The soft and boneless delicate body of the woman in her arms leaned softly on him, floating with a faint smell of wine, and her chin rested on his shoulder with complete trust, and the car jolted again, and she followed it, and then looked for him, rubbing against his neck like a sleepy little beast that only found a nest, and the whole appearance was very delicate.

"An An?" Wu Yanjue called her tentatively.

In response to him, her slender arm unconsciously looped around his waist and abdomen, only the touch of a layer of fabric made Wu Yanjue's body stiffen, and then his good-looking thick eyebrows gradually twisted, and he looked down helplessly at Feng Gu Qiao, who was confused, and finally put down the hand that was halfway raised.

When he thought she wouldn't respond, she let out a glutinous voice, with grievances in her voice: "Wu Yanjue......"

Unexpectedly, she was still a little conscious, Wu Yanjue responded patiently: "What's wrong?" ”

"Dizzy......" she pouted pitifully, burying her head deeper, but tears fell.

The wetness from the neck socket made Wu Yanjue's brows furrow even harder, and he held her shoulder and pulled her up from his arms, Wu Yanjue saw her tear-stained little face in the dim and dismal light, and asked silently for a moment: "What are you crying about?" ”

"Dizziness ......"

Answering him, Feng Gu Qiao wiped the tears on his face, turned his head to the side, and shrank again.

Seeing that she was like a fluffy little animal who had been bullied and couldn't beat the other party, she had to shrink up and sulk alone, Wu Yanjue only felt more helpless in her heart, he was not angry with her and pushed him out, but she was wronged first.

……

When I returned home, Wu's father, who had drunk a lot, had already gone upstairs to rest, and only the maid and Wu's mother were in the hall. ”

Wu Yanjue didn't have any expression, and responded nonchalantly: "Hmm." ”

Without waiting for Mother Wu to speak, Wu Yanjue directly hugged Feng Gu and went up the stairs, leaving Mother Wu with a clear and cold back.

Mother Wu rubbed her temples, closed her eyes and asked the maid behind her, "Is Fu Yuan asleep?" ”

The servant hurriedly said: "I went to sleep, I learned at half past ten, and the young master went to sleep after reviewing according to Madame's instructions." ”

"Hmm." Mother Wu nodded, her expression relaxed a lot.

Fu Yuan's mind can't catch up with Wu Yanjue's half of his intelligence, but fortunately he is a hard-working person, otherwise he is afraid that he will be left behind by Wu Yanjue far away and will not be able to catch up.

Not to mention that the foundation of this huge Wu family will be handed over to Fu Yuan in the future, how can he fight for himself, Wu Yanjue's indifferent and indifferent temperament is not his own brother, how can he do it if he doesn't work hard.

—Upstairs—

Taking the tray brought by the maid, Wu Yanjue closed the door, walked over in a few steps, put the tray on the bedside table, and supported Feng Gu Qiao, who was about to turn into a puddle of mud.

"An'an, wake up, drink the soup and go back to sleep."

Feng Gu Qiao felt that someone was shaking her in a daze, and reluctantly opened her eyes to see Wu Yanjue sitting on the edge of her bed with her eyebrows locked and looking at her, the subtle smell of Chinese medicine in the air slowly spread, Feng Gu Qiao wrinkled her nose, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the steaming bowl of soup on the bedside table.

Knowing what Wu Yanjue was going to say, she flattened her mouth before he could speak, twisted her head to the side, and said vaguely: "Don't drink." ”

"............" Wu Yanjue looked at her silently, and said half-loudly: "You really don't drink?" ”

"Don't drink it." Feng Gu's head shook like a rattle.

Wu Yanjue glanced at the decanting soup on the tray, then straightened up, picked up the bowl of soup and walked towards the bathroom, the faint sound of water flowing came from the bathroom, the sliding door opened, and Wu Yanjue who came out again only had an empty bowl in his hand.

Feng Gu Qiao, who was shrunk in the quilt, glanced at him, and when she saw the empty bowl in his hand, she couldn't tell what it was like, she didn't want to think about it, and directly began to drive people out impatiently, "When it's finished, go out quickly, don't disturb my sleep, if you dare to knock on my door tomorrow morning, don't blame me for turning my face with you." ”

In the last sentence, she almost said it viciously, and it was clear that she was sulking.

Wu Yanjue put the empty bowl into the tray and stared at her with lowered eyes, "Feng Gu Qiao, what are you angry about?" ”

He called her by name and surname as she called him, but there was a hint of coldness in his tone.

"I'm not angry." She grimaced it.

His tone was even colder: "You are blind to me? ”

He rarely spoke so rampage, but Feng Gu Qiao smiled when she heard it, she hugged the quilt and nodded with a smile: "Yes." ”