Revenge fails to be attacked (gl)

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Chapter 55 What Are You Doing?

Usually, if Guo Qi came back first, he would greet her with a smile on his face, and if he wasn't busy cooking, he would jump over to watch her change her shoes and chatter with her endlessly.

Today, it was as if he had been sealed away, turning a blind eye to her return.

What's wrong with her?

Zhuang Yan's eyes shifted slightly, suddenly she couldn't remember whether she called Guo Qi to report?

I wanted to quickly take out my phone to confirm, but I still kept in mind the elegance taught by my aunt. I changed my shoes calmly and went back to the bedroom calmly. After opening the closet and taking out the home clothes, I took out the phone.

There is no need to press to turn on the screen, the alternately blinking indicator light in the upper right corner has already explained everything.

Click to see.

96 missed calls, 18 short messages.

This is really... The phone has enough power!Charge!foot!

He didn't turn off the phone for her!

At this time, Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered that she had turned off the mute in the hospital, and then forgot to turn it on, and then only worried about Liu Yulin, and forgot to contact Guo Qi.

Why did she make so many phone calls?

What's the hurry?

Even if there was, it's gone now, and she didn't respond when she walked in the door just now.

But this is her home, when is she willing to come back, and still need to report to her?Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, Zhuang Yan just wanted to click on the text message to see what she had sent, but she stopped.

Why does she read text messages without changing her clothes?As if she matters!

She is not important, not at all, let's change clothes first.

Throwing the mobile phone aside, unbuttoning the shirt one by one, her mood returned to calm again, the shirt was thrown aside, and the dark pattern trousers had been sitting in the hospital for a day, so she quickly took them off and threw them aside, then she shook off her clothes Ready to change, today is a pullover sweater, ultra-thin, very comfortable to wear at home.

Just shaking off the sweater, I only heard a loud noise from Duang!

The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open!

Zhuang Yan was startled, and subconsciously covered the clothes in front of her body.

The door has been attracted to the magnet on the wall behind the door, and it will no longer squeak and shake. The door is empty, the angle is wrong, and only a half-exposed toe can be seen.

Candy green shoddy sandals.

Guo Qi!

With a sullen face, Guo Qi stepped into the door step by step, and walked towards her. He didn't see the usual fawning and flattering, but his cold gaze stared at her face like a falcon, which was indescribably terrifying.

Zhuang Yan stabilized her mind, frowned and said, "What are you doing? Have you forgotten what was written in black and white in the contract? Get out!"

Guo Qi ignored her, and still walked steadily, just a few steps, and the time of a word was almost there.

Instinctively, Zhuang Yan kept retreating, straight to the edge of the bed, touching the slightly cool carved curtains, and retreating along the curtains all the way to the innermost corner. There was really no way to retreat, so she had to stop .

He was obviously two or three centimeters taller than her, but being approached by her step by step still made Zhuang Yan feel a sense of oppression.

This is psychological tactics. The more calm and steady you are, the easier it is to gain the upper hand in a confrontation.

And she had lost her chance.

First of all, her clothes are thin, and once she let go of her hands, she is more than just thin, and her shame makes her lose a little both subjectively and objectively;

Secondly, Guo Qi's sudden appearance made her involuntarily recall the bad memories of being restrained and immobilized in this room last time;

Finally, these days, Guo Qi cooks her dinner every day when he comes back from get off work, and spares no effort to please her, and the way of ingratiating him is refurbished. Even if it is viewed as a funny sitcom, he still finds it quite interesting, and the two get along more and more harmoniously.

Although she still doesn't believe Guo Qi's confession, her flattery has increased her tolerance to her to a certain extent, so that when she saw Guo Qi barging in, her first reaction was not to kick her out immediately !Instead, cover your clothes first!

Sure enough, habits are terrible, warm water can really boil frogs to death, she has been too slack recently.

Professional instincts have been pushed to the corner and there is no way to retreat, yet Zhuang Yan is still analyzing what is there and what is not.

Guo Qi had already moved closer, with a fierce baby face, raised his hand, and slammed it on the wall next to her face with a bang.

Zhuang Yan was unmoved, as if she was looking at a brat who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

She kept silent, and she didn't open her mouth anymore, she wanted to see what this dead rabbit was trying to do? !

Guo Qi raised his other hand too, but instead of patting the wall, he touched her face.

She didn't hide, she just looked at her with a blank expression on her face.

Cheeks, forehead, eyebrows, thin eyelids with blue blood vessels, and slender and smooth eyelashes dyed with a thin light, with distinct roots. Every time you blink, it seems that you can brush the clear lenses.

Guo Qi took off her glasses, threw them on the bed casually, caressed her indifferent but attractive fox eyes, and traced the contours of the eyes with delicate fingertips, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

pat!

A drop of liquid landed on the back of Zhuang Yan's hand covering her clothes, warm and warm.

The fox's eyes, as indifferent as water, moved slightly.

This... this rhythm seems a bit wrong.

What's up with her?

Guo Qi was crying, that ferocious expression disappeared at some point, replaced by indescribably complicated eyes, tears welled up unstoppably, slid down her cheeks, gathered on her slightly pointed chin, dripping, splashing on the back of her hand.