Chapter 114 Could It Be Serious?

Chapter 114 shouldn't be serious.

The The jiang family sent it, so this should be an invitation from Jiang Haoxuan and Gu Ling.

She reached out and opened it. Sure enough, she saw the names of Jiang Haoxuan and Gu Ling, as well as the figures of jiang haohuang and Gu Ling in the dark pattern on the invitation.

Gu Nuan stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment, perhaps not wanting to say anything.

In fact, she should have thought that when Jiang Haoxuan and Gu Ling got engaged, the jiang family would send an invitation to Wenren Zhen.

She had already seen the bright red invitation once this afternoon, but now that she saw it again, her heart still had the illusion of being stabbed straight into her heart with a sharp blade.

"My grandmother and Jiang Haoxuan's grandmother were classmates in primary school. In fact, they hadn't been together for decades. It was a while ago that my grandmother came to bincheng and met old lady jiang. Then my grandmother asked me to celebrate Madam jiang's birthday and started to walk around."

Wenren Zhen explained the relationship between Wenren Jia and the Wenren Jia, then added:

"If you don't want to go, I'll just find an excuse and ask mingxuan to deliver the gift for me."

"No, I don't want to go,"

Gu Nuan took a deep breath and looked at Wenren Zhen.

"Gu Ling also sent me an invitation this afternoon. She wanted me to bless her and Jiang Haoxuan, and I didn't want her hopes to fall through."

Wenren Zhen was taken aback by her words, then reacted, nodded his head, and echoed her with a low laugh.

"Well, since you want to go, I'll go with you!"

If you wish, everyone will say it, but look at what you wish.

...

In the evening, Jiang Haoxuan's mansion in Jiangnan first grade.

"Gu Ling, Jiang Haoxuan, I can give it to you, but I will never give it to you!"

Looking at the wind chime hanging by the window of the study, Jiang Haoxuan's mind echoed with Jiang Wei calling him to complain about gu nuan and telling him what Gu Nuan had said to Gu Ling!

Gu Nuan could give him Jiang Haoxuan to Gu Ling, but he didn't want to give a dog to Gu Ling. Does this mean that in Gu Nuan's mind, he was inferior to a dog, Jiang Haoxuan?

Thinking of this, Jiang Haoxuan was inexplicably irritated and angry. He pulled the string of wind chimes down with his hand. The wind chimes were ringing.

It was a beautiful wind chime, but at this moment, Jiang Haoxuan had the illusion of hearing the night clock in the woods!

Gu Nuan gave him this string of wind chimes when he was twenty years old. At that time, it seemed that girls used shiny pieces of paper to fold stars and paper cranes.

Gu Nuan, 17, bought a light purple sparkling glass paper. She was clumsy and could not fold small stars one by one, so she folded the little paper crane and made a string of wind chimes for his 20th birthday.

There were many thousand paper cranes on this string of wind chimes, one by one very small. When they were connected together, he did not count how many there were.

This string of wind chimes had been hanging in his study for nine years, and the day after tomorrow, he was going to marry Gu Ling, and from then on, Gu Ling was going to live here, if he saw this string of wind chimes -

He kicked the string of wind chimes to the side of the trash can, took out a cigarette irritably and lit it. After smoking half of it, he looked back and saw that the string of wind chimes was still lying quietly beside the trash can, as if they were crying.

He became more and more agitated. Gu Nuan was made of steel. He rarely saw her cry.

Gu Ling, on the other hand, was made of water. With a little emotional fluctuation, tears started to fall uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, threw half of his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. Then he walked to the basket, picked up the wind chimes, carefully dusted them off with his hands, walked to the window and hung them up.

Tinkle, tinkle, the two little copper bells under the thousand paper cranes fluttered in the evening wind, making a pleasant sound. He looked at the wind chime and smiled unknowingly.

Let the wind chime hang here as if it were the last memory Gu Nuan had left for him!

...

After going upstairs, Wenren Zhen asked Gu Nuan to take a shower first, and he went to the study to do something.

The day after tomorrow, she would accompany Gu Nuan to the wedding of Jiang Haoxuan and Gu Nuan in the morning, fly to Shanghai in the evening, and fly back to Beijing after seeing Gu Nuan's grandmother on may 1st.

Time was a little tight, originally planned to fly to Shanghai the morning after tomorrow and take her to the Bund to see the night scenery at night. Now it seems that the trip to the Bund to see the night scenery will be canceled.

He told Li Mingxuan to help change the flight to Shanghai and did something else. About half an hour later, he went to his bedroom.

When she opened the bedroom door, she saw Gu Nuan in a smoky nightgown standing in front of the mirror on the dresser, looking left and right in the mirror, a bald head twisting and turning.

"What's wrong? Do you find this new hairstyle particularly suitable for you?"

He walked over with a smile and stood beside her, looking at her pouting in the mirror, like a child dissatisfied with himself.

"What do I think... Why do I feel like a little nun walking out of a temple?"

Gu nuan said with a bitter face.

"Really?"

Wenren Zhen smiled and looked at her in the mirror.

"Nonsense, how can a little nun be as beautiful as you? Are you the teacher's wife?"

"Wenren Zhen!"

Gu Nuan shouted angrily and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Since I am the grand master, you, a common person, have the nerve to share a bed with the grand master?"

..."

Wenren Zhen immediately became speechless and thought about it.

"You're right. Why don't I go and shave my hair so that the monk and nun can sleep in the same bed?"

"Go, go, monks and nuns can't be together."

Gu Nuan was so angry that he grabbed a pillow from the bed and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Common people, don't sleep with me tonight."

Wenren Zhen held a pillow and looked at her pitifully.

"Madam, I'll just sleep a little. You can't sleep that wide on such a big bed alone, can you?"

"Not at all, madam. I want..."

Before Gu Nuan could finish her sentence, Wenren Zhen's head fell and her thin lips were quickly imprinted with her pink lips.

Gu Nuan instinctively took a step back and tried to avoid it, but Wenren Zhen didn't give her such a chance. Her back was on the dresser, and his big hand was clasping her head.

It was dark, and her lips, which were still familiar to her, were different from the previous few days. They were hot and warm, with incomparable warmth and affection.

Gu Nuan seemed to have lost the ability to think in an instant, leaning against the dresser, his hands raised, powerless clinging to him, his head raised and his breathing quickened, allowing him to charge straight into the city.

A long french kiss. Gu Nuan was almost out of oxygen, so Wenren Zhen let her go. He lowered his head and gazed deeply at the woman with red cheeks. He raised his finger and gently wiped the saliva off the corner of her lips.

"How about now?" He asked with a smile on his lips.

..."

She was speechless, and it took her a long time to say in frustration:

"Is kissing a nun exciting?"

"Tsk..."

Wenren Zhen laughed, reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugged her, looked down at the woman with flushed cheeks, and said softly:

"Exciting, very exciting, I think... A monk kissing a nun is definitely more exciting."

"What do you... Mean?" Gu nuan raised her head and asked doubtfully.

"I've decided to shave my head tomorrow, and then we'll both experience a more exciting couple's life."

He smiled at the decision he had just made.

"Wenren Zhen?!"

She exclaimed and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you... Serious?"

"Why not?"

He looked at her with a raised brow.

"It's just summer. It's hot too. Isn't it cooler to shave your head?"

..." Gu Nuan did not know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that she was in a daze, he smiled again and gently patted her cheek as if he were coaxing a child.

"You go to bed first. I'll be right back after I take a shower, hmm."

She nodded like a child, then pushed him with her hand, "Go."

He turned around with a smile and walked towards the cloakroom.

She propped her hand against the dresser to catch her breath, looked at her bald image in the mirror, and thought that if he really went to shave his head, he would really sleep with nun shang that night.

...

The next morning, gu nuan and Wenren Zhen drove to the center of the east city near the university city.

Ye Shulei was waiting for her at home because she said she was coming. Gu Nuangang rang the doorbell and Ye Shulei came to open the door.

Ye Shulei, 68 years old, had retired a few years ago, but because he was an expert, his lectures were exceptionally good, and he was hired by the university, he still teaches at the university.

Ye Shulei was an intellectual and his hair was a little grey, but because of his good maintenance, his whole face still looked very young, probably in his fifties.

With short gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses, even though he was not young, his face still had the aura of a senior intellectual, which made him look awe-inspiring.

"Why did you cut your hair?"

Ye Shulei looked at Gu Nuan and asked in shock. Gu Nuan's long hair had been around for nearly ten years.

"I suddenly found it troublesome to wash and comb long hair, but short hair was still convenient, so I cut short hair."

Gu Nuan explained, not wanting to worry grandma, not daring to tell her about her injury at the Meishan clinic.

"Oh, really?" Ye Shulei answered doubtfully.

"Grandma, I bought you a jingba."

Gu Nuan came in with the jingba he bought yesterday in his hand and called out in a low voice. Then he pulled Wenren Zhen's sleeve with his hand and motioned for him to call for someone.

"Hello, grandma. I'm Wenren Zhen."

Wenren Zhen politely called for someone, then respectfully handed over the painting scroll he had brought.

"This is Mr. Zhang daqian's painting. It has no history, but it's authentic. I hope grandma likes it."

"Hehe, it's good to be here. How can you be polite to my old lady?"

Ye Shulei took the painting from Wenren Zhen with both hands, then said to gu nuan:

"You can let that little thing out first."

"Oh," gu nuan answered. She quickly put down the iron cage in her hand and squatted down to open it.

"I'm afraid it'll run around."