Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"You're welcome, this hotpot is good." Gu Chengdong said.

The pain he had just rushed in seemed to have disappeared in an instant, replaced by a smile on his face, and he warmly greeted everyone to sit down and eat.

Everyone looked at each other, Gu Chuyan and Xiao Mohan sat down.

"Chu Yan, I haven't had a drink with you for a long time. Come on, have a drink." Gu Chengdong said, handing a glass of wine to her.

Gu Chuyan took the wine glass and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He didn't answer and asked everyone to sit down.

Everyone was eating hot pot in the bedroom, and the strong spicy smell hit their nostrils. Fortunately, everyone was good at spicy food and didn't choke. They just ate for a while.

Gu Chengdong suddenly stood up and said, "Is it choking? I'll open the window."

"Uncle, please express my condolences." Xiao Yichu said.

He sounded disapproving and opened the window. The wind blew in from the outside and the smell of hot pot drifted towards the bed. Everyone felt that the scene was a bit strange.

"What's the festival without mourning? Eating is as important as the sky." He said.

Everyone was thoughtfully eating hot pot. During the process, Gu Chengdong kept adding spicy food. Mo Yangxue couldn't stand it and was about to get up when he stopped her.

"Why are you in a hurry? Finish your hot pot first and then leave." He said.

He threw the door shut with his backhand and locked it behind him.

"You don't want to finish the hot pot and send us on our way? The last meal?" Mo Yangxue couldn't help it.

Sitting here, I feel itchy in my heart.

Feng Tianjing ate hot pot and kicked her feet towards Gu Chuyan.

"I don't know." Gu Chuyan said.

But she found Gu Chengdong staring at her and saying, "Are you a little worried? Are your eyes flashing so much?"

"Is there any?" Gu Chuyan asked.

She rubbed her face, Xiao Yiyan was a little absent-minded, and she always felt that something was wrong about coming here today.

Before the hot pot meal, Lian Ruoqing, who was lying on the bed, coughed violently, sat up from the bed, grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, yelling: "Gu Chengdong, get out of here."

Unexpectedly, while he was eating hot pot, he caught the pillow with his backhand without looking back.

"..." Everyone turned around suddenly and stared at Lian Ruoqing.

Her body was cold just now, but now she sat up with cold sweat on her forehead.

After Gu Chengdong took a sip of wine, he put down his chopsticks and looked at her and said, "Oh, aren't you dead? You walked around the gate of hell and couldn't bear to leave me, so you came back?"

"Or does this spicy hot pot have the effect of bringing the dead back to life?" Gu Chengdong said.

Lian Ruoqing had surgery and her head was bandaged, but it did not affect her beauty at all.

Sitting on the bed, she looked at Gu Chengdong.

"Did you do this on purpose?" she asked through gritted teeth.

At this time, Gu Chengdong looked at her seriously and said, "I have arrived in City C. After traveling all day, I finally came back to have hot pot."

"Oh, I also heard the news that you were dead. Your body is getting cold." He said softly.

Gu Chuyan's lips moved, and she ate silently without making a sound.

"You survived, and they weren't surprised. What? Did you expect this?" He asked quietly, tapping his fingertips on the table, looking at them as if he was puzzled.

Xiao Mohan looked deeply at Gu Chuyan, and Wenshui suddenly stood up.

"I really don't know this," Wenshui said.

Thinking back to just now, when Mo Yangxue said that the body was cold, he was too late to meet Lian Ruoqing and said that he was pushed away by several women. Under normal circumstances, they would definitely let him rescue him immediately.

"I see." Wenshui suddenly came to his senses, feeling that his IQ was in arrears.