The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

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...

For two people, whichever pot goes with whichever lid.

Don't dislike anyone.

The two of them are so entangled that it is best to be a pair.

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

She seemed to have fallen into a drowsy 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 tightened 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 room with a Chinese retro style in front of her, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

Gu Weimian wanted to get off the bed.

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

Using her hands and feet, she accidentally rolled off the bed.

There is 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.

He walked to the dressing table in the room.

There was 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, her eyelids trembling.

There was no looking back.

She's back again.

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

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

What exactly causes such a dream?

What made her even more frightened 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 seemed...exposed.

She stiffened.

Behind him, a rich man's voice sounded,

"Miss Gu..."

Gu Weimian's body stiffened.

Gu Weimian...not Miss Huo...

Her mind went blank, and she subconsciously thought about strategies to deal with it.

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

"Steward Lin, aren't you going with us?"

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 standing with a smile, slightly bent over.

Beside him stood a pretty young girl.

Gu Weimian felt familiar and took a closer look...

It was at that time that I came to Nanshan for the first time and 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.

In different generations, vermilion became 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 embroidered with cloud patterns 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.

"Miss Huo is 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.