The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The man's eyes did not leave Gu Weimian on the TV screen.

She does what she says.

This time, she was on top of him, and their names were no longer connected.

Suddenly, the man laughed.

He owed a debt to Gu Weimian, it would be nice if Gu Weimian was willing to remember it.

He can return it.

With whatever he had.

He owes her so much because she loves him so deeply.

He may not have understood it before, but he can learn it later.

The man raised his hand to pick up his mobile phone from the coffee table. When he opened the address book, he remembered that he didn't save Gu Weimian's number.

But he called Gu Weimian.

When Mi Meihua bought Gudi's shares at a high price and became a shareholder of Gudi.

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When Gu Weimian received the call, he had just returned to Gu's house.

Get out of the car.

She stood hesitantly at the door for a while. It was actually still early at this time, and she had nothing to do when she got home.

But you are bound to meet Huo Yan when you go to the laboratory...

Gu Weimian pinched his eyebrows with a headache. When he discovered that the laboratory and the villa where Huo Yan lived were connected together, he should have expected that he would encounter trouble in the future.

Sure enough, now she was in a dilemma.

When Gu Weimian saw the caller ID on his phone, he was stunned.

Ao Qijun?

Why would he call her?

She thought there was no connection between the two of them...

Gu Weimian answered the phone, and the man's mellow voice came from the other end of the phone, "Do you have time?"

The man who was originally wearing a bathrobe changed back to formal clothes at some point. His slender fingers were clasping the top button, and there were water droplets falling from his hair, which stuck to his face, allowing the man's facial features to be seen. It gets deeper and deeper.

The white shirt and black suit are so monotonous that they are completely Ao Qijun's style.

The originally "messy" living room has been reorganized, and everything is placed so neatly that it looks like it has been measured with a ruler.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in the man's eyes, and he returned to the sofa with the phone in hand.

"No time." The girl's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, without any emotion.

Ao Qijun's hand fastening the button paused slightly.

I never thought that Gu Weimian would refuse so simply.

The man's eyes were fixed on the TV screen where Gu Weimian looked at the reporter and said "no" lightly.

The early morning sunlight smudged the ends of Gu Weimian's hair, and the hair, which was originally lighter than ordinary people, smudged a halo.

It complemented Gu Weimian's voice on the phone.

Cold and impatient.

Ao Qijun tightened his grip on the phone. Before Gu Weimian hung up the phone, he heard himself speak again, with a cold voice, "Do you want the compensation for the Mo Yu cufflinks?"

Gu Weimian was startled, "The matter of the cufflinks should have been made clear, right?"

She didn't think there was anything else to say.

Ao Qijun's eyelashes were like black feathers, slowly hanging down, and he said softly, "There is something wrong with the bill."

Gu Weimian felt that Ao Qijun was inexplicable today, "You called here just for a bill of tens of thousands of yuan? Mr. Ao, are you just short of this tens of thousands of yuan?"

Do you want to waste even this little money?

She was speechless.

Ao Qijun's face suddenly darkened, and his lips tightened into a sharp straight line.

After a few seconds of silence, the man said coldly, "I paid you money, so you should give me the things that were broken that day, right? You have to confirm whether this thing is what is on the bill."