The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

He recognized it at a glance as a series of photos taken by Gu Weimian on Yanhuang TV Station that day.

Wearing Hanfu, she looked like the handsome young master in the painting.

Gu Weimian's wrist was loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

I feel so smart.

He clapped his hands and was about to leave.

But I heard Huo Yan’s voice was low and hoarse.

"Are these sets of clothes still there?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

I didn’t understand what Huo Yan meant.

The man raised his eyes, his gaze deep, and ran his fingers across Gu Weimian's cheek in the photo and his waist tightly bound by a belt.

"nothing."

Gu Weimian always felt that Huo Yan's eyes were full of meaning, causing her body's defense mechanism that had just been removed to suddenly start to move rapidly again.

But just as he opened it, the man lowered his eyes again.

She really wondered if she was neurotic.

Gu Weimian frowned, "I'm going back first."

She frowned, turned around and walked out.

"Rumble!..."

Silver-white lightning pierced the dark night sky, followed by several snow-colored lightnings.

The dark night suddenly became fragmented.

The rain fell in torrents.

Gu Weimian subconsciously looked at Huo Yan.

The man felt her gaze and looked back lightly,

"This is beyond my control."

Gu Weimian: "..."

Of course she knew this was beyond Huo Yan's control!

But what's with this strange excitement and happiness in the man's tone?

Look carefully at Huo Yan's face.

The face with profound features was still cold and ascetic.

There was no so-called happiness in her imagination.

Strange……

Gu Weimian frowned.

Was it just her imagination?

"It should stop soon." Gu Weimian said seriously.

Such heavy rain basically doesn't last long.

If Gu Weimian had a smartphone in her hand now, the weather APP on the phone would tell her...it will rain for a long, long time.

…

Yanjing Hotel.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite on the 26th floor, a tall man stood.

The white lightning reflection hit the man's face, casting shadows on his three-dimensional facial features.

The pupils of those peach blossom eyes were so dark that it was almost impossible to see the color inside.

The phone in the man's hand rang with a vague sound, swallowed up by the sound of rain outside the window, and almost inaudible:

"I'm sorry...the person you called...has been turned off..."

The man pressed the hang-up button and dialed out again.

But it was exactly the same reply.

Picking up the phone, the man dialed another number.

When the call was made, the word "Huo Yan" was clearly displayed on the phone screen.

After a "beep——" sound, the other end of the phone rang with the same reply as before:

"I'm sorry...you called..."

Ning Quruo suddenly pressed down the phone.

He looked out the window at the almost continuous water, his eyes were extremely indifferent, without even a trace of fluctuation.

It's like pouring cement.

Only the occasional lightning that appeared outside the window flashed through the man's eyes, like white blades.

He closed his eyes, looked at his phone and thought for a moment.

Call your assistant.

After many twists and turns, Ning Quruo got the phone number of Huo Yan's personal secretary: Lin Zhiyun.

"Beep - beep - beep -" After several rings on the other end of the phone, Lin Zhiyun finally answered the phone.

"Where?" Ning Quruo got straight to the point.

These two words sound peaceful at first.

The hairs on Lin Zhiyun's back stood up, and he maintained a smile on his face.

"Miss Gu has gone to bed."