The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

If the strength completely overwhelms Group B, there is no need to worry about this.

Of course...the things behind them are also part of their strength.

She was just too lazy to use it. If she couldn't, she would just crush them together with those behind them.

Something that surprised her was Huo Yan.

She thought Huo Yan...

The car the man was in had slowly driven away.

Ning Quruo also started the car and drove in the other direction.

…

The black Aston Martin drove for more than ten minutes.

We arrived at the location located on the east side of the Forbidden City.

Since ancient times, starting from the late Qing Dynasty, Yanjing City has had the saying that "the east is rich, the west is noble, the south is poor, and the north is humble".

There is also a saying that "the east city is rich and the west city is vast, but the people who worship literature and the poor and Xuanwu are weak".

Therefore, this area to the east was where the entire Yanjing City's princes and dignitaries gathered.

The car slowly stopped in front of an inconspicuous black paulownia gate.

The door of the house opened, and Lin Zhiyun followed a person to welcome him out.

The man in front was wearing a simple black cotton cloth cannon, and his face was cleanly shaven.

He looked at Gu Weimian and Huo Yan and smiled slightly.

"Mrs."

Gu Weimian paused and stood there blankly.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while.

Silently embarrassed.

The man who deploys cannons is at ease,

"Ma'am, please."

He bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Gu Weimian's prepared explanation was just stuck in his throat.

Gu Weimian raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at the man standing aside, with his body hunched at 45 degrees, and even the angle of the smile on his face was exactly the same.

Too lazy to say anything.

Explanation or no explanation will not change anything.

Her focus was still on...tonight.

I did not fall into that strange dream last night. What about tonight?

She raised her eyes and glanced at this familiar house, which was far from familiar.

The black door was like a giant mouth of a monster, swallowing Gu Weimian inside.

…

Huo Yan hasn't come back yet.

Gu Weimian and Ning Quruo walked to the living room. The cannon-laying man asked the servants to serve tea and snacks, and bowed respectfully.

"Madam, Mr. Ning, please use it slowly."

He waved his hand casually, and the servants retreated quietly as if they had never appeared before.

He also retreated.

The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, and will never bring any discomfort to the person being served.

Ning Quruo pursed her lips.

Sure enough... it's still too different.

Although he really didn't want to admit this, it was obvious that the life he could provide for his sister was far from what Huo Yan could provide.

He picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip.

When the black tea enters your mouth, it has a fresh aroma and a strong taste.

It instantly invades every taste bud.

Ning Quruo stared, his expression getting worse and worse.

Gu Weimian looked at it and was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

She glanced at the black tea on the table. Could it be that there was something wrong with the tea served by the servants of the Huo family?

With this thought in mind, she took a sip.

This bite made Gu Weimian's eyes light up.

"Yunnan's Golden Silk Dianhong."

Ning Quruo turned to look at Gu Weimian.

He knew that Gu Weimian loved black tea.

I thought she liked java, but I didn't expect that she could even drink it.

No need to ask, you can tell from his expression that this is what Gu Weimian has in mind.

Sure enough, Gu Weimian took another careful sip.

"Golden Silk Dianhong represents the highest level of craftsmanship of Yunnan black tea, with the gold hair exposed and the gold ring prominent."