The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

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Clean and tidy.

Her hand holding the phone gradually tightened.

There was a vague suspicion in my heart.

Ah……

Gu Weimian neatly put the phone back into his hospital gown pocket and looked at the window.

Suddenly he stood up on his tiptoes, put his hands on his cheeks, and took a small breath at the glass window.

On the glass windows, water vapor spread quickly and dissipated quickly.

Stay for less than a second.

Like all joyful emotions, they cannot last long.

She was about to turn around when her steps suddenly stopped.

Looking down from the 16th floor, the car becomes very, very small, like a miniature toy model.

You definitely couldn't see the license plate, but Gu Weimian immediately recognized that it was Huo Yan's car!

The man got out of the car and walked toward the hospital building.

And on the man’s knees…

If Gu Weimian read it correctly... it must be the cake from the Pearl Hotel!

It was too far away, so she could only make a rough estimate based on the color and shape of the box.

She gulped.

The chief pastry chef of Pearl Hotel is best at vanilla cake!

It happens to be her favorite flavor.

However, the pastry chef's vanilla cake craftsmanship is more complicated. It takes several hours to make one cake. On weekdays, there is a maximum limit of one cake per day.

Many times she went to the hotel, but the other party told her not to do it, which meant that the trip was in vain.

Unfortunately, they don't accept phone reservations.

After going there, it would be inappropriate to go anywhere else for a few hours, and waiting there would seem to be a very long time.

So since she was a child, she really hasn't eaten it a few times.

The man actually bought this! !

correct……

The doctor said that she can eat a little less difficult-to-digest food in the evening, and no longer needs to be restricted to porridge.

She can have her cake and eat it in no time!

Gu Weimian narrowed his eyes happily when he thought of the taste of vanilla cake.

Behind him, the door opened with a click.

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran back to his hospital bed and covered himself with a quilt.

Ning Quruo walked in with a basin of water, wearing a set of homely pajamas.

At first glance, it seems that it has been carefully prepared.

"Why do you look out of breath?"

Gu Weimian's face froze, "Is there any?"

"And why do these sheets look so..." messy?

Gu Weimian turned over before Ning Quruo finished speaking, "My body is getting more and more itchy. I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you so slow?"

When Ning Quruo heard this, he didn't care about many details and immediately placed the basin on the seat next to Gu Weimian's bed.

Then he put the clothes on the bed and wrung out the towel, "Would you like to wipe it now?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, "Will you wipe it for me?"

Ning Quruo nodded matter-of-factly.

He nodded and realized what he had just thought about.

His face suddenly turned red.

Gu Weimian's originally snow-white skin was illuminated by the sunlight outside the window and became a little transparent.

The sun slanted down Gu Weimian's neck.

Slowly brushing against Gu Weimian's delicate collarbone, moving downwards.

The towel in his hand was more like a rope tightening around his body.

The next second, Gu Weimian felt warmth on his face.

The man smashed the towel into her face.

Gu Weimian reluctantly took off the towel from his face.

When he raised his eyes again, all he could see was the door that had been opened forcefully.

There was also Ning Quruo’s fleeting figure.

Gu Weimian helped her forehead helplessly.

What's wrong with this kid?

The younger brother seems to be a more difficult creature to understand than the younger sister.