Chapter 13 Blowing Guest Worry 2

"How's it going? Does it still hurt?" Gao Yu took Su Mu back to Beiyuan, took out his own snow ointment, and gently wiped the whip marks on Su Mu's face.

"It's really fierce and painful!" Su Mu glanced at Gao Yu. Originally, he just wanted to give him a white eye to dispel his resentment. Unexpectedly, this glance inadvertently swept Gao Yu's cheeks. The same whip mark was very obvious and mottled on his pale cheek.

"Well, that... you'd better take care of yourself!" Pointing to Gao Yu's face, Su Mu tried his voice to show indifference as much as possible. "I didn't expect that a stupid person like you would run to meet the woman's whip by himself. If she had a knife in her hand, look at you..."

"If it's a knife, I can't retreat!" Gao Yun suddenly interrupted Su Mu's words, and at the same time cleaned up the scars on her face, got up, and put the white porcelain jade bottle with healing medicine on the table beside her. His face can't tolerate the rigor of others, "If you make any mistakes, Gao Yong will never forgive himself!"

A heavy sentence made Su Mu a little uncomfortable. Looking at Gao Yun's injured face, he suddenly felt that the sick man did not seem to be as weak as his appearance.

In an hour, there was an abnormal silence in the room, and the candlelight swayed, pulling the figures of the two people long, and the reflection was relatively paired on the paper-cut window.

"I..."

"I..."

Open your mouth at the same time and stop talking at the same time.

Su Mu only felt embarrassed, "You say it first!"

Gao Yong did not avoid it, but leaned to the window and opened it through, allowing the night wind to blow in. Have you seen Han Xiao? I didn't look back, but felt the emotions. Su Mu was rarely silent, but nodded to Gao Yu's figure.

Gao Yu smiled with satisfaction, "Beijing coincides with the curfew. It's so annoying in the middle of the night. If it weren't for Han Xiao, you don't have to run around like this. You haven't been implicated yet."

Su Mu suddenly remembered something with Gao Yu's topic change. "When the incident happened before, I was too scared, and then I haven't talked to you well. In fact, Han Xiao..."

"I know!" Gao Yu interrupted Su Mu again, turned around and looked directly at Su Mu. He couldn't hide the brightness in his eyes. "I know what you want to say, Muer, I don't want you to have anything to do, understand?"

"I don't understand!" Su Mu turned his head away and said, "I was with him at that time, and there was another person in the room!" After a pause, Su Mu suddenly turned her head and seemed to be frightened, " By the way, that woman, there is also a singer in the room, and she must be able to testify!"

"Is that Gong Jin girl?" Gao Yun asked in a stunned way. Looking at Su Mu's happy appearance, Gao Yun couldn't help but be silent. After a long time, she spit out a sentence, "If it's not unexpected, she should be unknown now!"

"What?" Su Mu was suddenly stunned and didn't know how to respond to Gao Yun's words for a moment, "Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"If someone really wants to deal with Hanfu, then this news will definitely come from Jing Zhaoyin's side until tonight." Gao Yu's words are almost incondensible and unquestionable!

"Why..." Su Mu was dumb, just looking at Gao Ying, and his eyes seemed to have a layer of doubt, "Why do you know these things like the palm of your hand?"

Gao Yu was slightly stunned. At this moment of astonishment, the slight vicissitudes in his eyes actually felt broken, showing an injured posture. Just in a flash, he returned to his usual indifference. Bo Yi's lips gently opened and closed and said, "Because I know the feeling of hiding a knife and an axe in the court of the court!"

The people behind him have never said anything, but looked at Gao Yu's changeable appearance in an instant, as if there were many secrets hidden in this man's body. Unexpectedly, Su Mu, who had always been optimistic, also followed his words, which caused a lot of sadness.

Gao Yu looked out of the window and smiled, "The sky is far away, a good man, who doesn't want to climb high?"

The cold wind came, and he felt cold when he entered his neck. Su Mu couldn't help tightening his clothes. However, Gao Yu, who was like porcelain, choked into his lungs and coughed as soon as he was blown by the cold wind.

Indifferently, the disease covered up the heroic words just now, but the thin figure is not inferior to others. Holding his chest, Gao Yu smiled and said, "Muer, do you like this feeling?"

Su Mu looked at Gao Yu's slowly turned body and met his eyes without any joke. In Su Mu's eyes, it seemed that there had been such encounters in the Shu Road. The same sick gentleman, but not the same ambition.