Chapter 290 I am very good 44
Qing Wu did not take Gu Ziyan to his room, but led him to the study.
There are bookshelves on three walls of the study room. The books on them cover all aspects and were prepared for the original owner by his deceased stepfather. However, since his death, Mo Qingwu has never entered this study room again.
Mrs. Wang comes in every now and then to clean, and the bookshelf does not accumulate dust.
Qingwu told Gu Ziyan: "You can read the books here as you like."
As she spoke, she came to a bookshelf, pulled out a few comics from it and handed them to him.
When he took it obediently, Qingwu stood on tiptoes, smacked the corner of his lips without hesitation, and then stepped away to look at him.
Sure enough, his cheeks instantly turned red.
"Okay, you stay here, I'll go back to the room to catch up on my sleep."
Gu Ziyan nodded numbly.
Qingwu left with a smile on his face.
After she left, the young man standing alone in the study stretched out an index finger and tapped his thin lips, blinked slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Awu, soft.
Qing Wu returned to the room and set an alarm first.
Lying on the bed, she rubbed her head, which was aching due to the fever, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep. In her sleep, she felt a familiar breath approaching, but she didn't take precautions.
I don’t know how long it has been...
"Dingle bell——"
The moment the alarm clock rang, the person on the bed opened his eyes.
He reached out to fumble for the alarm clock, but felt a pair of slightly cold hands, and then the alarm clock was turned off.
Qing Wu grabbed the hands and subconsciously wanted to break them, but then she thought of something and suddenly turned her head to look at the bedside, and sure enough she saw Gu Ziyan sitting on the bedside.
She held his white fingers on the alarm clock, and held a comic book in his other hand.
"Gu Ziyan? How did you..."
The young man's eyes evaded slightly, as if he felt guilty for entering her room without permission.
Qing Wu curled his lips and let go of his hand, lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed. Gu Ziyan quickly put down the book and went to hold her hand.
"Auntie, let me tell you... to eat." His tone was gentle.
Qingwu glanced at him and nodded.
On the dining table.
Mrs. Wang placed a bowl of porridge and a plate of vegetables in front of her young lady and looked at her smiling happily.
Qingwu felt a little confused, "Sister-in-law Wang, why are you so happy?"
Mrs. Wang happily glanced at the young man sitting next to her and whispered to her: "This green vegetable was fried by Master Gu."
The young man knows how to hurt people!
Qingwu raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this.
What happened while she was asleep?
Mrs. Wang on the side looked at the plate of green vegetables on the table and couldn't help but recall the scene an hour ago.
When she was preparing to cook in the kitchen, the young master of the Gu family suddenly came in.
"Oh, are you hungry? I'll cook right away..." Mrs. Wang subconsciously wanted to ask him out, but she didn't expect him to look at her indifferently and uttered two words in a cold voice: "I'll come."
"Huh?"
"I'll do it." The boy repeated.
Sister-in-law Wang was in a difficult position.
Such a good-looking and dignified young man, neatly dressed in a white shirt, looks very clean. He doesn't look like someone who can cook at all.
However, he stood persistently at the door of the kitchen, as if he would not leave until he was allowed to cook. In desperation, she had no choice but to let him put on an apron.
While he was cooking, Mrs. Wang watched closely and couldn't help but give guidance every step of the way.
It was obviously his first time cooking, so he was a little clumsy. He felt like he was facing an enemy when putting food in the oil pan. There was a red spot on the back of his delicate hand from the splash of oil, but he didn't pay attention to it.
Although he was just copying a simple vegetable, the young man's expression was extremely serious, as if he was completing a very serious matter.
(End of chapter)