Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Gu Nanfeng looked at the child in Chu Zhizhi's arms and said with a smile, "It's not ugly at all."

Chu Zhizhi also smiled, then glanced at her mother-in-law over there, gritted her teeth and said to Wen Qichi, "Bao, later you must kill my mother-in-law's arrogant attitude. I hate her the most." Nagging me."

Chu Zhizhi has no morals. It's not her fault that her original family is not good. Marrying her current husband is a high-level job. This is true. Chu Zhizhi has nothing to say in the face of her mother-in-law's nagging.

What Chu Zhizhi couldn't bear the most was that her mother-in-law loved the son she gave birth to while hating her at the same time. This patriarchal face was extremely abominable.

"Yes." Gu Nanfeng nodded, tilted his head and looked at Fu Xiangheng with a smile.

Fu Xiangheng kissed her forehead, "Are you sure?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Zhizhi also looked over.

Gu Nanfeng pursed his lips, "Of course, you two... just wait and see."

"Okay." Fu Xiangheng smiled and rubbed her hair.

With Gu Nanfeng around, no one dared to serve Fu Xiangheng wine at the banquet.

Anyone who dares to bring a glass of wine will definitely receive a slap in the face from Gu Nanfeng.

"Wen'er, it's not that serious." Fu Xiangheng was a little helpless, "It's okay to drink two drinks occasionally."

"No!" Gu Nanfeng shook his head firmly, "Before you get better, you must stop drinking."

She said seriously. Gu Nanfeng stood in front of Fu Xiangheng, raising his chin slightly. His fair face was outlined delicately by the crystal chandelier above his head. His pink lips were slightly pursed, and his delicate white fingertips touched Fu Xiangheng's chest. .

She was as serious as a dedicated nanny. No, Fu Xiangheng thought to himself, the nanny is not as courageous as Gu Nanfeng.

"Then I'll try my best to listen to you." Fu Xiangheng said.

Gu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, "Is it difficult for you to do it reluctantly? Fu Xiangheng, is it difficult for you to be with me?"

Fu Xiangheng's forehead skipped a beat and he immediately changed his words, "It's not difficult."

Gu Nanfeng snorted, "That's fine. If it's really hard for you, then just do it. I won't agree to break up with you."

Fu Xiangheng smiled, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and there was light deep in the dark pupils.

Later in the banquet, it was Gu Nanfeng's turn to play the violin, and Chu Zhizhi sat under the stage with a proud look on his face.

Fu Xiangheng, who saw Chu Zhizhi's expression without comment: "..."

Fu Xiangheng raised his eyes and looked at the stage. His Miss Gu was standing in the only circle of light, holding a violin on her slender shoulders. The hand holding the handle was green and tender. Gu Nanfeng made every move with ease. She was very good at music. Talent, but it has been denied before.

A dull pain began in his chest, and then all his limbs began to hurt. Fu Xiangheng frowned and tried his best to look normal.

Veins bulged on the back of his hands, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Fu Xiangheng pursed his lips. His body felt hot and cold for a while, and the pain seemed to start from his bones.

Fortunately, the pain went away as quickly as it came. As the sound of Gu Nanfeng's piano slowly disappeared, the pain in Fu Xiangheng's body also slowly disappeared.

Fu Xiangheng looked towards the stage, applause was everywhere, and his Miss Gu was bending down to thank her.

Fu Xiangheng pursed his lips, and a smile spread across his pale face.

……

Before going to bed at night, Fu Xiangheng suddenly received a call and wanted to go out. Gu Nanfeng had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt. After hearing this, he asked, "Something happened to the company?"

Fu Xiangheng simply responded, got dressed, walked to the window and kissed Gu Nanfeng's forehead, "Go to sleep and wait for me to come back."

"Okay, just call Qiao Shan and don't drive by yourself," Gu Nanfeng said.

"It's okay." Fu Xiangheng walked out.

At this moment, Gu Nanfeng didn't know that this would be the last time she and Fu Xiangheng met, and Fu Xiangheng didn't know that he would never return.

Fu Xiangheng did not come back that night. He only sent a message to Gu Nanfeng saying not to wait and that he would not go back tonight.

The next day, as soon as Gu Nanfeng woke up, he heard a knock on the door outside.

"Madam, Assistant Qiao is here." Aunt Zhang said outside.

Gu Nanfeng turned over in a daze, "Okay, let him wait for a while, I will get dressed and go over."

Aunt Zhang went downstairs and conveyed Gu Nanfeng's original words to Qiao Shan. Qiao Shan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Aunt Zhang noticed that Assistant Qiao's eyes were a little red and her mood was a little off, so she asked worriedly, "Assistant Qiao, did something happen at home?"

Qiao Shan shook his head, "It's okay."

After a while, Gu Nanfeng went downstairs, "Assistant Qiao, what do you want from me? Why didn't Xiang Heng come back yesterday?"

Gu Nanfeng was wearing a smoky pink long-sleeved petal blouse and a black A-line skirt. She had a bruise on her fair calf, which she got from accidentally hitting the corner of the table last night.

Qiao Shan pursed his lips and put on a smile, "Mr. Fu got busy after finding out the clues about the last car accident last night. Mr. Fu is having a morning meeting at the company now. He asked me to pick you up. I will finish the morning meeting later. We’ll go have breakfast together.”

Gu Nanfeng nodded, "Okay."

Gu Nanfeng and Qiao Shan left Mingshui Mansion together.

As soon as the luxury car left the gate of the community, Gu Nanfeng suddenly felt that his eyelids were heavy, and after a while, he leaned on the back seat and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Qiao Shan lowered the window and threw the sachet hanging in the car out.

It was deep and cold. Qiao Shan looked at the densely packed vehicles in front of him, his eyes dull and lifeless.

……

A month later, Huo Jing returned to China.

Ricardo brought Tanzhe to pick him up at the airport and got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Ricardo pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.

Huo Jing glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

Ricardo sighed, "Nothing."

"Lika, tell the truth." Huo said in surprise.

Since Huo Jing joined the Ruan family's management circle, his temperament has become much more formidable.

Ricardo covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply, "Why don't you go see Sister Nanfeng, is there something wrong with her?"

Hearing this, Huo Jing's forehead twitched and his voice became much more nervous, "What's wrong?"

Ricardo pursed his lips and looked at Huo Jing, "You'll know for yourself if you go and see."

Huo Jing frowned, raised his eyes in the direction of the driver's seat, and said to his diary, "If you don't want to go to Half Moon Bay, go..."

He turned to look at Ricardo, "Where does Gu Nanfeng live now?"

Ricardo replied, "Mingshui Mansion."

"Go to Mingshui Mansion."

……

At this moment, Mingshui Mansion.

Gu Nanfeng was lying on the sofa, holding two pillows in his arms. He was wearing a light blue pure cotton dress, and his long hair hung down behind him, a bit messy.

Sighing, Gu Nanfeng shouted to the kitchen listlessly, "Aunt Zhang, I want to eat sweet and sour fish."

"Okay." Aunt Zhang's voice came from the kitchen.

Gu Nanfeng sighed again, as if he was talking to Aunt Zhang, and also to himself.

"Aunt Zhang, do you think it's not good for me to be like this? I weighed myself last night and gained three pounds."

Aunt Zhang replied with a smile, "It's good to be fat, round and cute."

Gu Nanfeng pursed his lips and said, "The round ones are not cute. Aunt Zhang, please make another spicy fish dish."

"Okay." Aunt Zhang agreed.