She was originally the third young lady of the Gong family, with a delicate and weak constitution since childhood. After being accidentally framed and falling into dire straits, a spiritual divine ...
She seemed to see Yan Jingzhou leaning against the headboard, holding her, telling her some nice and interesting little stories, and coaxing her to sleep.
There was also the scene of her playfully tickling him while lying on top of him.
besides.....
So many...
Only when Ah Zhou was no longer by her side did she realize that she had unknowingly gotten used to his presence. It seemed that every moment of her time and every glance of hers had been quietly filled and occupied by that tall, handsome figure.
In just a few short hours, she...
I miss her, A-Zhou...
I dried my hair, casually applied some toner, and climbed into bed.
She took out her phone; her WeChat interface with Yan Jingzhou was still quiet.
Gong Ning angrily slammed her phone onto the bed and punched the bed in frustration.
Even Aunt Rong called to check on her because she hadn't gone back.
What a scoundrel! Heartless, ruthless, cold-hearted, and a complete jerk!
After remaining angry for a long time, Gong Ning glanced at the phone on the bedside table, pursed her lips, and then reached out and grabbed it back.
Just then, her phone chimed, and her eyes lit up.
She then gave a reserved hum and swiped to open her phone.
The result is a push notification from a WeChat official account.
Gong Ning lowered her eyes and remained silent for a while before reaching out to press the power button, pulling the blanket over her head and going to sleep.
Yan Jingzhou, I hereby formally declare to you:
I'm angry! Humph!
The ambitious young girl, determined to leave Yan Jingzhou hanging for several days, decisively chose selective amnesia after a good night's sleep.
Ah Zhou is so good, she won't hold a grudge.
After calling Ji Chen and learning that Yan Jingzhou had Yan Yun working overtime last night, Gong Ning's slight gloom vanished instantly, and her face lit up with a smile as radiant as a blooming peach blossom.
She turned to look at Shen Yuchen, where the medical staff that Luo Xi had found were taking good care of her.
Despite this, he still hasn't woken up...
Nan Jin said that she herself didn't want to wake up; she was secretly avoiding certain things...
No matter how strong a person is, if their inner resilience reaches its limit, they will collapse if they are not careful.
Gong Ning felt a slight pang of sadness in her heart, and turned to flee out the door as if she were running away.
At this moment, she desperately wanted to see Yan Jingzhou...
As soon as he reached the entrance of Beiyin Poetry School, he bumped into someone.
The person who entered was already in a bad mood, and the bump only made things worse. Annoyed, they looked up, about to hurl insults, but upon seeing who it was, they were instantly stunned. "Gong Ning? It's you again?"
At this moment, Gong Ning was very unhappy. She stared at her with a deep gaze and said, "Why can't it be me? I haven't even asked you yet. Why do you always run into me?"
Xiao Yisheng choked, "Do you think I want to run into you? Every time, it's you who recklessly barges in. Don't you have any sense of reason?"
Gong Ning scoffed as if she'd heard the biggest joke in the world, retorting coldly, "None of your business. And what are you doing here at my Beiyin Poetry and Literature Academy?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yisheng pursed his lips slightly and arrogantly raised his chin, "Didn't you say you were going to promote me as a star? The contract is already signed, you have no chance to back out!"
Gong Ning paused, her gaze lingering on her for a few seconds before abruptly shifting away, her face full of mockery. "If I said you were stupid, you really are so stupid you can't even breathe properly. You're practically offering yourself up to me as a money-making tool with no human rights?"
Xiao Yisheng stared wide-eyed in shock. "Which clause in this contract says I have no human rights?"
Gong Ning: "..."
Is this the important point? Hey!