The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Huo Yan looked at the two people in the room and walked towards them slowly.

There was obviously no expression on his face, and there was no trace of ferocity at all, but the heart in Gu Weimian's chest was lifted fiercely.

I always feel that the man is very unhappy at the moment.

And when the world overlord is unhappy, there are always one or two sacrifices to accompany him in his unhappiness.

"Da, da, da..." The muffled sound made by black leather shoes and thick carpet.

It beat at the same frequency as her heart.

Ni Dongjun didn't notice Gu Weimian's pale face. The moment he spotted Huo Yan, he immediately stood up from his seat and strode towards Huo Yan's direction.

He hugged Huo Yan and patted the man on the back. .

Gu Weimian's eyes widened slightly.

She knew about men's mysophobia. Because of such severe mysophobia, no matter where a man appeared, he would basically stay alone and never come into contact with others.

Not to mention someone coming up to hug him or pat his back.

Looking at the frown on Huo Yan's face, but still reluctantly bearing it, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is very unusual.

Unexpectedly, the two men who have always been considered competitors by the outside world turned out to be very good friends in private.

"You came so quickly. Let me tell you, I met a very interesting person today."

As Ni Dongjun spoke, he asked Huo Yan to introduce Gu Weimian: "That's him, Huo Weizhen, Miss Huo."

When he mentioned Gu Weimian, his face was full of smiles.

Obviously, he really likes Gu Weimian.

Gu Weimian's face was stiff, and he didn't raise the corners of his mouth for a long time.

Ni Dongjun saw what he thought was a little girl who was shy when seeing a stranger, "Don't be afraid, don't look at his cold face, in fact he is not a bad person, and many of my insights on artificial intelligence come from him. ”

As he spoke, he found a new wine glass, poured some red wine, and asked the man to sit down, "Come on, you don't need me to treat you anymore, do you?"

Gu Weimian just took a look at the situation unfolding between her and Ni Dongjun.

The two chatted from bed to bed.

Food was spread all over the floor, not even placed on the table a few steps away.

And a lot of the food on the plate was basically ruined by two people. Let alone a mysophobic like Huo Yan, ordinary people who don't have mysophobia probably don't know how to use their chopsticks when they see it.

This is not the most embarrassing thing.

The most embarrassing thing is the position of the two people.

When a man comes over, whether he sits on Ni Dongjun's left or right, he is always next to her.

The vacant space itself is small.

"Isn't it appropriate for Mr. Huo to sit on the ground?"

Gu Weimian dragged his hands on the ground behind him and was about to stand up.

The man had already walked over and sat down directly next to her.

It's as if his mysophobia for the past thirty years was all fake.

I don’t know if the man did it on purpose, but the location he picked happened to be on a day when the space was even smaller.

When she sat down, the material of the man's silk shirt brushed against her arm.

All the way down, you knew the man was sitting on the hand she was holding on the ground.

Because there was a thick carpet underneath, it wasn't really painful, just hot.

Gu Weimian wanted to take her hand out, but the man suddenly looked back, "What is Miss Huo doing?"

She was stunned.

What to do?