The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

She blinked and looked at Huo Yan.

However, his eyes were covered by Huo Yan's rough palm.

She frowned.

The man's deep voice sounded in his ears, "It's time for you to sleep."

"But……"

"I'm not Ao Qijun." The man's brows were serious, but his voice was soft.

He knew what happened that day, he knew it exactly.

He even has a complete version of this recording.

Rather than Ao Qijun's ridiculously intercepted part of the content.

Even if not, he would never believe that Gu Weimian said such words sincerely.

What is her love for Ao Qijun like?

Ao Qijun didn't know it, but he had already gone crazy with jealousy.

The person who is least willing to hurt her is him, but if she doesn't know some cruel facts, she will only love the wrong person forever.

Gu Weimian couldn't see Huo Yan's expression, but she felt extremely relieved because of Huo Yan's words. She reached out and hugged Huo Yan's waist.

Huo Yan's body stiffened, a trace of incredible joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly relaxed his body muscles so as not to make Gu Weimian uncomfortable.

One of his hands kept caressing Gu Weimian's neck, sighing with satisfaction.

…

After this night, Gu Weimian's already weak spirit became more and more tired, and she fell into a deep sleep in Huo Yan's arms.

When she was woken up by the phone again, she had already been put on the bed.

Gu Weimian glanced at the clock on the wall suspiciously. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. The villa was very quiet and Huo Yan seemed not to be there.

She picked up the phone and it was Jiang Jingchen calling.

Only then did Gu Weimian realize that she had forgotten to say hello to Jiang Jingchen, "Sorry, I'm fine."

"The warehouse is on fire."

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, and felt a chill in his heart: "What did you say?"

Jiang Jingchen wiped his face, and someone asked Mu Tan and others to negotiate at the warehouse where the production line was held, but the warehouse caught fire.

Gu Weimian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

She quickly put on her shoes and rushed out of the villa. The whole villa was empty. With great difficulty, she found a car key from the small bowl on the cabinet and went to the underground garage.

The black Aston Martin drove out.

Gu Weimian watched the road conditions and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up.

A black stream of light flashed across the road.

…

When Gu Weimian got out of the car, the flames were still burning.

She quickly ran in the direction where Jiang Jingchen and others were.

The flames soaring into the sky made everyone's faces turn red, and the high-pressure water cannon kept suppressing the flames, creating a chaotic scene.

"Is anyone hurt?" This was what she feared the most.

Jiang Jingchen shook his head, "No one was hurt."

Although he said this, the look on his face was a little unpleasant, "That's my brother, I haven't seen him since just now."

Gu Weimian had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and his heart started to rise again, "Jiang Yunting?"

Jiang Jingchen nodded.

Gu Weimian frowned and felt as if the whole world was falling in front of her. Jiang Yunting...how could this happen? …

She was thinking about her last life, in which Jiang Yunting was injured in a TV station fire while filming.

And she was framed as the culprit of the arson.

But this is not a TV station, so how could Jiang Yunting be involved in this warehouse fire?

Calculating the time, it happened to be this time.

Gu Weimian felt cold all over.

The two things coincided inexplicably, like a malicious joke from God.