Half an hour later, Gu Shuman returned to Zangshu Bay. Pushing the door into the house, there was no one downstairs, and Aunt Zhou was not there.

Gu Shuman frowned, and her heart jumped, did Gu Xiyou have an accident?

The door on the second floor was not closed, Gu Shuman's hand was on the doorknob, and before he could push the door into the house, he heard a woman's cry, "How can you get sick? If I don't come, will you just endure it? I'm your fiancée, why don't you call me?"

Gu Shuman stopped, his hands hanging down to his legs, and stood silently in front of the door.

After Luo Qili's voice fell, Gu Shumanan heard Gu Xiyou's voice sound.

"What are you crying about, it's just a cold and flu, and it's far away. ”

"What's wrong with the hand?"

Gu Shuman, from morning to now, has not eaten at all, and her stomach is twitching. Listening to Gu Xiyou's concern for Luo Qili, her heart was also hurting. In the end, she couldn't tell if it was a stomachache or a heartache, or both.

Inside the house, Luo Qili lowered her head, sat on the bed, hugged Gu Xiyou's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder, "I don't know how to make ginger soup, I accidentally burned my hand." ”

"But it's okay," Luo Qili raised her face and said shyly, "For you, what is this pain?"

Gu Shuman's gaze passed through the crack in the door and looked at the ginger soup on the bedside table.

She gritted her teeth, a cold arc on her lips.

The next moment-

Gu Shuman pushed the door, she leaned against the wall, and couldn't stop applauding, "Miss Luo's affection is so touching." ”

The restrained atmosphere was instantly dissipated.

Luo Qili was taken aback, she blushed, and smiled warmly, "Shuman is here, I'm sorry, your brother is sick and neglected you." Between the words, it was already the posture of the hostess.

Gu Xiyou raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the back of Gu Shuman's hand, glanced at it lightly, and quickly looked away.

He stared at Gu Shuman, "You have grown up, brother and sister are different, go out." ”

"Xiyou," Luo Qili glared at him with disgust, reproaching, "how can you talk to Manman." ”

The pain in Gu Shuman's heart turned over and over, she secretly pinned her hand behind her back, and forcibly squeezed the two blisters on the back of her hand.

But a pair of clear eyes still stared at Gu Xiyou, and the water vapor was in the eye sockets, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Get out," Gu Xiyou's face was expressionless, his thin lips opened lightly, and the words he said were like sharp swords, "Now." ”

Gu Shuman bit her lower lip, and after tasting the smell of blood, she raised her chin slightly, "Brother, don't be too narcissistic, I'm not looking for you, I'll leave right away, don't stay." ”

As she spoke, she walked towards Luo Qili step by step and stood still in front of Luo Qili.

"Shuman, you have something to ......"

"Smack!"

Gu Shuman slapped Luo Qili in the face.

Luo Qili was stunned, her face was knocked to the side, and she immediately shed tears, covered her face, and cried, "Miss Gu, what do you mean by this?"

Gu Shuman smiled brightly, she didn't say a word, grabbed Luo Qili's hand, and dragged her off the bed fiercely, like dragging a dead dog, dragging her out.

"Miss Gu, what are you doing!"

Gu Shuman didn't say anything, and pulled Luo Qili to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Gu Shuman opened the kettle, poured out a bowl of water, straightened Luo Qili's hand, and splashed a bowl of hot water on the back of her hand.

"Ahh

Gu Shuman let go of her hand, grabbed her neckline, stared at her fiercely, and said coldly, "Do you know who made the ginger soup that night?"

A look of surprise flashed in Luo Qili's eyes.

"Didn't you say that your hands were hot when you cooked ginger soup?" Gu Shuman shook her off and spread his hands, "Well, that's right now." ”