Qiao An kept retreating and dodging, but found that he had nowhere to escape, and was suppressed by Gu Zhiheng and couldn't move.
I don't know how long it took, Gu Zhiheng turned over, pressed Qiao An under him, and was about to take off Qiao An's clothes with his big palm.
"It hurts."
Jo Ann exhaled in pain.
Gu Zhiheng gradually came back to his senses, the movements of his hands froze, he hurriedly lay on the bed, let Qiao An lie on his chest, gently tidied up her clothes and pants, and patted her back.
"It's uncomfortable."
Joan moved uncomfortably.
The gloom in Gu Zhiheng's eyes flashed, he quickly put Qiao An down, and strode towards the bathroom, and after a while, there was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom.
Joan lay on the bed for a few minutes before her chaotic breath calmed down, and she poked the pillow to suppress the heat in her body.
She was also emotionally moved just now.
Jo Ann got out of bed and went to the closet, she opened the cabinet door, and took out a pair of small pants from inside, and the flush that had finally dissipated resurfaced.
She walked slowly towards the big bed, hid in the quilt and changed her pants, and carefully hid it, thinking that after Gu Zhiheng left, she secretly washed it.
It didn't take half an hour for Gu Zhiheng to come out of the bathroom, and he was already back to normal.
Joan was lying on the bed, holding a pencil and a sketchbook, wondering what she was drawing?
When she saw him, Joan hid her things under her pillow as if she had done something bad.
"What are you doing?"
Gu Zhiheng sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Qiao An's body, and when he saw her lying on her stomach like this, he wanted to her hard.
"Didn't do anything."
Joan stammered, "I haven't forgiven you yet, I don't talk to you." ” She stretched out her hand to push Gu Zhiheng: "I want to drink orange juice, you go downstairs and pour me a glass." ” "What more?"
Gu Zhiheng pinched her cheek.
"No, get out of here."
JoAnn began to chase people.
After Gu Zhiheng left, Qiao An took out the painting book, and saw a Q version of Gu Zhiheng in military uniform drawn on it, Qiao An thought about when she had time to make a set of Gu Zhiheng's emojis.
Satisfied, she put her things away and put them in her bag.
It didn't take long for Gu Zhiheng to come up.
"When we're done, let's go down and eat."
Gu Zhiheng gave her the cup with orange juice.
"Gu Zhiheng, is your aunt okay?"
Qiao An got off the bed and stood next to Gu Zhiheng.
"It's okay, just a broken hand."
Gu Zhiheng said casually: "This will not happen again in the future." ” "Huh?"
Joan's hand holding the cup trembled, is it okay to break a hand?
She asked in a consultative tone, "Why don't I go to the hospital with my mother tomorrow to see her?"
” After thinking about it, he added, "Buy a wreath too." ” Gu Zhiheng was amused by her and said dotingly: "Okay." ” "Hmph, I'm not going, and it costs money to buy wreaths."
Qiao An drank the orange juice, thinking that Gu Yuzhu was lying in the hospital now, and her heart was finally relieved, if Gu Zhiheng didn't come back, she would be the one lying in the hospital now.
Her hand is to be coded, if she breaks her hand, she doesn't know what to do?
While they were talking, Song Yun knocked on the door outside and asked the two of them to go out to eat.
Qiao An and Gu Zhiheng went downstairs, and when they arrived at the restaurant, Song Yun had prepared another dish for Qiao An, which was separate from theirs.
Qiao An looked at the angelica mutton soup, the black chicken boiled motherwort, the carrot stewed pork ribs, and then looked at Gu Zhiheng's, Qiao An silently cried.
"When I looked at it just now, I realized that yesterday's chapter had been deleted by almost 200 words. 》