Gu Yanhao put both hands on the steering wheel, controlling the whole car with ease.
Handsome people are handsome in everything, even driving.
only…
Song Wuyou frowned, she obviously kept the memory of the original owner, why is she so unfamiliar with driving
When she came out of the hospital, she always took a taxi and sat in the back seat.
Sitting in the passenger seat now, watching Gu Yanhao drive up close, she actually finds it very novel.
"Want to drive?" Seeing that she had been staring at him, the steering wheel and the pedals, Gu Yanhao asked in a deep voice.
"I don't want to!" Song Wuyou withdrew his gaze and looked elsewhere.
"When did you learn to play the harp?" He glanced at her.
"Very early."
"When is it?"
"Five years ago." Song Wuyou lied casually.
"How old were you five years ago?"
"How old am I now?"
"twenty one."
"Hehe..." Song Wuyou's eyes flashed a look of complexity, "I thought you didn't know how old I am."
"After you got to know me, didn't you pester me all day? Why do you have time to learn konghou?" Gu Yanhao glanced at her.
"Are you pestering me all day long? Have you noticed what I do usually?" Song Wuyou laughed at himself.
"..." Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Song Wuyou didn't break the silence, turned his head and looked out the window.
"You played "The Last Banana Leaf" today?"
"En." Song Wuyou nodded.
"Such a beautiful note should be a famous song. Why haven't I heard the name of this song before." Gu Yanhao narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully.
"I made it myself." Song Wuyou said.
When Gu Yanhao heard it, she tilted her head and looked at her deeply, "Can you compose music?"
Song Wuyou turned his head, looked at him and smiled, "I know a lot."
Gu Yanhao hooked his lips, smiling a little unfathomably.
Song Wuyou didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't want to know what he was thinking either.
Not only in his heart, but also in front of everyone, she wanted to slowly cleanse herself.
"It seems that I'm going to get to know you again." Gu Haoyan said lightly, looking forward with deep phoenix eyes.
"Anything you want. But I don't want to get to know you again." There is no need to get to know you again, he is still the same him, and she is no longer the same her.
Gu Yanhao sneered, stretched out his hand, and turned on the air conditioner.
After a while, Song Wuyou, who was wearing a skirt, felt very cold.
She rubbed her arms, "It's so cold."
Gu Yanhao glanced at her, "Is it cold?"
But he felt so hot.
"Hmm." Song Wuyou frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable from the cold.
Gu Yanhao glanced at her, seeing that she was wearing a short-sleeved skirt, thinking that she hadn't fully recovered, her eyes flickered, and finally took off her coat and put it on for her.
Seeing him controlling the steering wheel with one hand and taking off his coat with the other, Song Wuyou was startled, "What are you doing?"
After a while, he handed over the coat, and a smell that belonged to him was close at hand, lingering at the end of his nose.
"Put it on." He felt hot and didn't want to turn off the air conditioner.
"I don't wear it." Song Wuyou turned his body to the side, not taking his coat.
He didn't care about her before when she was sick, but now that she is cold, he is such a gentleman to undress for her
Does he care about her
However, she is not rare anymore—
"Put it on!" Gu Yanhao threw the coat on her lap with a domineering tone.
He frowned, damn it, he took off his coat, why is it getting hotter and hotter