Gu Zhihuan walked over with a calm face.

Han Yue bit his lower lip, and a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes lifted upward.

Gu Zhihuan pulled the sheet with an expressionless face and covered him.

"......" The expression on Han Yue's face froze.

"Am I saying the wrong thing?" Han Yue whispered.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Han Yue's expression quietly.

Although Han Yue has always played a qualified, gentle little white-faced role, Gu Zhihuan still found a sense of disobedience between his eyebrows.

After a pause, Gu Zhihuan sat down on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to untie the rope wrapped around Han Yue's body.

Suddenly, her movements stopped.

Gu Zhihuan casually untied the rope and asked sideways, "How did you tie yourself up just now?" ”

"Use your hands." Han Yue said excitedly.

After Gu Zhihuan untied the ropes of Han Yue's hands and feet, he stood on the side of the bed holding the rope, hesitated for a moment, and threw the rope to Han Yue: "Tie it to me." ”

"It's not good." Han Yue's eyes widened.

"Tie." Gu Zhihuan said coldly.

Han Yue held the rope and twisted around like a little daughter-in-law: "It turns out that you are a shaking M." ”

"I mean tie yourself up!" Gu Zhihuan gritted his teeth and said.

Han Yue showed a look of regret, then took the rope, quickly tied his legs, tied them to the head of the bed, and tied his right hand as well, but when he wanted to tie his left hand to the head of the bed, he found that the rope was not long enough.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes.

Han Yue was sweating profusely: "I tied it up like this just now." ”

Gu Zhihuan looked at Han Yue condescendingly, and quietly clenched the fist on his side: "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course, there is no one else in this room, can I still let someone tie me up?" Han Yue was also a little confused.

"Where did the rope come from?" Gu Zhihuan said in a deep voice.

"On the bed." Han Yue said.

Gu Zhihuan took a deep breath, she quickly closed her eyes, hid the chaotic emotions in her heart, walked over, and took away the rope on Han Yue's body.

"Get dressed, I'll go downstairs." Gu Zhihuan said calmly.

Han Yue sensed something sensitively, looked up at Gu Zhihuan, and stopped talking.

Gu Zhihuan was no longer in the mood to pay attention to what Han Yue was thinking, and the rope in her hand was like a terrifying monster, wrapping around her hand to death.

This is her and Han Yue's bedroom, and Gu Zhihuan is very familiar with the things in the room.

This rope is definitely not in their house.

And Han Yue actually used this rope to tie it to the bed in an impossible way......

Gu Zhihuan went downstairs, Yan Xie was putting on his coat and preparing to go home.

"Uncle Yan." Gu Zhihuan stopped him.

"Mr. Gu." Yan Xie smiled: "The meal has been cooked, you and Mr. Han can come down and eat directly if they are hungry." Are you going out? ”

"Nope." Gu Zhihuan walked over: "I want to trouble you to help me check something." ”

"What?" Yan Xie zipped up his coat.

Gu Zhihuan threw a bundle of big red rope on the table.

Yan Xie glanced at it, only to feel that his temples were jumping suddenly.

Although he is old, he is not dazzled, if he is not mistaken, this kind of rope seems to be used to tie people?

Yan Xie opened his mouth wide: "Mr. Gu...... Pay attention to your body. ”

"Help me find out where these things come from." Gu Zhihuan said.

"Isn't this what Mr. Han bought it?" Yan Xiehu said suspiciously.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Yan Xie lightly, and said noncommittally: "Don't make a noise." ”

"Okay." Yan Xie looked at Gu Zhihuan's expression, saw that she was a little displeased, and said hesitantly: "Actually, Mr. Han is really good to you. ”

Gu Zhihuan waved his hand, obviously not wanting to say more.

Yan Xie sighed silently and went out with the rope.

Outside the door, the night was dark.

The sparse rain fell, and I couldn't wait to rush from the sky to the earth.

Before he could enjoy the prosperity and warmth of the world, he fell to the ground and flowed into the sewer that did not see the light of day.

Gu Zhihuan stood at the door, looking at the dripping rain outside, the street lamps were spread by the rain, and the lights became blurry and dim.

This weird rope......

Gu Zhihuan held the mobile phone, and his fingers subconsciously pressed Chen Bo's phone number, but he didn't dial it out.

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhihuan deleted the number one by one and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Boom-"

A silver-white lightning bolt broke through the sky and shone Gu Zhihuan's face extremely pale.

She silently looked at her reflection in the glass and turned around.

Thunder boomed one after another.

The wind was blowing and the thunderstorm was gusting.

Gu Zhihuan vaguely felt that something terrible was about to happen.

The bedroom door was tightly closed.

Gu Zhihuan walked to the corridor, lightened his steps, quietly turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Han Yue sat on the bed with his back to him, quickly stuffed something under the pillow, and then turned to look at her: "Baby, why is your face so bad, are you scared, come, I'll hug you." ”

Gu Zhihuan withdrew his gaze from under the pillow: "What were you doing just now?" ”

"Miss your dad." Han Yue blurted out.

Gu Zhihuan stared at him meaningfully.

Han Yue hurriedly explained: "That's not what I mean, baby, I mean it seems to have upset your dad today, and I want to find a chance to have a meal with him." ”

Gu Zhihuan didn't speak.

With Han Yue's current state, Gu Zhihuan really didn't think this was a good time for the two to meet.

Han Yue understood Gu Zhihuan's silence as another meaning, he came to Gu Zhihuan's side, hugged her from behind, like a pug, and rested his head on Gu Zhihuan's shoulder: "Baby, what does your dad like to eat?" ”

"Eat." Gu Zhihuan replied absentmindedly.

"......" Han Yue made persistent efforts: "Then does he have any special hobbies?" ”

"Money."

"It's a bit difficult." Han Yue lowered his eyelids: "What does your dad usually dislike?" ”

"Little white face." Gu Zhihuan said.

“……”

Han Yue collapsed on the bed.

Gu Zhihuan poked him with his hand: "Don't lie down, go take a bath." ”

Han Yue sat up with a carp, his head against Gu Zhihuan's, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you together?" ”

"You're not a kid anymore." Gu Zhihuan frowned.

"Adults need to wash together." Han Yue hinted.

"Do you need me to call another man to come and wash with you?" Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows.

Han Yue immediately jumped off the bed: "Baby, I'm going to take a bath, Moda." ”

The bathroom was filled with the sound of rustling washing.

Gu Zhihuan sat on the bed for a while, stiffened, and uncovered the pillow on the bed.

Underneath the pillow was something that Han Yue had just stuffed in a hurry.

Bankbook?

Gu Zhihuan was stunned.