Gu Pan Lanling

It was night, a gust of cool wind hit, and the flames imprinted on Gu Zimo's face, making his face a little red.

He stared at the roast chicken on the stove for a moment, although Gao Changgong next to him said every word was sincere, but he was still unmoved by it.

Gao Changgong's lips moved, and he swallowed what he wanted to say.

Just watching him quietly from the sidelines, the roast chicken was golden brown in less than a cup of tea, and it already exuded a crispy smell.

Because he was next to the stove, Gu Zimo was hot and sweated in a short while. Although the people next to him were quiet, their burning eyes stayed on him, which distracted him from time to time.

When sprinkling salt, he remembered that Gao Changgong broke the salt twice before, so this time he put salt and seasoning according to Gao Changgong's usual taste.

The fragrance was completely released, and the whole yard was lingering in this fragrance.

Gao Changgong didn't feel hungry at first, but at this moment, the delicious aroma of grilled chicken completely whetted his appetite: "It's really delicious."

Gao Changgong's praise dimmed Gu Zimo's eyes.

Seeing that Gu Zimo was silent, Gao Changgong knew that he was still angry, so he paused, and then continued: "Since you are willing to cook roast chicken for me again, it means that you are not angry with me anymore..."

"Whoever said I baked it for you will really put gold on his face." Gu Zimo gave him a sideways look and said coldly.

Xu really reflected on it. If it was the usual way, and Gu Zimo said it wasn't for him, he would definitely question who it was for him until he said it was for him.

At this moment, Gao Changgong didn't force Gu Zimo like that, but looked at Gu Zimo quietly. Seeing that Gu Zimo was sweating a lot, Gao Changgong reached out to touch the handkerchief, but when he didn't find it, he got up and went back to the house Got the handkerchief.

Hearing Gao Changgong's footsteps leaving, Gu Zimo looked up, the roast chicken in his hand tilted slightly, and the smell of roasting instantly entered Gu Zimo's nose.

"Uh..." Oops.

Doing this kind of thing really can't be distracted.

Fortunately, it was burnt a little bit, and the taste has little effect.

Gu Zimo hurriedly took the roast chicken off the oven and put it on a plate.

When Gao Changgong came out of the house, he saw that Gu Zimo had already plated the roast chicken and walked to the door.

Gao Changgong took out a handkerchief and wiped Gu Zimo's sweat, but saw a few red blisters on the back of Gu Zimo's hand holding the roast chicken, his face sank instantly, "Are you burned?"

"what?"

Gu Zimo was taken aback, he said burns?

It seems that there is a burning pain on the back of the hand.

Gu Zimo looked down and saw that the backs of both hands were scalded with blisters, probably from the oil stains in the chicken when it was roasted.

"You eat the roast chicken first, and I'll wash my hands."

It was nothing more than a small burn, Gao Changgong's scorching gaze made him feel a lot of pressure.

Putting down the tray, he just walked out, only to find that Gao Changgong followed him.

"The grilled chicken tastes best when it's hot." He glanced at Gao Changgong and reminded.

"Uh..." Gao Changgong sullenly looked at the back of his hand with gloomy eyes.

Gu Zimo was really uncomfortable being watched, "Hurry up and eat roast chicken, it will cool down later, and say that my cooking is not delicious..."

"I'll get the ointment." After Gao Changgong said, he left the yard.

I don't know who he went to get the ointment, and Gu Zimo didn't expect much.

Just flush it with water, he is not a woman, so he is so particular about it.

After rushing through the water, he felt that the pain was slightly relieved, and he returned to the house. It was getting late, and he was already a little sleepy.

When Gao Changgong came back, Gu Zimo was a little confused.

It was Gao Changgong who woke him up when he rubbed the medicine on him.

"Do you feel better?" After Gao Changgong spread the ointment evenly, he blew on it, his eyes filled with distress.

Gu Zimo nodded, "It's cool, I feel much better."

"In the future, it won't happen." Gao Changgong suddenly lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.

"Go to sleep." It was already midnight, too late.

"What about you?" Gao Changgong didn't sleep last night, so he won't go out tonight, right?

"I... I ate the roast chicken and went to sleep."

Gao Changgong said, got up and went out to wash his hands, then came back, and walked to the desk.

Seeing Gao Changgong tear off a piece of chicken and eat it, Gu Zimo frowned, it was cold, and he just ate it.

Gu Zimo couldn't express what kind of emotion he was in, but he just watched Gao Changgong eat his grilled chicken with relish, and felt warm in his heart.

Gao Changgong ate the whole chicken before lying down beside him.

As soon as he lay down, he hugged Gu Zimo into his arms, "Mo'er, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." The gas made him full.

"Aren't you hungry?" Gao Changgong's hand got into Gu Zimo's robe, making Gu Zimo tremble, "What are you doing!"

Full of warmth, thoughts of lust and lust, has he started to fall ill again?

"I just want to feel if your belly is flat. You haven't eaten much."

Gu Zimo took his hand out of his clothes with a guilty conscience, "Go to sleep, I just feel sleepy now."

"Okay." Gao Changgong stopped talking, got up and blew out the candlelight, and lay down again. He didn't move his hands or feet, but he still slept with Gu Zimo in his arms habitually.

Gu Zimo leaned on Gao Changgong's arm, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

When Gao Changgong lay down just now, he could smell that smell.

It was a very complex smell, a mixture of grilled chicken and a woman's powder.

The scent of plum blossoms on Gao Changgong's body was very light, which always calmed Gu Zimo's mind, but what's the matter with this slightly pungent powdery smell?

Where did he go when he left the yard?

Did you meet someone when you brought back the ointment for him?

Could it be Zheng Jingyao?

After all, there is no other woman in this group except her.

"Aren't you sleepy? Why are your eyes so wide open?" Gao Changgong said suddenly, interrupting Gu Zimo's thoughts.

Gu Zimo's heart tightened. Although the room was pitch black, Gao Changgong still knew by feeling that his eyes were open and he was not asleep.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"you……"

When the words came to his lips, Gu Zimo retreated again.

Forget it, even if you ask, you may not get an answer. Gao Changgong always only answers the questions he is willing to answer.

You have to ask him if he met Zheng Jingyao just now, and had close contact with Zheng Jingyao?

Asking like this will definitely make Gao Changgong unhappy, right?

The relationship between him and him in the past two days has been very bad. If the dispute continues like this, it will only make people laugh.

After much deliberation or forget it, it is not good for anyone to ask.

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Sensing Gu Zimo's emotional change, Gao Changgong reached out and pinched his face.

"It's nothing, I don't want to ask..."

After Gu Zimo finished speaking, he forced himself to close his eyes.

But it made Gao Changgong dissatisfied, "Are you deliberately teasing me?"

"Uh..." Gu Zimo sighed softly, without words.

Asking or not asking, seems to make him unhappy.

He and Gao Changgong are really coming to an end.

"Gu Zimo!!"

Gao Changgong was completely enraged.

He dragged Gu Zimo up from the bed in a rough manner.

The back of Gu Zimo's hand was rubbed, and he gasped in pain.

The resentment suppressed in the bottom of my heart exploded in an instant: "Gao Changgong!! What do you want!"

Gao Changgong couldn't recover from Gu Zimo's sobbing roar for a while.

Gu Zimo lowered his head, in the dark night, no one could see clearly anyone's expression.

But he knew that his heart was throbbing with pain.

I just kept silent to him once, and Gao Changgong reacted like this, why didn't he think about him, every time he was silent to him like this, would he feel better?

Is Gao Changgong too selfish, or has he never thought about this issue at all?

Gao Changgong didn't expect Gu Zimo to have such a big reaction.

Suddenly panicked, in the dark, Gu Zimo's shoulders were shaking, and he was crying silently.

Gao Changgong stretched out his hand, but was pushed away by Gu Zimo.

"Don't touch me."

"Yes... it's my fault... I forgot that you have an injury on your hand, I'm going to hold the lamp, and I'm rubbing the ointment on you again..."

After Gao Changgong finished speaking, he got up and went to light the lamp.

The candlelight chilled the room, Gao Changgong came over with the ointment, saw Gu Zimo's red eyes and the ointment that had been wiped off, he wished he could suffer the pain for him, "I will never eat roast chicken again, and I will never eat it again." I won't let you do anything...you...be patient, the pain will stop soon..."

Originally, Gu Zimo was fine, but when he heard Gao Changgong say this, he was aggrieved and burst into tears.

"Gao Changgong, you have a weak soul...you are really a weak soul..."

Should it be said that he was clever but was mistaken by cleverness?

Who said he was crying because of pain?

How could Gao Changgong think that he was crying in pain?

"Okay, I'm Hundan, scolding me can make your wound not hurt, you can scold me whatever you want..."

Gao Changgong gave way to him again and again with a rare good temper.

Gu Zimo's tears fell even more fiercely.

"Fool."

"Yes, I'm a fool..."

"You..." Gu Zimo couldn't laugh or cry, did this person do it on purpose?

Glancing at Gao Changgong, his eyes finally stayed on Gao Changgong.

"You, don't sleep with me at night." As soon as he smelled the smell of makeup, his heart pierced.

Gao Changgong understood Gu Zimo's words as it should be. He was afraid that he would press on his wound, "Okay, but don't move around, the wound will heal slowly."

There was nothing wrong with Gao Changgong's answer, but when it was heard in Gu Zimo's ears, Gu Zimo suddenly became angry.

"You...you know how smart you are! Did I say that I was afraid that you would crush my wound? Did I say that I was crying because the wound hurt? Have you ever seen that man cry in pain with such a small superficial injury... …you……"

Gu Zimo was trembling with anger, and Gao Changgong hurriedly comforted him, "Don't be angry... it will hurt your body."

"Get your dirty hands away... don't touch me!" Gu Zimo pushed his hand away.

Gao Changgong frowned, "I've washed my hands..." Where is it dirty?

"Can't you smell it yourself?"

"Uh..." Gao Changgong raised his sleeve and sniffed his nose. There was indeed a powdery smell, although it wasn't very strong, but he could still smell it.

His face suddenly turned ugly.