Qiao An snickered in her heart, she wished that Gu Zhiheng would call her all night, but she could not sleep at night, but Gu Zhiheng needed to rest.
"You sleep, I'm hanging."
Joan was about to hang up the phone after speaking.
"Don't hang up."
Gu Zhiheng said coldly: "After speaking, you will be allowed to sleep." ” Qiao An's eyes drifted to Shuling, she removed the phone from her ear, put it behind her back, and whispered to Shuling: "I'll open the door for you, you go outside for two minutes." ” Even if she wanted to say it, she couldn't say it in front of the book spirit, otherwise she would be teased to death by the book spirit.
"Why should I go out?"
Shuling pouted: "You want to be a thief, I'm not allowed to listen here, watch here, it's really stingy." ” "Please, please, go out for two minutes."
If she could, Joan would have grabbed the book spirit by the neck and threw it out.
Like a tsundere little queen, Shuling lay on the bed and did not move.
Qiao An gritted her teeth: "Three thousand words tomorrow." ” "Five thousand."
The book spirit stretched out five fingers, and it could see that Qiao An had a request for it, and it wanted to say 10,000 words, but it felt that even if the knife was put on Qiao An's neck, Qiao An would not be able to write 5,000 words tomorrow.
Joan confessed: "Get out of here." ” She trotted behind the door and opened the door for the book spirit, watching the book spirit float out, Joan closed the door and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window again.
"Gu Zhiheng, are you still here?"
She asked shyly, her face flushing slightly.
"Yes, I'm waiting for you to tell me."
Gu Zhiheng smiled over there: "Qiao An, are you shy?"
” "Who, who said I was shy."
Joan stammered: "Then I said it, after I said it, you have to sleep." ” She bit her lip and brewed in her heart several times before Qiao An said slowly: "Good night, husband, I miss you, remember to take care of yourself, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold, you have to remember to wear the scarf I knitted." ” Word by word, Joan said it intermittently, and when she finished saying this, Joan's round face exploded red, and she could feel the burning heat on her cheeks.
She stroked her face with her other hand, trying to let the coolness of her fingertips cool down the temperature on her face, but found that her cheeks were even hotter.
Gu Zhiheng laughed low on the other side, and his laughter was full of pleasure.
"Don't laugh."
Qiao Ann noticed his smile and wanted to find a hole to get into: "If you want to laugh, laugh." ” Anyway, she doesn't have any dignity in front of him.
"Wife, I'm happy, I'm really happy."
Gu Zhiheng said softly: "In the future, tell me this message every night." ” Qiao An retorted unconvinced: "Why?
"Why don't you see him say a sweet word to her, and make her happy.
She complained, "It's not fair if you don't say it." ” "Well, I like to use it."
Gu Zhiheng Junyi's face had a shallow smile: "Wife, good night." ” "Good night."
Jo Ann hung up the phone.
She took her mobile phone to hit her forehead, ashamed to death, it wasn't her, she wouldn't say such a thing.
But his mind is far away, if Gu Zhiheng also likes her?
Qiao An thought that if, if Gu Zhiheng also liked her, she was willing to say love to him every day.
It took about half an hour for the flush on Joan's face to dissipate, and she walked behind the door to open the door for the book spirit, and saw the book spirit glaring at her viciously.