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Chapter 1143: What kind of person do you think I am?

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    Gu Shuqing smiled lightly, and Luo Sen couldn't understand the smile, "What are you doing?"

    "I'll tell you something." Gu Shuqing said, "What you just said was wrong, I'm not" I'm not a gentleman.  "

    "Then you are a woman?" Rosen almost blurted out.

    Gu Shuqing originally had a smile on his face, but now it was completely dark, and he walked straight forward.

    Seeing him like this, Luo Sen was obviously angry, but Luo Sen couldn't understand why Gu Shuqing was angry?

    Women are fickle, and this man is also fickle?

    "Gu Shuqing, are you really a woman? Have you been hiding it all this time?"

    Thinking of this, Rosen immediately caught up with Dr. Gu, and put his hand on Dr. Gu's shoulder naturally, "If you are a woman, you should tell me as soon as possible."

    "By the wayhave we ever taken a shower together?"

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    "Have you seen all of me?"

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    "It's over, if you are a woman, you have to be responsible to me and see all of me."

    "¡­¡­roll!"

    Mu Anan stared at the time on the phone.

    After being stuck for a full 30 minutes, Mu An'an stood up from the chair and walked in the direction where Zong Zhengyu left just now.

    This apartment is the top floor of the low-density low-rise re-examination, with a duplex.

    Mu Anan went upstairs, and saw Zong Zhengyu sitting on the bench in front of the balcony.

    The ground is already full of cigarette butts.

    The wind above is strong, and the temperature is much lower than below, but Zong Zhengyu sat there smoking as if he didn't feel it.

    Mu Anan walked over, and sat obediently beside Zong Zhengyu.

    She put her hands on her thighs, and the cool wind made her hair a little messy, "30 minutes is up."

    Zong Zhengyu looked at her sideways, and naturally snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

    Qi Ye stood up, stood behind Mu Anan, and tied Mu Anan's hair with the injured rubber band.

    On one side the wind was blowing in chaos.

    The small rubber band that Mu Anan gave before has always been on Zongzheng Yu's wrist.

    Even during the period when the relationship between the two of them broke down the most, this was always on Zong Zhengyu's side.

    Except for tying Mu An'an's hair, nothing else was left behind.

    "An'an."

    Zong Zhengyu scraped Mu An'an's long hair with his slender fingers, and walked with his fingertips against Mu An'an's scalp.

    "I remembered." Zongzheng Yu said, "That night, Zongzheng's family, Gu Xi, and everything in country Z."

    Mu Anan listened carefully, "Would you like to tell me?"

    Zong Zhengyu's hand, which was originally combing Mu An'an's hair, paused for a few seconds because of what Mu Anan said.

    Although it only stopped for a few seconds, Zong Zhengyu soon continued to help Mu Anan with his hair as if nothing had happened, but Mu Anan still felt it.

    After Zong Zhengyu helped Mu Anan comb his hair, Mu Anan said, "I don't want to talk about it, but I can talk about it later."

    Zongzheng Yuren had already sat next to Mu Anan, watching him quietly.

    Regarding that memory, it's not that he doesn't want to talk about it, nor can he say it.

    It's just that what happened was too tragic, and the impact was very strong.

    Zong Zhengyu didn't know what to say, and was also a little worried. If he said it, what would the little girl in front of him think of her?

    Mu An'an, however, smiled at Zong Zhengyu when he was silent, "Qi Ye, tell me another day, I hurt my hands, so I can't hug you."

    "Then can I hug you for a while?" Zong Zhengyu stared at Mu An'an.

    Mu Anan nodded, "Three minutes?"

    "Five minutes, Ann."

    As soon as the words fell, Zong Zhengyu turned sideways, directly stopped Mu Anan's shoulder, and hugged him.

    He leaned against Mu An'an's face, closed his eyes, greedily and nostalgicly inhaled the familiar smell of Mu An'an's body, and felt the warm smell.

    "An'an." He called out.

    "Yes." Mu Anan responded.

    After that, there was a few minutes of silence.

    Throughout the balcony seats, there was only the slight sound of the cold wind passing by.

    The two of them didn't speak, they just hugged each other like this.

    To be precise, it was Zong Zhengyu who just kept hugging Mu An'an with his eyes closed.

    Say it's five minutes, it's already time.

    Mu Anan just let him hold her in such a quiet manner.

      It's amazing, Zong Zhengyu hugged him very tightly, but the wound on Mu An'an's shoulder was never pressed, so it was as if he couldn't feel the wound at all.

    After about twenty minutes or so, Zong Zhengyu slowly let go of Mu An'an and touched her face.

    "Did you touch the wound?"

    Mu Anan shook his head, and asked back, "Where's your wound?"

    Zong Zhengyu didn't answer, but just looked at Mu An'an quietly.

    Mu Anan stretched out his left hand and pointed his index finger on Zong Zhengyu's heart, "Is the wound better? Even just a little bit?"

    Zong Zhengyu held Mu An'an's hand, shook his head, "No."

    Mu Anan didn't speak.

    Because she knew that Zong Zhengyu's "no" was not the wound of her problem, but Zong Zhengyu's expression that he had no wound.

    "An'an." Zong Zhengyu said, "Who do you think I am?"

    He looked at her seriously.

    This question was not sudden, but Zong Zhengyu wanted to ask it ever since Mu Anan appeared.

    So when he asked at this time, he looked at Mu An'an with an extremely serious and persistent expression, waiting for an answer from Mu An'an.

    Mu An'an thought about it seriously, "A very gentle person."

    Zong Zhengyu did not respond.

    Mu Anan said, "Although many people say that you are cold and unkind, and many people are afraid of you. But very few people know that you are emotional, gentle and delicate."

    "Treat the old man, because the old man raised you, so even if you have opinions on Ning Xiuyuan, as long as the old man doesn't let go, you will definitely not move Ning Xiuyuan easily."

    While Mu Anan was talking, Zong Zhengyu had already sat back in his seat.

    His legs were spread casually, his back was leaning on the back of the chair, and he was staring ahead.

    Mu Anan continued, "You have always been patient with me, pampered and pampered, even if you were really angry with me, you wouldn't really treat me badly."

    "As long as you are around people, you are very conniving."

    When Mu An'an finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu stared at the front and suddenly laughed.

    And this smile is quite ironic.

    But it's not mocking Mu Anan's words, but mocking himself.

    "But, An An, you misread the person."

    Zong Zhengyu suddenly darkened his face.

    After saying this, he turned his head slowly and looked at Mu An'an, "You misread the person, An An."

    Mu Anan shook his head, "I don't know what you think of, what you have experienced before. But you are such a person in my eyes, and I am not wrong and I will not be wrong."

    Mu Anan is very firm and confident.

    It's as if she gives 100% trust in the person or thing she chooses every time.

    Zong Zhengyu stared at her, "Do you know how Gu Xi died?"

    He pointed to his temple, "Here, a shot went through. The person who shot was me!"

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