Chapter 1189 Dark

Huo Jian raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Weimian.

Lin Zhiyun was crying and laughing, and had already hugged her, with tears and snot.

Gu Weimian didn't dislike it, and touched Lin Zhiyun's head.

Huo Jian pursed his lips.

Many times, he was also curious.

Why did Gu Weimian like Huo Yan?

Before meeting Gu Weimian, he thought she was just a country girl like those people in the group.

She didn't look good.

After meeting her, he realized that she was a gorgeous gem and a shining sun.

Why did she like Huo Yan?

That man who was dark from the bottom of his heart.

Oh, right... Gu Weimian didn't know what kind of person Huo Yan was.

After all, Huo Yan was always wearing a good person's skin, as if he was so pitiful.

Huo Jian's heart inevitably grew some darkness.

If Gu Weimian knew...

His pupils shrank slightly, as if he was shocked by his own thoughts. He turned around, picked up the information and walked away quickly.

Gu Weimian didn't know what Huo Jian'an was thinking.

It was really late. She packed her things and went home quickly.

Lying on the bed, she had difficulty falling asleep. What flashed before her eyes... was the scene of Huo Yan and Ning Yuetong standing side by side with their backs to her.

Actually, it was nothing.

She might know more about what was going on between her, Huo Yan and Ning Yuetong than Huo Yan.

She trusted Huo Yan 100%.

But she felt irritable in her heart and couldn't sleep.

Watching the time pass by.

It would soon be time for a headache.

Gu Weimian opened her eyes helplessly.

She flipped through the drawer of the bedside table casually. When she reached in, she remembered.

In this life, she had not yet developed the habit of putting a drawer full of sleeping pills on the bedside table.

Those dark, unknown memories seemed to be creeping up to her ankles little by little along with time.

Gu Weimian closed her eyes, lifted the quilt, went downstairs in her nightgown, and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

[Ding——]

There was a new message on the phone.

Gu Weimian's heart skipped a beat, and she picked up the phone immediately. When her finger pressed the green screen-opening button, she noticed the string of numbers on the screen.

Those numbers seemed to open their bloody mouths to her.

Ao Qijun!

The message has been opened.

Gu Weimian frowned in disgust.

The content of the text message flashed by, but she still understood it clearly.

[It's still cold, don't go barefoot, you will get sick. ]

She lowered her head and looked at the feet exposed under her nightgown, and a chill ran down her back.

She raised her eyes and quickly looked around, but did not find any suspicious figures.

Gu Weimian frowned and glanced at the message again.

Was she overthinking?

She casually turned off the screen and went upstairs.

This message, like the dozens of unopened messages, returned to the darkness.

…

The next morning.

Gu Weimian changed her clothes as soon as she arrived at the crew, put on her old and worn cotton jacket and walked to the stool, with a gloomy face.

Another sleepless night.

She now began to be unable to tell whether her headache was originally there or caused by insomnia.

Her brain was still struggling to filter the information about Duan Qianchuan.

For so many days, she got very little from the man.

She took out a piece of paper from her bag, wrote the word "Duan" on the paper, then wrote the word "headache", and then the words "Gu Qifang", "Grandpa" and so on.

There are five more in the evening~