Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Is It My Illusion?
“Oh, so that’s what happened…” Gu’s mother let out a sigh of relief, glad that there was nothing wrong, otherwise she might have had to call the police.
Yep, that’s right, it’s the very definition of disowning kin for justice!
“Otherwise, what did you think, godmother?” Luo Mengmeng, sitting in the back seat and listening to their enigmatic conversation, couldn’t help but prop her chin up, her clear eyes looking at them somewhat blankly.
Why is it that she recognized every word they said, but couldn’t understand when they were strung together?
Fearing that Gu’s mother would say something shocking, Gu Zhihan quickly cut off the topic.
“Oh…” The simple-minded Mengmeng didn’t think too much about it, her heart fixed on getting home quickly to see what the new house looked like after the renovation.
An hour later, Mengmeng and the others arrived home.
As soon as she got out of the car, Mengmeng stared at the completely transformed villa for a moment before taking off like a wild horse let loose, pushing open the European-style iron gate and running inside.
“Walk slowly, be careful not to trip and fall.” Gu Zhihan also got out of the car and, seeing her run so fast, couldn’t help but remind her.
At his words, recalling his “crow’s mouth,” Mengmeng didn’t dare to run any longer, she quickly slammed the brakes and stopped, turning back to glare at him, “Husband, can’t you stop saying such unlucky things? Do you know that you have a crow’s mouth!”
The first time he said to be careful of falling into the river, and she really did fall in.
The second time he said not to jump on the bed in case it collapses, and indeed, the bed collapsed!
Seriously, can’t be too much of a jinx, okay!
“It’s not that I have a crow’s mouth, it’s an outcome that could possibly happen based on life experience,” Gu Zhihan, with his hands in his pockets and striding over with long legs, came to a stop in front of her, his lips curling with a hint of mockery, “If you don’t want to fall again, don’t run so fast, walk slowly.”
“Then you might as well hold my hand!” Mengmeng grasped the opportunity to escalate the request, her clear eyes blinking up at him.
The Gu Zhihan, standing against the light, didn’t respond.
Just when Mengmeng thought Gu Zhihan would definitely refuse, to her surprise, he stretched his hand out to her, “Since you asked, alright, give me your hand.”
“You… You’re really going to hold my hand?” Seeing that he actually agreed, Mengmeng was taken aback, staring at him for a long time without any reaction.
How could she not be surprised.
To know Gu Zhihan is a man who rarely shows her a smiling face, yet now, he actually agreed to her unreasonable request. Mengmeng suddenly recalled the time under the Ferris wheel in the park when he had kissed her of his own accord…
“If you don’t want it, forget it.”
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Gu Zhihan’s expression grew indifferent, ready to retract his hand.
“Don’t! I want it! I want it!” Mengmeng, seeing he was about to withdraw his hand, hurriedly stuffed her small hand into his palm.
His palm was warm and dry, not a trace of sweat, and as soft as a fine silk. The moment she placed her hand there, he immediately tightened his fingers, enveloping her hand completely.
Gu Zhihan glanced down at her before leading her into the villa.
Following behind them, Gu’s mother couldn’t help but stroke her chin, revealing an expression akin to that of Holmes, and muttered to herself, “Is it just my imagination? Why do I feel like that brat Gu Zhihan has become less cold towards Mengmeng?”