Fast Transmigration Heroine God Can't Escape

Chapter 495

What he said meant that he also liked Rao Sisi back then?
what about now?

Gu Ling's brows were furrowed and then widened, her brows were beaming, it was obvious that she was disturbed by Xing Huai's words.

However, at this moment, Xing Huaijun's brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes still showed the indifference that always rejects people thousands of miles away.

Gu Ling came back to her senses, a pair of almond eyes were clear and moving, staring at Xing Huai's palm in his pocket shrunk.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone was especially ear-piercing in the quiet ward—the humming was like a bee desperately flapping its wings.

"Then what... I'm fine now, you don't have to stay with me here..." Seeing Xing Huai's face getting darker and darker, her voice also became softer.

"Rao Sisi, do you think my time is free?" Xing Huai flicked the hang up button lightly, his icy eyes staring at the pale face on the hospital bed.

Gu Ling stared at those eyes, thinking to herself that they were the color of sunlight, but how could he have trained such a skill of freezing three feet.

There is also this face that will never smile unless it is in the face of interests. It always looks angry and fierce.

Gu Ling was dissecting that this guy's bad temper completely wasted the depth of this good skin, so Xing Huai said lightly: "Have you seen enough?"

"Hmm..." She nodded sadly.

Seeing her sad face, Xing Huai couldn't help poking her on the forehead: "What strange things are you thinking about?"

Gu Ling didn't dare to say it, fearing that the bad-tempered demon king would find someone to throw her out of the window directly, and if there was a lake downstairs, it would be just right to destroy the corpse.

But when she thought about it, she was sick now, so she wasn't afraid of him.

"Hmph, as a well-known travel reporter, of course I am full of literature and art works. You actually said that literature and art are strange things. You have offended half of the literature and art circle with one sentence."

Well, theoretically speaking, she knows one entertainment reporter and one news reporter, and according to the theoretical principle that one can know the whole world through three people, half of the literary and art circle that Gu Ling mentioned can still be realized.

She's not a fake one.

Xing Huai probably didn't expect that this sinister society did not kill Rao Sisi's strange thoughts, but instead encouraged her daydream system.

But he is well-informed and fearless in the face of danger: "Well, you have to know that one sentence of yours may offend the entire financial circle."

Gu Ling was silent for a long time after hearing the words. She wrote those petty bourgeoisie articles mainly for those who can afford to spend.

If Xing Huai was offended and the financial circle banned her as a small author, it is unknown whether she would be popular or unemployed.

Xiang Huai calmly told her that neither answer is possible: "It's just that I won't argue with you."

Well, my lord has a lot, so why care about her alone?
It's not because he is a poor scholar who is busy with arty, but he is an upper-class person who really knows how to enjoy life.

When Xing Huai graduated from high school and got an offer from M University abroad, he was not at the same level as the group of soldiers and crabs who were dying before the college entrance examination.

Of course, Rao Sisi didn't ask for the second button on Xing Huai's uniform in the end.

The lives of two people met in this high school and ended in this high school. The college entrance examination is a watershed.

But Rao Sisi has to use two feet to go everywhere, and Xing Huai snaps his fingers and there is a special plane to pick him up.

So she went a long way, and he went a long way.

Or maybe their starting point was different, so no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up.

This was the feeling that Gu Ling had triggered when she sneaked out of the hospital while Xing Huai was away at noon the next day and looked at the long list of hospitalization expenses.

Fortunately, she knew how to bow her head at the right time, and explained to the nurse that she was Xing Huai's family member, and all the money should be put on his account.

Young Master Xing has been spending money like water since he was a child, so he probably wouldn't care about her little money.

Just like this, Gu Ling denounced the shamefulness of capitalism while enjoying the convenience provided by the capitalists.

Before she was discharged from the hospital, she took the free lunch provided by the hospital: a sandwich, a pack of nut biscuits, and a box of fresh milk.

She was taking a sip of milk to use the force of the liquid to knock down the evil forces formed by the broken biscuits, when a cold male voice came from behind:

"Don't tell me that eating a free hospital lunch at the bus station is also a kind of performance art."

(End of this chapter)