Chapter 642 Back from drag racing (2)
He looked down at the old man, pondered for a moment, and said, "What did the doctor say?"
"Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. The poison on the old man's body has been cured, but he was stabbed in the arm. The wound was a bit deep and he lost a lot of blood. That's why he hasn't woken up yet." Wan Guanjia said.
Gu Hai squinted at the old man's pale complexion, his eyes sparkled, "Have you notified Gu Ying and the others?"
Butler Wan said truthfully, "I have already notified, but the second young master's phone call has not been answered, and the third young master will arrive at night."
Gu Hai's eyes dimmed, he already had a plan in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "This matter must be investigated as soon as possible, take good care of the old man, and let me know if there is any situation."
"yes."
Watching GuHai leave, Wan Butler turned around to tidy up the things on the table.
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Late at night, Fu Juncheng returned to Fengxuan Mingyuan.
Open the door, and the lights are on in the room.
He changed into slippers, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack beside him.
Hearing the movement, Gu Qingning came over and looked at him with smiling eyes, "Did you come back from the racing car?"
Here is quite a distance from his company. It took him a long time to send her a message, and he arrived so quickly. One can imagine how fast he was driving.
Fu Juncheng unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened the neckline. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
"It seems that I should ask you this sentence."
Gu Qingning raised his head, with doubts in his eyes, "Huh?"
Fu Juncheng didn't explain, his dark eyes turned on her, and his voice was low, "Honestly, where did you hurt?"
Gu Qingning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, she smiled, "Did you see my car?"
Fu Juncheng didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.
"I wasn't hurt, but the car was knocked off." Gu Qingning explained, "I came out of the medicine store and collided with Mu Ziye's car."
Fu Juncheng's eyes darkened slightly, "Did he do it on purpose?"
With a cold voice, it seemed that as long as she said yes, he would go to Mu Ziye to settle the score in the next second.
Gu Qingning reached out and hugged his muscular waist, her soft hair rubbed against his chin, "Probably not, the driver bumped into him carelessly, Mu Ziye got out of the car and apologized to me."
Fu Juncheng heard the words, the coldness in the bottom of his eyes faded, he stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "If I didn't see your car, wouldn't you plan to tell me, huh?"
Gu Qingning raised his eyebrows, his expression was as casual as ever, "Anyway, he wasn't injured."
Fu Juncheng knew her temperament, and expected that she must think so, he sighed helplessly.
"You."
There is really nothing to do with her.
Gu Qingning pulled his lips and pulled him inside, "I made porridge, you can try it."
Fu Juncheng's black eyes paused slightly, and he glanced at her, "Are you cooking porridge?"
Somehow, Gu Qingning heard a trace of inconceivable meaning in his words.
She tilted her head, not missing the surprise that flashed in his eyes.
"Why, look down on me?"
Isn't it just cooking porridge, who do you look down on.
Fu Juncheng looked at her unconvinced expression, and chuckled, "White porridge?"
Is he polite?
Gu Qingning glared at him, wanted to let go of his hand but he held it even harder.
She snorted coldly, "Forget it, I won't eat it for you."
Does she look like someone who can only cook porridge?
It's simply too small.
Fu Juncheng looked at her frowning, and the smile in his eyes became more gentle.
"My fault, shall I ask again?"
Gu Qingning snorted and ignored him.
