Chapter 2226: Drink it yourself, or should I feed you with my own hands?
Gu Jinglan felt the clear pain in his heart. He lowered his head, clasped Zhao Qiuxu's chin with one hand, and tightened his fingers slightly.
Xu Xu, dont pretend to be asleep, okay?
For a long ti, the eyelashes of the eyes that were closed tightly trembled slightly for a while, and then they opened their eyes.
She seed to be in pain, so her brows furrowed, and her blank eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.
She was silent, even when she looked at him, it was as if she was looking at soone through him.
Gu Jinglan's throat was a little rough, and the bitterness spread in the bottom of her heart. The hand holding her jaw suddenly released all its strength. He said in a low and hoarse voice: "Xuxu, get up and follow downstairs for dinner."
Zhao Qiuxu's eyes were dull, and Gu Jinglan increased his voice, "Xuxu! I know you heard , give a little response."
"I do not want to eat."
A hoarse voice, broken and broken, overflowed from those pale lips.
Gu Jinglan took her out of the quilt and said without any room for negotiation: "You have to eat if you don't want to. Even if you want to make trouble with , you have to fill your stomach first."
He forced her to put on clothes and then carried her downstairs.
In the restaurant, the servants breathed a sigh of relief.
The dining table is already filled with exquisite dishes that are both delicious and delicious, and the aroma of the food is wafting in the air.
Zhao Qiuxu looked gloomy, her face was pale, and her eyes were as dull as ever.
Gu Jinglan filled a bowl of soup for her with his own hands and placed it in front of her, "Drink so soup first."
Zhao Qiuxu remained motionless. Gu Jinglan frowned, "You want to feed you?"
I said...I dont want to eat it.
I do not want to eat?
Do you really not want to eat, or do you want to protest with him by going on a hunger strike?
Think that he will soften his heart and let her go?
Xuxu, you are no longer a little girl. I believe you dont even bother to play such a childish ga as hunger strike, right?
Zhao Qiuxu closed her eyes, unable to communicate, so she simply turned her eyes away.
Leaning on the back of the chair, even her breathing was so shallow that it was difficult to distinguish.
The man's face gradually darkened, and he held the spoon with such force that his joints began to turn white. He had endured enough, and his voice was tight and a hidden warning: "I'll give you thirty seconds to think about it. Should you drink it yourself, or should I feed you with my own hands?"
"It seems you want to feed you with my own hands." Gu Jinglan picked up the soup bowl, took a spoonful of it, put it to her lips, and gave a cold command: "Open your mouth."
Zhao Qiuxu closed her eyes and kept repeating: "I don't want to eat it."
Ill tell you to open your mouth!
"I do not want to eat."
Zhao Qiuxu, what on earth are you making?!
That disturbing voice beca more violent and louder than the last.
Zhao Qiuxu waved his hands irritably. Gu Jinglan's hand was hit hard, the spoon fell, and the soup bowl in his hand also fell from his hand.
"ah"
A cry of pain escaped from Zhao Qiuxu's lips.
A bowl of hot soup was poured all over the body.
She opened her eyes suddenly in pain and stood up subconsciously. Gu Jinglan did not expect that she would suddenly reach out her hand, let alone that all the soup would spill on her.
Hearing the sound, she was severely burned.
After he realized what he was doing, he imdiately stood up and yelled at the frightened servant beside him: "Why are you standing here just waiting to get the scalding dicine?"
"Yes, it's the young master!" the servant stumbled in reply, turned around and ran out.
Zhao Qiuxu glanced at him coldly, turned around and left.
Xuxu, where are you going?
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