Chapter 1222 Confidence

Gu Weimian pursed her lips and smiled, "Isn't this play "Demon Prince"... er, "Fall in Love with Me", I think... you are not a demon prince, you are a dragon.

Ning Quruo's face immediately showed some unhappiness, "Why am I not a prince?"

Is there any prince more handsome than him in this world?

Gu Weimian laughed.

Her eyes were soft, "No matter how you look at it, the dragon who has been waiting for the princess and never left is much cuter than the prince who has been adventuring outside but can't find the princess, right?"

Ning Quruo thought about it, it seems to be true...

Apart from anything else, he actually let his princess be taken away by the dragon, this prince is too useless.

"I can be a prince who always waits for the princess."

Seems to have a grudge against the role of the prince...

Gu Weimian inexplicably felt that Ning Quruo was quite cute.ơɱ

She smiled, "Why don't you like the dragon? "

Ning Quruo pursed her lips, was silent for a few seconds, and whispered, "No matter how powerful the dragon is, the princess will eventually leave with the prince."

Gu Weimian looked at Ning Quruo's serious and somewhat lost expression, and her heart suddenly tightened.

She raised her hand and hesitated for a moment.

Slowly put it on Ning Quruo's head.

Then rubbed it hard.

"Hey!" Ning Quruo raised her eyes and glared at Gu Weimian.

Gu Weimian's face was also very helpless.

Just at that moment, I really wanted to hug this poor "dragon", what should I do?!

I really feel distressed!

She took a breath and explained patiently, "In reality, is there any prince who is more handsome, richer, and more powerful than you, the dragon?"

Ning Quruo frowned and thought seriously,

"It seems not."

Those peers are so stupid.

Gu Weimian pursed his lips and smiled, "Then what are you worried about?"

Ning Quruo nodded, "That's right. ”

Zou is so confident!

Gu Weimian smiled and waved to the man: "Let's go."

Ning Quruo pursed her lips aggrievedly, and said in a muffled voice, "Hmm..."

Gu Weimian smiled and turned around.

Not far away, the fiery red Ferrari was almost dripping blood in the sunset.

She approached the car and raised her eyebrows at the man standing in front of the car, "I didn't expect that Mr. Duan is old but not old at heart."

Old man Duan Qianchuan: "..."

My knee hurts so much.

To be honest, he is just thirty this year, which is the golden age for men. He is really not old!

He sighed and said in a light voice, "It's from a friend. This color is good. Let's try for a good start."

Good luck?

Gu Weimian thinks this statement...

"Very good, it suits your taste for middle-aged and elderly people."

Duan Qianchuan is also very helpless.

He opened the car door, "Please. "

Gu Weimian glanced at the man's dark face, shrugged, and got in the car.

Are the hearts of middle-aged and elderly men more fragile?

The car door closed.

Gu Weimian looked out through the car window. Ning Quruo was still standing there, staring at her motionlessly.

Such a pitiful look...

Gu Weimian sighed.

She lowered the car window and whispered to the man, "The results will be out tomorrow, right? I'll go to the hospital with you."

Ning Quruo's eyes suddenly lit up, like black glass, shining in the sun.

"Yeah." He nodded.

Gu Weimian smiled slightly and moved the car window up again.

Turning her head, she saw Duan Qianchuan on the phone.

She raised her eyebrows, "What happened?"

The man put down the phone calmly, "Book a table at the restaurant."