The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The Adam's apple slid quietly.

The moment Gu Weimian looked over, the man lowered his eyes and gently slid his palm on top of her head.

"You're so tired, just rest here for a while."

Gu Weimian frowned.

Huo Yan held her shoulders and put her down without any further explanation.

My back touched the bed, and I felt the most comfortable posture, a stretch.

After a moment, his vision became hazy.

I'm really a little tired...

The entertainment industry is really not suitable for her.

It is not a project for her alone, she has to cooperate with the director and other actors.

I am simply too embarrassed to take a nap casually.

Deep down, she felt that Huo Yan's attitude was a bit strange. perform

It was completely different from the way he avoided her like a snake and a scorpion before.

But before these thoughts could come to fruition, my mind was already in chaos.

Huo Yan watched Gu Weimian's breathing calm down and raised his hand to gently touch her cheek.

Rough fingers carefully traced her eyebrows, eyes, and nose.

When it slid to her lips, she withdrew her hand as if she was burned.

He forcibly turned his eyes away.

Huo Yan walked to the bedside in his famous wheelchair, pulled half of the curtains, and took a small blanket to cover Gu Weimian's abdomen.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and held Gu Weimian's feet.

It's really cold...

Throughout the year, the temperature of Gu Weimian's limbs never seemed to heat up.

He placed Gu Weimian's feet on his stomach with the quilt.

The girl on the hospital bed let out a soft "um", and the feet on her stomach also shrank.

A trace of nervousness flashed across Huo Yan's face.

Just when he thought he had woken up Gu Weimian, he felt a cold and squeezing feeling on his stomach, and his naughty toes kept digging into his shirt.

Huo Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry on his face.

However, he still adjusted his sitting position so that both of Gu Weimian's feet could fully absorb heat from his abdomen.

He picked up Gu Weimian's belongings and looked through them.

The room fell into silence.

"Click——"

The sound of a door opening sounded in the ward.

Lin Zhiyun appeared at the door.

Huo Yan's eyes passed over Lin Zhiyun's body, his eyes were calm and silent.

But with a cold and biting hidden anger.

Lin Zhiyun immediately broke out in cold sweat on his back. He was in a dilemma and trembling.

No matter how gentle and harmless Huo Yan looks.

In essence, the man is still the cruel and cold man.

When his bottom line is offended, he will never mind letting himself see his ruthlessness.

Lin Zhiyun took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Mr. Huo, it's Miss Ning who's here."

The man's face became more and more gloomy.

Every line became extremely cold.

Before he could speak, Ning Yuetong's voice rang outside the ward,

"Ayan."

Her voice was so soft that it almost dripped with water.

"I'm here to get something. Didn't you agree before, but Lin Zhiyun blocked me from coming in."

Delicate and full of grievances.

There were veins popping out on the man's forehead. He almost without hesitation took out a red velvet box from his pocket and threw it towards the door.

Lin Zhiyun caught it immediately, turned around and put the thing into Ning Yuetong's hand.

"Miss Ning, what you want."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to close the door.

Ning Yuetong exclaimed: "Is it the tears of the goddess?"