The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. The man finally spoke up.

Ning Quruo breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll send a car to pick you up. Where are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Ning Quruo finally felt something was wrong, "Aren't you in Mingzhu City?"

He called a few days ago!

The dignified head of the Ning family will not be able to book a flight, right?

"Yes, yes." Ning's father also felt that he couldn't push it through. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered, "Today... we won't go through."

"Why?"

This time, it was Ning's mother's voice that came over the phone, "Yuetong returns to China today, we have to pick her up at the airport."

The voice was filled with a bit of anticipation and a bit of joy.

It is the joy from the bottom of my heart that the wanderer from afar has finally returned home.

Ning Quruo frowned.

Ning Yuetong?

"But Weimian is lying in the operating room now..."

Ning's mother was helpless when she heard this, "Then there's nothing we can do. Is this the doctor's responsibility?"

Ning Quruo's hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

The responsibility of the doctor...?

Ning's mother could actually say it?

Before he could speak, a burst of cheers was heard on the other end of the phone.

"Yuetong."

Then there was the sound of two people's footsteps "pattering".

Immediately afterwards, Ning Yuetong's voice was heard.

"Dad, Mom."

The voice was soft and also filled with joy of reunion.

It was also the voice that Ning Quruo had listened to for more than ten years.

At this moment, it felt extremely harsh.

He was about to hang up the phone when he heard Ning Yuetong's sweet "Ah Yan".

Ayan?

Huo Yan?

Just as he was about to ask, Father Ning's voice came over the phone, "Qu Ruo, hang up first."

“Du, du, du…”

The call was hung up.

Ning Quruo was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

Thinking of the man not answering the phone before, there was something else he didn't understand.

Each of these...

Are they all going to pick up Ning Yuetong?

Pick up...

Ah……

Naturally, it was more important than Gu Weimian's first aid.

He looked up at the emergency room.

The door light is still on.

But the sadness here only belongs to a few of them.

Others can't feel it.

…

Gu Weimian slept for a day and two nights this time.

Ning Quruo wiped her face and hands carefully, and the soft towel wiped her fingers.

Itching made her shrink back.

But he was grabbed by the man.

There was a majestic look on the man's delicate face.

The towel wiped the skin with gentle and meticulous movements.

Gu Weimian glanced at Ning Quruo with a complicated expression.

In just a few days, the pampered young master learned to serve others.

After Ning Quruo wiped her face, he hung up the towel.

Then I took the comb.

"Sit forward and I'll comb your hair."

Although his movements were gentle and delicate, his attitude... was unexpectedly tough.

Gu Weimian pursed her lips and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"

This face is as straight as iron.

The man looked at Gu Weimian coldly, "Sit forward."

Gu Weimian: "..."

It really wasn't her imagination.

Men are really fierce!

She reluctantly moved a little to the end of the bed and sat in the middle of the bed.

The man sat behind her.

The teeth of the hair comb brushed against her scalp, causing her to squint her eyes comfortably.

"Does it hurt?" the man asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Weimian said briskly.

And very comfortable.

Suddenly I became obsessed with combing my hair.