Sheng Qianqian frowned, "Gu Nanjue, it's just snowing heavily outside, not a knife? How did you touch it? Don't you know how to get back? If you don't know, I can call you and ask Xiao Liu to come over. Pick you up, okay?¡±
"Qianqian, I'm sick." The man repeated shamelessly, "Really, you can touch me. My head is hot and my whole body is weak. It's snowing heavily outside. I walked a long way in the snow and caught a cold. "
Sheng Qianqian looked at him as if petrified. After a few seconds, she said speechlessly: "Young Master, do you want me to call 120 for you?"
"No need, 120 is quite busy. It's a little cold for me. I just need to spend the night in a warm place and rest."
""
"You go to bed. I'll clean the kitchen and I won't disturb you. Don't worry, I won't climb into your bed without your permission. The sofa I just saw when I came in is nice. I struggled there. Just one night."
Sheng Qianqian looked at him intuitively for a second, and she felt angry all over.
She pinched her eyebrows and said calmly, "Gu Nanjue"
"It's almost dawn, how many hours can I stay here with you? I'm really sick" In order to prove that this tall man was really seriously ill, Gu Nanjue grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him. Pressing on the forehead, "Try it, isn't it very hot? When I talk to you now, it feels like a soul conversation. Qianqian, am I the kind of shameless person? If you drive me away, what should you distinguish? time. If I really freeze to death outside, An An will have no father in the future. She will have no father and no mother aroundshe will"
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Sheng Qianqian interrupted him with a headache, "Gu Nanjue, that's enough. Get out of here as soon as daybreak!"
Gu Nanjue let go of her wrist and pinched her fair face shamelessly, "Get out, I promise to get out!"
Sheng Qianqian was so angry that she couldn't speak, and returned to the bedroom with her shawl folded.
She was very sleepy, almost as sleepy as she fell into bed, and soon fell into a light sleep. At this time, the man who came out of the kitchen after cleaning came to her and asked: "Qianqian, I want to take a shower, do you have my change of clothes?" .¡±
Sheng Qianqian had a very bad temper and shouted almost without thinking, "Gu Nanjue, are you done yet? Will you die if you don't wash yourself once?"
The man replied seriously: "I'm not like you. I love cleanliness. Even in prison, I have to be clean before I can sleep peacefully."
Sheng Qianqian endured it, but she was still furious, "Go to the cloakroom and look for it yourself."
Hearing this, Gu Nanjue's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at the woman huddled on the side of the big bed. He rolled to the cloakroom without saying a word.
In fact, he should be feeling humble joy in his heart, because she also left a lot of his clothes in the cloakroom.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, divided into categories, neatly stacked, many hanging there, not even a wrinkle, looking brand new.
He found his pajamas, but not his underwear.
Finally, after rummaging for a long time, he found his underwear in a section of the drawer.
The bright red color that filled the drawer was festive and fiery red. The moment it came into his eyes, it was as if some fragmentary fragments had crashed into his head unexpectedly.
"Gu Nanjue, from now on, you will be my Sheng Qianqian."
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