Raise a wolf cub to be a minister

Chapter 152 Chapter 152, I'm Not You
On the left side of the futon are two chairs and a small table for Song Guohui to take a nap on weekdays.

The right side of the futon is facing a door, which is half open, and from there is a bedroom with simple furnishings, a wooden couch, a locker, a desk and a bookshelf, and the room A dining table with teacups and cups in the center.

On weekdays, sometimes Song Guohui chanted sutras and chanted Buddha in this place until midnight, so in order not to disturb Zhao Qianhe, he would rest here.

Gu Xiuran knelt on the futon, while Song Guohui sat on a chair beside him.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little strangely silent.

It is common for Gu Xiuran not to speak, but Song Guohui...

This is not the first time for Gu Xiuran to kneel in the Buddhist hall. He has been here for a short time, only a little over four months, but he has knelt down in this Buddhist hall for countless times. Ten fingers can't count it. They were all preached and reprimanded by Song Guohui, but this time...

The silence put Gu Xiuran in a state of tense alertness. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Song Guohui looked at Gu Xiuran's tense and guarded appearance with great interest, like teasing a kitten, until he was almost enjoying it, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"Don't be so tense, I won't do anything to you." The tone was flat, not at all like the usual lecturing tone, just like ordinary chatting.

But Gu Xiuran believed that there was no ordinary chat with Song Guohui. The reason why he came back and accepted the punishment obediently was to disperse Zhao Congxuan's grievances and make her feel more at ease, so she wouldn't keep targeting Nan Jin.

He knew that Zhao Congxuan was happy when he was having a hard time, and when Zhao Congxuan was happy, she would not embarrass Nan Jin too much.

There was very little he could do now, but even if it was just a little bit, he wanted to do it for her.

It was expected that Gu Xiuran would ignore him, but it didn't affect Song Guohui's continuing to speak at all.

"I see that Nan Jin treats you well and protects you everywhere. Could it be that she has taken a fancy to your face and wants to take you into bed?"

"You are not allowed to insult her like that."

As soon as Song Guohui finished speaking, Gu Xiuran turned his head and looked at him viciously, his eyes seemed to eat him up, and the words he spoke were full of hostility.

Seeing Gu Xiuran's appearance of wanting to drink his blood to rot his bones, Song Guohui smiled, and this smile was shown on this beautiful face, which was really more beautiful than that of a hundred flowers blooming.

Not only beautiful, but also a little lazy, "Shouldn't you say that you are not allowed to insult you like this?"

Saying that, Song Guohui raised his hand to his cheek, propped his elbow on the side of the table, and looked at Gu Xiuran with his head slightly tilted, his whole person's aura instantly became more lazy and even a little sinister. They look like two people from their usual appearance.

Song Guohui's words made Gu Xiuran's pupils shrink slightly, and his whole body tensed instantly, and Song Guohui's appearance at the moment, Gu Xiuran couldn't help but think of Song Guohui using this appearance to please Zhao Qianhe. Just thinking about it, he became mad with anger, feeling I was completely burned by a ball of flames.

Looking at Gu Xiuran's fiery eyes, Song Guohui's smile became even brighter, "Is it because you are angry that I broke your mind? Or is it because you are on the same path as me?"

"I'm not you." Gu Xiuran retorted almost roaring.

Gu Xiuran had never noticed that he was a cat with fried fur in front of Song Guohui. Song Guohui could tease him casually, and he could make him jump. In other words, Song Guohui always knew where Gu Xiuran's sore feet were.

(End of this chapter)