Han Jianing went all the way back to the room and stepped hard on the stairs, as if every step of the stairs was Gu Xiayang, stepping hard on his face.

Therefore, she did not notice the sporadic footsteps behind her.

When she returned to the room and was about to close the door, the wooden door was blocked.

"What are you doing!" Han Jianing was shocked.

"I'm here to borrow the hairdryer." Gu Xiayang paused, "I called you earlier, but you didn't hear me."

Han Jianing's face turned pale for a moment, and she knew her heart was about to jump out of her chest just now!

"What kind of hair dryer do you use with such short hair?" Han Jianing was frightened and refused to borrow it.

Gu Xiayang raised his eyebrows and pointed at his wet hair, "You will catch a cold if you don't dry it when you sleep."

In fact, Gu Xiayang was used to not blow-drying his hair. It was summer again, and by the time he went to bed, his hair would have dried naturally.

But since Han Jianing came to find him, he should come and trouble her.

However, he also knew that the person in front of him was a small-minded person who was particularly vindictive, but also extremely soft-hearted, so he said softly and pitifully: "I am already homeless. It would be too miserable to linger on the sick bed anymore.

I don’t mean to ask for your sympathy, I just don’t want to drag you down by losing the bet because of my physical condition.”

Han Jianing was filled with shock and anger, and was very unhappy. She didn't want to look good on Gu Xiayang, so she just wanted to curse again and slam the door.

But Gu Xiayang's words succeeded in making her hesitate. Only then did she realize that Gu Xiayang's face was a little pale under the light, with a sense of weakness. She felt a shiver in her heart. She couldn't really be sick.

!

This is not possible!

"Wait a minute and I'll get you a hair dryer." She turned around and went back to the bathroom.

When she came out with the Dyson hair dryer, she saw that Gu Xiayang had entered the room and was standing in front of her photo wall.

She walked over quickly and said solemnly: "Who asked you to come in?" She threw the hair dryer into his arms and pushed him.

"Get out quickly."

Gu Xiayang avoided it sideways and instead plugged the hair dryer into the socket under the photo wall. While drying his hair, he said casually, "It's been so many years and you haven't changed these photos yet."

Han Jianing was stunned for a moment and looked at the photos. When he saw them clearly, he felt like he was struck by lightning!

"I have rarely come back to live in these years. These are all my masterpieces from high school. The outdated things should really be replaced." Han Jianing said while reaching out to take down one of the photos.

Her wrist was squeezed tightly. Han Jianing looked down at the well-jointed hand holding her wrist and was stunned for a while. She stared blankly at Gu Xiayang's face, her eyes full of astonishment.

"It's been there for so many years, why bother taking it down again."

"It's just because it has been there for so many years that it should be replaced." Han Jianing bit her lip gently.

Gu Xiayang turned off the hair dryer and shook his head. He pulled Han Jianing's hand down and said, "I think it's good. There is no need to change it. I will hang other photos in the future, such as the one you took away from the teahouse last time."

.”

Han Jianing's heart skipped a beat, "What photo? I don't remember it."

Gu Xiayang kept looking down at her and suddenly smiled, "Is there any secret in that photo that I can't know?"

"No!" Han Jianing replied quickly, but it became more and more obvious that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place.

It’s over!

She thought Gu Xiayang would ask, but she didn't expect that he didn't ask.

"Good night, go to bed early."

Han Jianing was dumbfounded. She was still standing at the door until Gu Xiayang came down the stairs.
Chapter completed!