Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 16 Gu Zhuoyan is extremely speechless!

    Gu Zhuoyan didn't know how to ride home, but he knew that he would lose sleep again tonight.

    There was a knock on the door, and Sister Hu cooked ginger soup and brought it. While Gu Zhuoyan was drinking the soup, she took away the wet clothes and prepared another clean school uniform.

    Gu Zhuoyan glanced at the red school uniform and didn't really want to wear it. Sister Hu saw through him and said with a smile: "Red is very spirited. Zhuang's children often wear them. I think they look good."

    Gu Zhuoyan thought of Zhuang's children, drinking soup from a bowl, covering the little fluctuations in his eyes with the edge of the bowl. . This soup has a strong ginger flavor and is hot, rolling all the way to the stomach.

    Sister Hu instructed: "Blow-dry your hair, otherwise you will catch a cold."

    "Understood." Gu Zhuoyan agreed perfunctorily, but did not move when Sister Hu left. It was still raining outside, and he looked out at the wet patio through the glass, feeling like he was still cycling down the road.

    Zhuang Fan's heart burrowed into his clothes...

    Gu Zhuoyan clearly remembered the feeling of touch, whether it was the cheek against his back or the palm around his stomach. When they parted in the alley, Zhuang Fanxin left his body, maybe because of the cold wind that poured in at that moment, he felt empty.

    Gu Zhuoyan doesn't blow his hair, doesn't do his homework, and spreads hysteria against the head of the bed. This weather is a godsend, and he should take good care of each other. However, when he picked up the phone and put it down, he was indecisive.

    The sudden ringtone called him back to his senses, and the contact showed "Zhuang Fanxin", as if he was grabbing a bag.

    The impression is that after exchanging numbers, they often texted or commented on photos, but only had one call. Gu Zhuoyan put down his stunned state of being alone, hid his pounding heart, and pretended to talk about it first.

    "Hello?" He pressed the answer and said lazily, "Is there something wrong?"

    Zhuang Fan said, "It's nothing, it's just that you're wet, be careful of catching a cold." After a moment's pause, he added in one breath, "Wash up. Take a hot bath, cook some ginger soup to drink, wear a jacket while doing homework, and rest early in the evening.”

    Gu Zhuoyan heard the sound of paper rubbing. Could it be that these instructions were listed in advance? He cheated uncertainly: "Don't look at the cheat sheet." The

    phone was stunned, and Zhuang Fan was embarrassed: "How do you know..."

    These were all instructed by Zhao Jianqiu. He took notes and then called to repeat them. To Gu Zhuoyan. I thought I was very smart, but I didn't expect to be discovered directly.

    Gu Zhuoyan's heart is warm, I don't know if it is the effect of the bowl of ginger soup, or because of Zhuang Fan's thoughts. "What about you?" He asked in turn, "Did you take a hot bath?"

    Zhuang Fanxin said, "Yes, I just finished dinner."

    Gu Zhuoyan asked again, "Did you drink ginger soup?"

    That's not true, Zhuang Fanxin didn't like Jiang Wei'er, so he soaked a glass of hot milk and took it to the study to do his homework. While talking to Gu Zhuoyan, he turned on the computer, logged into the class mailbox, and saw that the number of downloads of listening materials was still in the single digits.