Not long ago, Gu Shiyu came down the stairs with a black face and Nalan in her arms.

If he didn't want the two to be ugly together, he would like to throw the crazy woman down the stairs now.

Nalan Yan Ran didn't see much difference. She looked at Zhao Siqing and said: "early."

Zhao Siqing came up uneasily: "how about your injury? Yesterday, I saw the swollen wound on your back. I wanted to help you deal with the result and forget it. "

"I have to thank you, young master Gu, for the injury." Nalan sneered.

She was the one who made a strong stick when smashing the window, of course, it was on Gu Shiyu's head.

Hearing the words "die without help", Zhao Siqing glanced at Gu Shiyu and didn't make a sound.

On her pair of light eyes, Gu Shiyu was silent for a few seconds and said slowly, "I let Gu seven open the door."

Zhao Siqing's mood didn't change much, just whispered, "you are free to do whatever you want."

Smell speech, Gu Shiyu didn't make a sound again, but Nalan looked at him with a smile: "you fart!"

She pulled the door handle and it was clearly locked.

Gu Shiyu looks at her lightly and doesn't speak again.

Nalan's eyes were charming and compelling. After staring at him for a few seconds, she suddenly thought that when she broke the window and opened the door from inside, it seemed that she did break the door lock twice.

I thought it would open for the first time, but the door still couldn't open. It took another break to open the door.

Can't it be that there is a little bit of conscience left in this Gu scum?

Gu Shiyu threw her on the chair aside, and Nalan curled up a leg and put it on the chair directly to achieve the coordination with Gu Shiyu.

After Zhao Siqing distributed the dishes, the group took their seats and prepared for breakfast.

Gu Shiyu's eyes swept lightly from a group of people. It's difficult to combine the expressionless and well-dressed people in front of him with the mentally handicapped man with a note on his face last night.

A group of people all bow their heads and eat their own things. They look down at the time and don't move their eyes.

Yang Jingqiu's makeup is exquisite. She is wearing a white set of women's suits to the West. Her sight falls on Gu Shiyu's body and she says lightly, "it's not appetizing?"

"No." Gu Shiyu glanced at her and answered simply.

Yang Jingqiu doesn't care about him anymore, but the sight of several people on the table falls on Gu Shiyu one after another, with a wipe to explore.

To Zhao Siqing's cold eyes, Gu Shiyu lowered his eyes and took up chopsticks.

Only then did he move, and Nalan's feet were immediately forced to lift up, directly reaching the table.

Nalan Yanran was a little confused, especially at the table.

"You're sick, aren't you?" Nalan could not help but open her mouth and wanted to get her feet back.

Several people will understand why Gu Shiyu didn't move chopsticks at all, because his right hand and Nalan's feet were locked together.

Yang Jingqiu went directly to the sofa with a bowl and chopsticks, and Wen said, "well, you can eat more."

Huo Jingchen put down his chopsticks and carried Zhao Siqing. "I'll take her to work."

Zhao Yancheng also put down his chopsticks and said, "well."

For a time, only Nalan Yanran and Gu Shiyu were left at the table.

Nalan leaned back in the chair and looked at Gu Shiyu. "I said Gu Shaoye, is your left hand a decoration?"

"I think your brain is a device." Gu Shiyu opened his mouth with a cold voice and poured himself a cup of warm water.

Nalan Yanran competed with him for a while, but her strength was a little worse than Gu Shiyu's, and her posture was not comfortable. Finally, he was the only one.

Zhao Siqing looked out before leaving the house, and saw Nalan's feet lightly painted with red nail polish. She looked at Zhang Jun's face and shook it. She turned to see Huo Jingchen and whispered, "this is probably love."