Chapter 2165 Don’t Look Down on Anyone

Everyone can see that Ning Yuetong only helped Ning Qingrong because of the pressure from everyone.

She never meant it sincerely.

Only Ning Qingrong, this pretentious hypocrite, thought Ning Yuetong was perfect after being praised by Ning Yuetong...

The two of them are just like the pot and the lid.

No one should dislike each other.

It's best for the two of them to be a pair.

...

Gu Weimian had no idea what happened in the winery on the outskirts of Yanjing.

She seemed to have fallen into a drowsy sleep. She wanted to open her eyes, but she had no strength, and her neck was aching.

She slightly retracted her fingers and tried to wake herself up.

In a few seconds, Gu Weimian sat up suddenly from the bed.

Looking at the strange room in front of her with a Chinese retro style, her back quickly broke out in cold sweat.

Gu Weimian wanted to get off the bed.

The soft mattress became a huge spider's nest, trapping her in the middle of the big bed.

She used her hands and feet and accidentally fell off the bed.

There was a muffled "bang".

Gu Weimian felt a sharp pain in her back, took a deep breath, and almost staggered to get up from the ground.

She walked to the dressing table in the room.

With a "creak".

The door of the room was pushed open with a very slight sound.

Gu Weimian looked at the innocent face of Huo Weizhen in the mirror, her eyelids trembling.

She didn't look back.

She was back again.

She thought that only living in Huo's house would have such a dream...

But now it seems that it is not...

What exactly caused such a dream?

What made her even more frightened was what Huo Yan said before she fainted when she was Huo Weizhen.

'No one knew about the explosion in the clinic, and no one knew that at that time... Ao Qijun was there too. '

Gu Weimian clenched her hands.

She seemed... to have been exposed.

Her body was stiff.

Behind her, a deep male voice sounded,

"Miss Gu..."

Gu Weimian's body stiffened.

Gu Weimian...not Miss Huo...

Her mind was blank, and she subconsciously thought about the strategy to deal with it.

A crisp girl's voice also sounded behind her, saying tenderly,

"Butler Lin, aren't you going with us?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

She turned her head quickly.

At the door of the bedroom, Lin Zhiyun's father, old Butler Lin, stood on one side with a smile on his face and slightly bent over.

Beside him, stood a pretty young girl.

Gu Weimian felt familiar, and took a closer look...

It was the first time she came to Nanshan, and was imprisoned in that small room with a group of girls, including the girl in the red dress who behaved very differently.

Today, she was no longer wearing that red dress, but a very retro black Hanfu.

Different generations of red became the supreme color of the Chinese nation. In the Han Dynasty, China still regarded black as the supreme color. In many formal occasions, people had to wear black Hanfu.

This set of pure black Hanfu embroidered with cloud patterns was a little too majestic, making the girl look a little too petite and too weak.

She seemed to feel Gu Weimian's gaze, straightened her back slightly, and looked at Gu Weimian with disdain.

"Miss Huo is here too?"

Her eyes swept across the low-key yet luxurious decoration of the room, and the dressing table in front of Gu Weimian.