The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Waiting for Gu Weimian to sit down, he turned his eyes to the driver and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Go to Duan's house.

It was still elegantly emphasized, but now it seemed to be playing a waltz.

The whole person will float.

"boom."

The car door closes.

The black Mercedes-Benz rowed slowly away.

On the other side, Duan Xishen also got into a black Bentley.

Secretary Hong is responsible for driving.

The car door closes.

Form a relatively closed space.

Both of their eyes followed the figure of the car that was about to disappear.

"Catch up." Duan Xi said in a deep voice.

"I know!" Secretary Hong quickly stepped on the clutch.

The car jumped out like it was off the string.

It was the first time that this expensive car was treated so roughly.

Within a few minutes, he caught up with the Mercedes-Benz in front of him.

Both men breathed a sigh of relief.

Their eyes met in the rearview mirror for a second.

After a moment, Secretary Hong turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, muscles tense.

With a slight cough, he broke the silence in the car,

"Um... Huo Yan just sent something over."

Duan Xishen's eyebrows furrowed and he smiled softly.

"Everyone has come to my place, and they still want to go back?"

He paused for a moment, realized it later, and said softly,

“It wasn’t his in the first place.

Secretary Hong hummed softly.

The car slowly drove into the gate of Duan's house.

He helped Duan Xishen get out of the car and turned to the trunk.

There were several exquisite boxes inside, including lunch boxes with food, boxes of shoes, bags of clothes, and even pajamas.

Every item is packed neatly.

Secretary Hong threw these into the trash can aside and waved lightly, indicating to the old man cleaning the house to dispose of these things.

It's like these things never existed.

He stepped forward and walked inside.

…

Gu Weimian had already entered Duan Zhai's living room.

She stood at the edge of the door, looking at the woman sitting in the shadow of the corner, with her back arched and her head lowered, writing something.

For a moment, I could no longer move forward.

At this time, she really looked much thinner than the one she remembered.

But it's not that good either.

She couldn't see the charming face she saw in the information.

All she could see was her messy hair, like cattails that had lost their moisture and life, rebelliously tangled together.

Revealing her somewhat sallow lower face.

Duan Xishen came up behind him, and he took the box that Gu Weimian had held in his hands from Gu Weimian's hand.

Put it on the coffee table.

Duan Xishen opened the box, but there was no suitable tableware next to it.

The man simply picked up a shrimp dumpling with his hand and put it in his mouth.

For men, it can be said to be a very inappropriate action.

But he ate with a happy face.

Gu Weimian was stunned, and she quickly took a few steps inside: "...This is not for you either."

Duan Xi's deep chewing movement suddenly stopped following Gu Weimian's words, and the slightly raised cheeks made the man lose his coldness.

He actually looked a little dumb and pitiful.

The two looked at each other.

Silently embarrassed.

It's such a coincidence...

Secretary Hong came back at the right time, just when this embarrassment was over...

He said feebly in his heart.

Mo Mo retracted his foot that was about to step into the door of the living room, turned around, and went outside silently.