."

However, the people behind him didn't let him leave and dragged him directly to the second floor.

The corner of Gu Xian's mouth was filled with a smile: "You're quite clever, so... don't run away."

Wen Qi hurriedly shouted: "I have many diseases."

Gu Xian snorted: "So what about many diseases? Anyway, it's not contagious, so just treat it."

Due to the disparity in physical strength, Wen Qi was pinned tightly on the bed by Gu Xian. Gu Xian patted Wen Qi's face lightly: "Can you stop moving, beauty? If you move again, I'm sure it will hurt you. "

Wen Qi turned his face away, and tried his best to make Gu Xian sober, so he said, "Don't forget, your ex-boyfriend...do you feel sorry for him by doing this?"

Gu Xian was taken aback.

Wen Qi thought that he would turn around in bitterness, and felt that he must not be like this, but Gu Xian just sneered: "I told you, don't talk about him."

In fact, what Wen Qi didn't know was that in Gu Xian's mind, his impression of the boy in front became more and more blurred and faded. If he wanted to recall his face carefully, all he saw was Wen Qi's face. .

Wen Qi: "Since you still love him, then don't..."

What he got in exchange for the struggle was Gu Xian's suppression again and again. Gu Xian bit his lip violently and fiercely, and his rough fingers wandered around every corner of Wen Qi's body.

Wen Qi already had a crush on boys, how could he stand up to the teasing of a prodigal son in love?

He was soon addicted to breathing in and out.

Gu Xian whispered in his ear: "Honey, you don't seem to reject it."

Wen Qi opened his closed eyes, but Gu Xian seemed to see stars in them.

It was difficult for him to describe the emotion in Wen Qi's eyes at that moment.

It seems to be grateful, and it seems to be fallen.

But in the next second, he couldn't help himself to think calmly at all.

Because the person who seemed to be detached from the world who had been repelling and rejecting before stretched out his hands and hugged his back tightly.

This brought their relationship to a new level, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air became stronger.

Gu Xian also felt hearty, and he whispered in his ear again: "Honey, did I make you feel good?"

Wen Qi bit his lip and kept silent, while Gu Xian smiled wantonly.

When all the illusions were over and all the charms were gone, the irritability in Gu Xian's heart surged up again.

He didn't know in what state he should face Wen Qi, and he didn't know if Wen Qi was watching him coldly now, and he didn't know what kind of mean words were hidden in those pink lips.

Gu Xian got out of bed and looked back: "Wash yourself?"

Wen Qi stood up indifferently: "Yes."

Gu Xian pulled open the bedside table and took out a wad of money from the first drawer: "Thanks for your hard work."

Hearing the sound of tickets falling on the cabinet, Wen Qi glanced back, and said flatly, "You too."

After washing, he went downstairs without taking a step towards the bedside table.

The irony in this "you too" is self-evident.

Gu Xian stood upstairs and watched the figure walk to the gate of his house.

The people around said: "Master, do you need to call him back?"

After all, the young master has refused to let Liu Qingning leave today for various reasons, and now he is still watching from upstairs, shouldn't it be time for them to help?

Gu Xian waved his hands: "No need. Let him go and see if he has returned to school. If he hasn't, bring him back directly."

God knows if this lunatic will sleep on a park bench for another night?

Wen Qi reached out to stop a taxi, seeing his haggard appearance reflected in the glass of the back seat, Wen Qi opened the door handle and sat in.

"Trouble to the Academy of Art."

As soon as the driver heard what Wen Qi said about the Art Academy, there was a look of disdain between his brows and eyes.

"Little girl, you are from the Art Academy. It's not easy for your family to send you out to study."

Wen Qi thought for a while, it would be easy for Gu Xian to send himself to the Art Academy, he could be forced in without any identity information at all.

Wen Qi didn't answer, and the driver began to talk at length again: "This is a place where rich people live. You, a student who just entered college, can't play with them at all. While you are young, you still have countless possibilities. Don't waste them on this."

Wen Qi: "I didn't want to come."

The driver asked eagerly, "What's going on?"

Wen Qi: "He was kidnapped."

The driver quickly connected the phone: "Do you need help? I can call you right now!"

Wen Qi: "Calling the police is useless, don't care."

The driver was anxious: "Why don't you just ignore it?! How is it possible?!"

Wen Qi: "The Gu family tied it."

The driver closed his mouth and said nothing.