MTL - The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack-Chapter 2165 Don't dislike anyone

Chapter 2165 Don’t dislike anyone

Everyone can see that Ning Yuetong's support of Ning Qingrong was only due to the pressure of everyone.

 She never meant it.

Only Ning Qingrong, this pretentious hypocrite, felt that Ning Yuetong was very good after being praised by Ning Yuetong for a few words...

 Two people have different pots and lids.

　Don’t dislike anyone.

　　It is best for the two of them to be so entangled as a pair.

 …

Gu Weimian had no idea what was happening at this winery on the outskirts of Yanjing.

She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. She wanted to open her eyes, but she had no strength, and there were bursts of pain in the back of her neck.

 She closed her fingers slightly and tried to wake herself up.

Within a few seconds, Gu Weimian suddenly sat up from the bed.

Looking at the unfamiliar, retro-Chinese-style room in front of her, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

 Gu Weimian wanted to get out of bed.

 The soft mattress turned into a huge spider's nest, trapping her in the middle of the big bed.

  She was using her hands and feet, and accidentally rolled off the bed.

 Mits a muffled sound of "dong".

 Gu Weimian felt the sharp pain in his back, took a deep breath, and almost staggered up from the ground.

 Walked to the dressing table in the room.

 A "squeak" sound.

The door to the room was pushed open with a very slight sound.

Gu Weimian looked at the innocent face of Huo Weizhen in the mirror, his eyelids trembling.

 There is no looking back.

 She is back again.

She thought that only if she lived in Huo Zhai, she would have such a dream...

 But now it seems that it is not at all...

 What exactly causes such a dream?

What frightened her even more was what Huo Yan said before she fainted when she was Huo Weizhen.

 ‘No one knew about the explosion in the clinic, and no one knew that... Ao Qijun was there at that time. ’

Gu Weimian clenched his hands tightly.

 She seems...exposed.

 Her body was stiff.

 Behind him, a rich man's voice rang out,

 “Miss Gu…”

 Gu Weimian's body stiffened.

 Gu Weimian...not Miss Huo...

Her mind went blank, and she subconsciously thought about coping strategies.

A clear girl's voice also sounded behind her, and she said delicately,

“Steward Lin, aren’t you going with me?”

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

 She turned her head quickly.

At the door of the bedroom, Lin Zhiyun's father, old housekeeper Lin, was smiling and standing to one side, slightly bent.

Beside him, stood a pretty young girl.

Gu Weimian thought it looked familiar, so he took a closer look...

It was the first time I came to Nanshan at that time, and I was imprisoned in that small room with a group of girls. Among them was the girl in the red dress who behaved very peculiarly.

Today she is no longer wearing the red dress, but a very retro black Hanfu.

Different descendants, vermilion has become the supreme color among the Chinese nation. During the Han Dynasty, black was still considered the supreme color in China. On many formal occasions, people had to wear black Hanfu.

This set of pure black Hanfu with cloud patterns embroidered on it is a bit too majestic. The girl who wears it looks a bit too petite and her temperament is too weak.

She seemed to feel Gu Weimian's gaze, straightened her back slightly, and looked at Gu Weimian with disgust.

 “Is Miss Huo here too?”

 Her eyes swept over the low-key yet luxurious decoration of the entire room and the dressing table in front of Gu Weimian.

 (End of this chapter)