Good night, Mr.President

After a while, Wang Xinyi felt a little dizzy, a strong sense of sleepiness came, and her eyes fell down. She tried to open her heavy eyelids, but it didn't work at all. Her body fell forward soft.

Gu Yunting caught her by accident, held her back and went out of the mourning hall.

Wang Xinyi only felt a warm place like spring, with a soothing fragrance, and gradually fell into a dream

The next day, Wang Xinyi woke up and felt vaguely that he was sleeping in a comfortable big bed. He suddenly got up. Didn't he watch the night? Why did you stay in bed

She angrily ran to the mourning hall to find Gu Yunting. He must have made it, that glass of milk!

In the mourning hall, Gu Yunting sat next to the brazier burning paper money. The paper money was not burning, but there were still stars in the brazier.

Gu Yunting looked up at her. His dark eyes were as deep as ever. There were no dark circles around his eyelids. He was still so beautiful.

Although she can't see fatigue, she knows how a normal person can stand staying up two nights in a row.

I came to accuse him of drugging himself, but anyway, he also helped himself watch the night, and it was also a drug for her to sleep, which did no harm to her body.

So think, to the mouth, the tone is much softer, "did you give me medicine?"

Gu Yunting was surprised by her bland tone like "have you eaten yet", and gently replied, "HMM."

It seemed a little natural. Wang Xinyi was not happy. "It's right for you to give me medicine!"

"I didn't say that."

"You mean that."

"That's what you imagined, not what I meant."

Gu Yunting stood up. He was 1.85 meters tall, tall and straight. Looking at her slightly disordered hair, he said slowly, "although you can't wash your hair and take a bath during the funeral, there's no unreasonable... You can't even wash your hair!"

Wang Xinyi subconsciously touched his face and hair. He was anxious to settle accounts with Gu Yunting. He forgot to wash. She glanced at Yunting in embarrassment, then turned and trotted away.

Gu Yunting saw her running away, and an imperceptible smile floated around his mouth.

……

At noon, Wang Xinyi had dinner with the people who came to mourn. She saw Gu Yunting sitting next to her. She thought of the morning. She was a little embarrassed and lowered her head and picked up the rice.

Gu Yunting looks at her from time to time. How can this little girl be so shy.

He waved his chopsticks and caught a piece of streaky pork. Afraid that she wouldn't eat fat, he put a piece of lean meat in her bowl and held it for her repeatedly.

Wang Xinyi stared at his sharp bowl and turned his head to Gu Yunting.

At this time, Gu Yunting also looked at her. They looked at each other, ignorant and ambiguous.

Wang Xinyi's cheeks were a little flushed. He buried his head and pretended to eat a few mouthfuls of food, so he put down his chopsticks.

"I'm full. Take your time."

Then he ran away again.

Among the mourning crowd, a middle-aged woman saw the figure of Wang Xinyi leaving and quietly followed up.

Wang Xinyi came to a grassland and sat on a nearby rockery stone. Recently, she looked at Gu Yunting. She always felt that her heart beat faster, as others said. She would react to people she liked. Did she like Gu Yunting?

She shook her head and refused. She couldn't love people like Gu Yunting and had no sense of security at all. She couldn't let herself have that feeling for him.

"Xin Yi..."

Wang Xinyi was surprised by the sudden sound in the back. She turned around. It was aunt Shen next door.