The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Either he's dead, or he's crazy.

Lin Zhiyun had no choice but to take out the room card and open the door to Huo Yan.

The man went in alone, "Bang!"

He closed the room door directly from the inside.

Han Qiming, who had just walked to the door of the room, opened his mouth and rolled his eyes feebly.

He wants Huo Yan to die!

He'll know he's wrong when he loses it!

Thinking of this, he went directly back to the room next door where the three of them were staying. He had been doing this all night and was almost exhausted. He wanted to sleep first.

Lin Zhiyun glanced at the door of the room where Huo Yan and Gu Weimian were, and then at the door of the room where Han Qiming was.

Have they all forgotten about him?

so awkward……

He called the hotel's customer service staff and asked them to help open another room.

…

In the dark room, Huo Yan looked at Gu Weimian's motionless figure sitting at the desk with her back to him, and her throat went dry.

He pushed his wheelchair forward, his deep phoenix eyes already darkened to the extreme.

Cold and crazy.

"Are you unhappy?" His voice was cold, not a comforting tone.

Gu Weimian didn't seem to hear the man's words and sat motionless in front of the table.

Huo Yan's face was stern, and the restlessness in his eyes gradually turned into a crazy possessiveness. He raised his hand and grabbed the chair from behind, and led Gu Weimian on the chair to turn her away from the desk: "Why don't you speak? …”

Before he could finish the word 'word', Gu Weimian's face came into view on the man's face.

He froze suddenly.

Gu Weimian finally realized that there was someone else in the room, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

But his hand was pulled down by Huo Yan.

The girl's face was covered with tears, her eyes were red, and tears kept falling from her eyes.

Huo Yan was shocked. This was the first time he had seen Gu Weimian crying so uncontrollably and so fragilely.

I almost want to pour out all the pain in my life.

He looked at Gu Weimian's collar. Tears kept rolling down Gu Weimian's cheeks and finally disappeared into the collar of her sweater.

He raised his hand and touched it. It was completely wet and cold.

Huo Yan's heart was about to twist, and his voice was full of anger, "You just cried in the room for an hour?!"

Has Gu Weimian been in this state for the past hour?

If he doesn't come in, does Gu Weimian plan to keep crying like this and eventually blind himself from crying? !

Gu Weimian closed her eyes and said intermittently, "Leave me alone for a while."

"And continue to cry?" The man's sharp eyes almost penetrated Gu Weimian's eyes.

Gu Weimian remained silent and didn't speak.

The man didn't force it, he directly picked up the book on the desk, held the title page with his long fingers, and was about to tear the pages off.

Gu Weimian held Huo Yan's hand, her scarlet eyes bursting with extreme nervousness: "No!"

She was not strong enough to take the notebook back, so she could only stand up from her seat and hug the notebook tightly with both hands.

"Huo Yan! Give it back to me!" That nervous and crazy look was like a little beast that was forced to a dead end.

"I'll pay you back if you don't cry!" He did regret it. The method he adopted this time was too radical and he had too little information.

He didn't know how such a short and ordinary sentence stimulated Gu Weimian, and he couldn't solve it even if he wanted to.