Chapter 1714 This Is Not Something I Can Control

I recognized it at a glance. It was a series of photos that Gu Weimian took at Yanhuang TV Station that day.

She was wearing Hanfu, and the whole person became a handsome young man in the picture.

Gu Weimian's wrist that was caught loosened, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

I felt that she was very smart.

He clapped his hands and was about to leave.

But he heard Huo Yan's low voice,

"Are these clothes still there?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment,

"What?"

He didn't understand what Huo Yan meant.

The man raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, and his fingers ran across Gu Weimian's cheek in the photo, and her waist tightly bound by the belt,

"Nothing."

Gu Weimian always felt that Huo Yan's eyes were full of deep meaning, which made her body's defense mechanism that had just been removed suddenly start to work quickly again.

But just after it was turned on, the man lowered his eyes again.

She really wondered if she was too nervous.

Gu Weimian frowned, "I'll go back first."

She frowned and turned to walk out.

"Boom!..."

Silver-white lightning cut through the dark night sky, followed by several snow-white lightning.

The dark night suddenly became fragmented.

The rain poured down.

Gu Weimian subconsciously looked at Huo Yan.

The man felt her gaze and looked back faintly,

"This is not something I can control."

Gu Weimian: "..."

Of course she knew that this was not something Huo Yan could control!

But what was the strange joy and happiness in the man's tone?

Look at Huo Yan's face carefully again.

The face with deep features was still cold and abstinent.

There was no so-called happiness as she imagined.

Strange...

Gu Weimian frowned.

Was it just her illusion?

"It should stop soon." Gu Weimian said seriously.

Such a heavy rain basically won't last too long.

If Gu Weimian had a smartphone in her hand now, the weather APP on the phone would tell her...the rain will last for a long, long time.

...

Yanjing Hotel.

A tall man stood in front of the French window of the presidential suite on the 26th floor.

The white lightning reflected on the man's face, casting shadows on his three-dimensional facial features.

The pupils of those peach blossom eyes were dark, and the color inside was almost invisible.

The man's mobile phone made a vague sound, which was swallowed by the sound of rain outside the window and was almost inaudible:

"Sorry... the number you dialed... is powered off..."

The man pressed the hang-up button and dialed again.

But it was the same reply.

Picking up the phone, the man dialed another number.

The call was made, and the two words "Huo Yan" were clearly displayed on the phone screen.

After a "beep--" sound, the other end of the phone rang with the same reply as before:

"Sorry... the number you dialed..."

Ning Quruo suddenly hung up the phone.

He looked at the water color outside the window that was almost connected, his eyes were indifferent to the extreme, without even a trace of fluctuation.

As if poured with cement.

Only the occasional lightning outside the window flashed through the man's eyes, like a white blade.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment while looking at the phone.

Call his assistant.

After many twists and turns, Ning Quruo got the phone number of Huo Yan's personal secretary: Lin Zhiyun.

"Beep-beep-beep-" After a few beeps on the other end of the phone, Lin Zhiyun finally answered the phone.

"Where?" Ning Quruo got straight to the point.

These two words sounded calm at first.

The hair on Lin Zhiyun's back stood up, and he kept a smile on his face,

"Miss Gu has fallen asleep."