Chapter 121 You can fall asleep in your room (2)
Just as she was about to speak, the man's clear voice preempted her, "Ning Ning, the doctor said you can't catch a cold right now, don't stand here with bare feet, go in quickly."
He was soaked all over, and he couldn't even hug her.
Gu Qingning raised his head, saw the concern in his eyes, and immediately lost all anger.
At first, she wasn't really angry, but just a moment of embarrassment, but who knew he really jumped off the stairs.
Fortunately, the room is on the second floor.
She snorted, her tone was not as indifferent as before, "You'd better take care of yourself first, the old man can't stand the cold."
After finishing speaking, she turned and walked back into the house.
Fu Juncheng smiled dumbly, and quickly followed in.
Besides, Xi Nai was in a mess in the wind, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.
"..."
The wind of love blows people dizzy.
Come out like this at night, dare to coax the little girl.
He should let everyone in the capital see how crazy the prince of the capital is chasing his wife.
…
The night is cool, and the fog floats, blurring the scenery of the villa.
The sound of "woo-woo" from the hair dryer suddenly stopped, and Gu Qingning walked out of the bathroom slowly.
The school uniform on her body was changed, and she was wearing a loose white T-shirt and black pants, which was comfortable and refreshing.
She poured a glass of hot water and drank it casually.
dong dong.
There was a knock on the door outside.
She walked over to open the door while drinking water.
Outside the door, Fu Juncheng came over after taking a shower.
Coincidentally, he is also wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, and the simple home clothes can't hide his extravagance.
He held a hot water bottle in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "You didn't take the hot water bottle."
Gu Qingning held the cup in one hand and the hot water bottle in the other.
The fingertips accidentally touched his hand, and the big hand with well-defined knuckles was as warm as ever.
It feels warmer than a hot water bottle.
She was in a trance for a moment.
Until the hoarse voice sounded again, "Have you finished your homework?"
Gu Qingning shook his head and stood at the door, not intending to let him in.
Just after coaxing her, Fu Juncheng didn't tease her, but reached out and touched her head, "Don't write too late, go to bed early."
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked back upstairs.
Gu Qingning glanced at the hot water bottle in his arms, closed the door, turned around and walked back to the desk.
Placing the cup and hot water bottle aside, she picked up the pen and continued with the questions.
She seldom writes the homework assigned by her, and now she writes the papers given by Xu An every day.
In Xu An's words, it is to warm up by brushing up questions for the exchange meeting.
One paper after another, it was past one o'clock in the morning before I knew it.
After turning off the lights, Gu Qingning lay on the bed with a hot water bottle in his arms.
Tossing and turning, but unable to fall asleep.
Worst of all, the dull pain in my stomach started again.
She curled up into a ball, a little irritability appeared between her brows and eyes.
A moment.
She got up from the bed, put on her slippers, and walked out with a hot water bottle in her arms.
The corridor was long and dark, Gu Qingning walked upstairs in the dark.
Find Fu Juncheng's room. As soon as she approached, the door opened.
Xinai still had the doorknob in her hands, with a look of surprise on her face, "Sister Qingning."
Gu Qingning didn't expect him to be there, so she was stunned for a few seconds.
The scene was awkward for a while.
Noticing that her expression was not quite right, he turned his head and wanted to call Fu Juncheng.
However.
Seeing the figure who had already walked over, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
He shifted his steps to make way for him.
The light in the bedroom poured out, illuminating her at this moment.
The long hair is slightly disheveled, and the small face that is as clear as jade is abnormally pale, and it is a little less surly than usual.
Fu Juncheng frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled her in, "It hurts again?"
Gu Qingning nodded.
After a while, she said in a muffled voice, "...that pillow is useless."
It seems that he really didn't lie to her. The custom-made pillow is indeed more comfortable and can help sleep.
Touched the bloodshot eyes in her eyes, Fu Juncheng immediately understood.
He took her hand and said softly, "I'll change rooms with you, and you'll sleep here."
Xi Nai was confused, but when he heard that Fu Juncheng gave the master bedroom to Gu Qingning to sleep in, his eyes widened suddenly.
With an incredible look on his face.
not far away.
Fu Juncheng turned off the computer, picked up the phone and put it in his trouser pocket.
Seeing him approaching, Xi Nai was about to speak, "A Cheng, you..."
Not giving him a chance to speak, Fu Juncheng dragged him out and closed the door by the way.
Gu Qingning glanced at the two coffee cups on the table, then turned and walked towards the big bed.
Picking off the quilt, she realized that there was no pillow on the bed, and what she was pillowing on not long ago was a folded coat.
The jacket appeared in this room, and you don't need to think about who it is.
The dull pain in her abdomen swept over again, she didn't want to think too much, and got into bed with the hot water bottle in her arms.
…
Outside corridor.
Xinai folded her arms around her chest and looked at the man across from her with a half-smile.
"Since when have you been so generous and given up your bedroom?"
"Also, what about the pillow?"
Fu Juncheng lowered his voice, "She has insomnia, please keep your voice down."
Insomnia?
Xinai suddenly remembered that he had heard the two of them talk about this matter in the car last time.
But she suffered from insomnia at a young age, could it be that she has some psychological shadow?
"Can you fall asleep in your room?"
Fu Juncheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Maybe."
He found that she fell asleep quickly and deeply every time she was next to him.
However, his little lion doesn't seem to have discovered this yet. He just thinks that his pillow is easy to use and can help sleep.
Xinai, "…"
For Mao, he suddenly felt like being shown.
Not wanting to stay here and continue to eat dog food, he turned and left.
After taking two steps, he looked back at Fu Juncheng and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
If he remembers correctly, Gu Qingning's guest room is on the second floor.
Fu Juncheng raised his eyebrows coldly, "I sleep in the study."
"..."
The study and the cloakroom are connected, and there is a hidden door inside, while the cloakroom is connected to the bedroom.
To put it bluntly, the bedroom and the study are also connected.
This guy is too cunning.
Ignoring his contemptuous eyes, Fu Juncheng opened the door of the study and walked in with a calm expression.
…
Midnight.
A figure came out of the cloakroom.
The sound of footsteps was sucked away by the soft carpet, and Fu Juncheng quietly approached the bed.
By the night light beside the bed, he looked down at the figure curled up on the bed.
The girl frowned slightly, as if she hadn't slept well.
Fu Juncheng hooked his lips, afraid of waking her up, he didn't stay for too long, and returned to the study the same way.
…
The next day.
The mobile phone was left in the guest room, without the alarm, Gu Qingning fell into a deep sleep.
Until Fu Juncheng came to wake her up.
She sat on the bed, just woke up, the corners of her brows and eyes were full of confusion.
Fu Juncheng stood by the bed, reached out and touched her head, "Why don't you take half a day off?"
Gu Qingning shook her head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She put on her slippers, and reached for the quilt to tidy up.
As soon as he picked up the quilt, he was stopped by a big hand.
Fu Juncheng said, "Go wash up, I will take care of these."
Gu Qingning hesitated, "But..."
She occupied his bedroom and asked him to make the bed, which seemed a little too much.
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