Biting the red lips

Chapter 36 How sincere is he?

No wonder Luo Xin suddenly showed kindness to her just now. He probably found out that the man was awake.

"When did you wake up?" Sheng Wan asked again.

Gu Huaichen did not answer her, but asked another question: "What do you think of Sister Luo Xin?"

Sheng Wan frowned in confusion, wondering why she wanted to ask her what she thought of Luo Xin.

Seeing the man staring at her, Sheng Wan knew that it would be impossible not to answer.

If the truth is told, can Gu Huaichen accept it?Can he tolerate others openly complaining about his Bai Yueguang?
Sheng Wan rolled her eyes silently in her heart and said a few unintentional words casually and perfunctorily.

"Sister Luo Xin? She is very gentle and elegant. She is indeed a daughter carefully cultivated by the Luo family. She is a lady."

The man's deep gaze fell on her, obviously he didn't believe what she just said.

In fact, Gu Huaichen didn't know why he asked Sheng Wan this question.

Maybe it’s because women look at women more accurately than men look at women.

Because tonight, for the first time, he felt that he couldn't see through Luo Xin.

He couldn't see through the sister next door who he had grown up with.

When drinking at the bar tonight, Luo Xin used the reputation of being drunk to pretend to speak the truth while drunk, and said a lot of specious things.

At that time, Gu Huaichen said nothing about this.

Naturally, he could tell that there was something in Luo Xin's words.

The feelings he devoted when he was young finally got a response, so he should be happy.

But for some reason, at that time, the image of another woman automatically appeared in his mind.

...It's Sheng Wan.

Gu Huaichen pinched the swollen and painful eyebrows, his cold eyes darkened slightly, and thoughts surged in his heart.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, Sheng Wan was a little worried.

"It's nothing." Gu Huaichen's attitude suddenly became cold, "If you have time tomorrow afternoon, accompany me to Luo's house. The old man wants to meet you."

After saying that, without giving her a chance to refuse, she dragged her to the bed with one force.

Then he turned over and fell on top of the woman, and the aura on his body completely enveloped the woman.

Being turned upside down by the red waves, the two of them fought to death and were in love.

By the time it was over, Sheng Wan was so tired that she fell asleep.

Gu Huaichen let out a sigh of contentment.

Suddenly smelling the smell of alcohol on his body, he couldn't help but frown, took a bathrobe from the closet next to him, got up and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, Gu Huaichen came out of the bathroom, wiping his hair, and went straight to the bed.

He stared at the woman's peaceful sleeping face with dark eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but he bent down and kissed the woman's forehead gently, then gently closed the door and left, going to the study to deal with unfinished work.

As soon as the door closed, the woman who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed slowly opened her eyes in the darkness.

She subconsciously reached out and touched the forehead that Gu Huaichen had just kissed. Her eyes were blank and she was speechless for a long time.

Gu Huaichen, what does this mean?
During the sexual intercourse just now, he had no expression on his face the whole time. She almost thought that her little tricks were discovered and made the man unhappy.

Unexpectedly, afterwards, this bitch man secretly exuded warmth and acted as if he had a schizophrenia.

Sheng Wan curled her lips. Gu Huaichen's temper was just like the weather in June - capricious.

One moment the sun is shining brightly, and the other moment it is overcast with clouds and thunder and lightning.

I really can’t afford to serve you!
But, how much feelings does Gu Huaichen really have for her?
With this question in mind, Sheng Wan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

After a while, she simply turned on the bedside wall lamp, pulled out her cell phone from under the pillow, and prepared to read some entertainment gossip to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on my phone, I found an unread message.The sender is an unknown number.

Sheng Wan frowned in confusion and reached out to click on the message to check.

It turned out to be a letter from the bank manager, suggesting that she go to the bank as soon as possible to cancel the account in her father's name.

Sheng Wan then remembered that after her father passed away, she received part of his inheritance, but she had never taken care of his bank account.

If she hadn't been reminded, she would have almost forgotten this incident.

Sheng Wan immediately edited a short message and sent it.

Unexpectedly, the other party replied soon.

Afterwards, she and the bank finalized a time to meet tomorrow.

She had to accompany Gu Huaichen to Luo's house in the afternoon, so she could only go there in the morning.

After finishing the matter, a wave of sleepiness hit her, Sheng Wan turned off the light and fell asleep.

The next morning, Sheng Wan took the relevant documents and drove to the bank alone.

Professor Sheng was a private banking customer of the bank during his lifetime. When he learned that his daughter had come to cancel her account, the bank’s manager Lu personally came to receive her.

Because the funds in the card were transferred to Sheng Wan's name very early, the entire account cancellation process went smoothly.

When leaving, Sheng Wan passed by the bank lobby and accidentally saw a picture of the Three Friends of Suihan hanging on the wall.

Sheng Wan felt that this painting looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before, but a voice in her heart told her: she must buy this painting!
"How can I sell this painting?" Sheng Wan asked the manager, pointing to the picture of Sui Han's Three Friends on the wall.

Manager Lu was stunned when he heard this, "Sorry, Miss Sheng, this is not for sale."

Sheng Wan smiled: "Speaking of which, I have some spare money on hand, not much, only about one million. I want to buy a fund. Does Manager Lu have any good recommendations?"

Manager Lu heard the elegant meaning of Xiange and immediately changed his mind: "Ms. Sheng, you are a distinguished customer of our bank. Although this painting is not for sale, if the customer likes it, we can part with it."

Then, after Sheng Wan bought a large amount of funds, she successfully bought the painting.

In Manager Lu's enthusiastic voice, Sheng Wan left the bank and returned to the car.

She looked at the painting in her hand and felt something was wrong, so she examined it intently.

Soon she became suspicious and found a layer in the scroll.

Hidden in the mezzanine is a rolled up worn notebook.

Seeing this scene, Sheng Wan's breathing quickened for a moment.

Because this is the notebook left by her father.

Until this moment, Sheng Wan finally remembered where she had seen this painting.

I saw this picture of the Three Friends of Suihan in my father's study. It was made by my father himself.

She also remembered that one night before her father died, he held her in his lap and talked for half the night.

Among them, he talked about this notebook. He said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. He was afraid of forgetting many things, so he wrote them down briefly.

He also made a promise to himself that if one day he couldn't remember anything, he would let her read the contents of the notebook to him.

She thought it was just an ordinary chat and didn't take her father's words that night to heart.

Later, her father died mysteriously, and she was immersed in grief and forgot about it.

She didn't remember until she saw them again.

Sheng Wan clutched the notebook tightly, not knowing whether it was out of fear or something. She did not open it on the spot, but carefully wrapped the hanging painting and notebook.

Looking at these two things, Sheng Wan felt a little troubled, not knowing where to put them safely.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and she thought of something.

(End of this chapter)