Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 294 Come to my room at night

Finally left Prague and took a flight to Paris.

In {Chunshan}, you can often see airplanes. It seems that these planes are not going anywhere, but window cleaners in the sky, cleaning the sky regularly. That is why Haicheng has such a clear blue sky.

When driving in Haicheng, you can inadvertently see a huge plane taking off from nearby.

Especially on the seaside highway near Pier No. 3, the planes are so big that they look like the scenes in "Ultraman".

"What do you want to say by saying this?" Su Qing, who was fed up with his chattering, finally spoke coldly.

"After a few limited flying experiences, I have come to the conclusion that I prefer watching planes rather than riding them," said Gu Ran.

"Aren't we going to fight?" Gege asked, turning back.

The black-haired passenger next to me glanced over here and must be Chinese.

Su Qing glanced at Gege, who smiled ingratiatingly, seemingly obedient but in fact playfully pretending to be honest.

Gu Ran was too embarrassed to say anything else, so he held Su Qing's hand.

Su Qing broke free and glared at him.

Gu Ran was embarrassed.

After a while, he tried to hold her hand again, but Su Qing still dodged.

After a while, he went again, but before he raised his hand, Su Qing slapped him.

Unfortunately, Su Qing is just a mortal, and God rewards hard work, so it doesn’t matter what happens in the middle. Anyway, Gu Ran was holding her hand when she got off the plane.

"Have you made peace?" He Qingyan asked.

"Let him let go." Su Qing raised her hand. She was being held unilaterally by Gu Ran.

"You'll be fined if you go out without a leash on your dog," Gege said.

Gu Ran hesitated to speak and wanted to refute, but when he thought about the main contradiction and took his own practical needs into consideration, he had to endure it.

Gege burst into laughter.

The others also smiled.

Even Su Qing looked at Gu Ran with a smile, as if to say: Look, you're being treated like a dog, and you still need me to lead you by the hand.

Gu Ran scratched her palm, and Su Qing glanced at him unhappily yet coquettishly.

In this way, Gu Ran felt balanced immediately.

"Welcome, although it's a bit strange for me to say 'welcome'." Liang Qing, wearing sunglasses, smiled and opened his arms.

"Professor Zhuang Jing, welcome." She hugged Zhuang Jing gently.

"Professor Yan, because of your arrival, Paris, known as the city of romance, has finally lived up to its name." She gently hugged Yan Hanxiang.

"Su Qing!" She hugged Su Qing a little harder.

The princess waited excitedly.

"Hello, Dr. Gu." Liang Qing extended his hand.

"Hello." Gu Ran shook hands with her.

Afterwards, there were also handshakes.

If it was a handshake at the beginning, it would be exciting enough, but she was expecting a hug, so the handshake was just so-so.

This just proves the saying that where there is expectation, there will be disappointment.

"I have booked a hotel for you, on the same floor as me. I have booked the entire floor." Liang Qing took off his sunglasses and said to everyone in a large business car large enough for a meeting.

"It won't affect your work, right?" Zhuang Jing said.

"It's over. Let's act together next." Liang Qing said with a smile.

Everyone was a psychologist and could see that she was sincere, and some even looked forward to and were excited about acting together.

The princess became excited again.

Su Qing glared at Gu Ran, because in Gu Ran's eyes, heart and hands, there was only her hand.

Everyone started chatting. Liang Qing talked about his work, while Su Qing, He Qingyan, Chen Ke and others talked about what they had seen and heard along the way.

Occasionally Liang Qing would ask Zhuang Jing and Yan Hanxiang a question.

As for the hotel room fee, no one mentioned it. It’s not that they forgot about it, but they kept it in mind and will pay it back next time if they have the chance. It doesn’t matter if they don’t have the chance.

Considering their wealth, this amount of money is not worth paying back.

The hotel carefully selected by Liang Qing is located on the right bank of the Seine, with the subway just outside the door and an art center behind it. It takes less than 10 minutes to walk to the Louvre and Notre Dame de Paris.

The environment of the hotel is also beyond doubt. The exterior is like an ancient castle, and the interior decoration is luxurious, while it is fully modernized without any inconvenience.

"This whole floor is ours. We can live in any room we want. One room is more than enough for everyone," said Liang Qing.

One room per person?
Gu Ran glanced at Su Qing out of the corner of his eye.

After choosing their rooms, they started their trip to Paris, took pictures of Notre Dame de Paris which was still under repair, and went to the Musee d'Orsay.

Gu Ran knew nothing about art, so he could only try it for the sake of novelty - of course, he did not let go of Su Qing's hand the whole time.

"'Ball at the Moulin Rouge'?"

There are many people in the painting, so the project must have been huge.

"Wow, so beautiful, Monet's blue water lilies!"

He knew Maupassant, but who was Monet? He seemed very famous?
“Is this Van Gogh’s self-portrait?”

This one is really famous.

"Can you draw better than these?" he asked He Qingyan.

"There is no hope while I'm alive. I'll be better than them when I die." He Qingyan was very confident, which made Yan Hanxiang look at her again.

This is probably the level of Gu Ran's understanding of art.

After visiting Notre Dame de Paris and some art gallery - Gu Ran had already forgotten the name by now, it was already sunset.

Liang Qing took them for a walk along the Seine.

There were many people speaking Chinese around him. Gu Ran was confused at first, but then he remembered that today was National Day and it was a holiday.

Liang Qing always wears sunglasses and is dressed very tightly, but apart from his slightly raised face, brisk steps, and straight back, he has a good temperament and doesn't look like a star.

But whether in temperament or appearance, she has no advantage.

She is as dignified, elegant and graceful as a goddess, and her graceful figure is full of poetry and elegance;
If all of Europe voted, Yan Hanxiang would probably surpass all white women and become the representative goddess in European mythology;

Su Qing is elegant and beautiful, and her smile can move people's hearts;

He Qingyan is the [most beautiful woman in the world]. Gu Ran used to think that she was bright and romantic, but this was only one side of her beauty. She could control whatever beauty she wanted, innocent, cute, lively, cold, all of which were acceptable - perhaps her true beauty was her variety.

Chen Ke is graceful, and when she wears a white doctor's coat, people can't help but trust her and linger on her. Even if someone has a cold, she will give the patient floral water, and the patient can drink it.

Today she wore a linen cardigan and a linen long skirt, with a look of Zen concentration on Buddhism, and bright eyes and a kind look, like the girl Guanyin.

Of course, this is false, and everyone knows it.

There is also an extremely beautiful girl. Without mentioning her beauty, just the fact that she is wearing a white shirt, a black school skirt, and holding a SLR camera, gives you the illusion that the sunset favors her, and the most beautiful beam of light shining on her is the most beautiful one.

Gege was slightly inferior to them, but she was also youthful and energetic, with a slender waist and straight legs.

Liang Qing didn't reveal his true face, so he couldn't attract much attention among this group of people.

The banks of the Seine River are quite beautiful. At dusk, not only are the buildings artistic, but the street vendors, artists, tourists and runners all appear very literary.

When the sunset was about to disappear, Liang Qing took them to a roadside restaurant.

"I won't go to a high-end restaurant," Liang Qing explained with a smile, "Now in China, we have high-end dishes from all over the world, but you can't eat ordinary French dishes like this on the street in China."

"Which part of the pig will it be this time?" Gu Ran said to himself.

This time we ate snails.

It was delicious, and Gu Ran used the accompanying bread to wipe up all the soup.

The rest of the dishes were also very good.

"This store is my private collection." Liang Qing, with his face supported by one hand and a wine glass in his right hand, smiled at him.

"Very good." Gu Ran said in English with an authentic Chinese accent.

After dinner, we went back because Liang Qing said that the security in Paris was bad at night.

In fact, she didn't know whether the security in Paris was good at night, but her cell phone and bag had been robbed during the day, so she felt that the security in Paris was not good at night.

"The Seine is also brown, not as clean as the moat in front of my community." Gege said with a hint of disgust.

That's what she said in the store, but when she went back, it was her again, singing 'Coffee on the Left Bank of the Seine, a cup in my hand, tasting your beauty, leaving lip prints on your lips'.

"By the way," she suddenly turned around and asked the people walking behind her, "Would you secretly drink something that your crush has drunk?"

"Only Jay Chou would be so perverted." Gu Ran said.

Liang Qing laughed.

Gu Ran thought to herself that she should have a chance to meet Jay Chou, so she must not complain to his face. "It's raining." Su Qing suddenly said.

It was a drizzling rain that definitely wouldn't get heavy, so everyone was in no hurry to leave.

After walking a few steps, Gu Ran didn't see Chen Ke. He looked around and saw her when he turned back.

A Zen-like girl from South City stood in the darkness, raised her face, stretched out her hands, and felt the scattered raindrops falling from the sky.

The lights from the Eiffel Tower seemed so far away, illuminating the few raindrops and her figure that made people smile and warm their hearts.

The scene in front of him made him not want to interrupt, and Gu Ran did not say anything, but just watched quietly.

Chen Ke noticed his gaze and felt embarrassed.

She took two quick steps and came to Gu Ran.

"Suddenly I felt like writing literature and art," she said shyly.

"Is it a literary and artistic heart? I thought it was a childish heart? It's like when you are walking and suddenly step on the curb." Gu Ran said with a smile.

The two walked towards the main force.

“It is said that people who can walk with their teeth still moving, no matter how old they are, their hearts are not old.” Chen Ke said as he mustered up his courage.

She put her hand into Gu Ran's.

Gu Ran was stunned for a moment, and quickly dodged, feeling the slippery touch flashing across his palm.

"The power of the mind should not be underestimated." Gu Ran didn't know what he was saying and just responded casually.

"Yeah." Chen Ke's breathing was hurried and he didn't know what he was saying.

Su Qing was just a few steps ahead, chatting with Liang Qing and He Qingyan.

Xie Xiya was pulled by the princess to take a photo.

Teacher Zhuang Jing and Professor Yan pointed around and talked with smiles on their faces, as if they were revisiting an old place and chatting about interesting things from the past.

"Can you recite 'A Song of Farewell While Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain'?" Chen Ke picked up a random topic.

"I am a Chinese teacher"

Chen Ke reached out his hand again and held Gu Ran's hand.

".Class representative." Gu Ran let go again and put his hands in his pockets.

"Really?" Chen Ke withdrew her hand and lifted her hair as if she didn't know where to put it.

The two said nothing more.

"Do you want me to recite a passage for you?" Gu Ran suddenly said.

"Ah? What are you carrying?"

"Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Poem."

Chen Ke couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Okay."

"If you don't want to listen, forget it."

"If you want to listen, recite it."

"The seafarer talks about Yingzhou, but the truth is hard to find in the misty waves." Gu Ran really recited "Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Poem".

Ups and downs.

"The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is still and full of smoke."

Gu Ran's tone was complacent, but it didn't feel like he was showing off at all.

That feeling is like Chen Ke pondered for a moment and thought of "walking on the curb", probably a childish thought.

But Chen Ke ignored his own reaction——

Gu Ran's voice was light, yet firm enough, his enunciation clear and unhurried, so much so that one could wonder whether the girl from South City, who occasionally nodded and smiled at him like a lover, was listening to him or enjoying his voice.

"An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"

"You really finished memorizing it? That's impressive!" Chen Ke smiled and clapped his hands softly.

"Not as good as you." Gu Ran looked at her and said.

Chen Ke didn't know whether he was talking about the night in Hakone, Japan, or in Paris, France today.

"I was looking for you just now. After I found you, you walked quickly towards me. At that time, I wanted to hold your hand, but I didn't dare." Gu Ran said.

Chen Ke reached out again, took Gu Ran's hand out of his pocket, and then held it tightly.

“Don’t let go this time,” she said.

"Don't let go until Su Qing sees you." Gu Ran said.

Chen Ke couldn't help laughing.

Compared to his hands, Chen Ke's hands were slightly colder, and Gu Ran couldn't help but shake his hands with a little more force.

The two held hands for only about ten seconds before letting go, but each other's body temperature remained in each other's palms, also changing each other's body temperature.

After returning to the hotel and separating, Gu Ran returned to his room.

The phone received a message.

【Chen Ke: You can come see me tonight. 】

I asked Su Qing to deal with it last night, and I didn’t have much thought about it. But when I saw these words, Gu Ran’s heart warmed up.

It doesn’t matter if it’s hot. When he walks out of the room, he will only be looking for Su Qing.

I had just put down my phone and was about to deal with the suitcase when I received another message.

[He Qingyan: You can come see me tonight.]

[Gu Ran: Not going]

[He Qingyan: Then I will go find you]

【Gu Ran: Don’t come】

[He Qingyan: Now we are boyfriend and girlfriend, why can't I go to your room? ]

【Gu Ran: I'm going to sue you for indecency. 】

[He Qingyan: Then I will sleep with Su Qing tonight, don’t even think about looking for her]

Gu Ran doesn’t care about this. He can still hold on for a day or two.

However, there was something he wanted to say, but if he said it now, he was afraid that He Qingyan would think he was giving in.

After thinking for a while, I said it.

【Gu Ran: I will try my best. 】

He Qingyan sent a voice message with a smiling "Silly~".

Gu Ran couldn't help but laugh.

【Gu Ran: No more chatting, pack up your things. 】

[He Qingyan: (well-behaved and sharp voice – good brother)]

I put down my phone and prepared to clean up. Then the phone rang again.

【Xie Xiya: Doctor Gu, I don’t know how to answer a few questions. Can I come to you now? 】

[Gu Ran: Su Qing took 1.2 million from you, that is not the common property of the couple]

[Gu Ran: I have packed my luggage]

Gu Ran put down his phone.

As soon as I put it down, the phone rang again.

It's not like even the princess would ask him to go to his room to find him, right?

[Su Qing: Come to my room]

【Gu Ran: Coming right up! 】

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Private Diary: Thursday, October 1, Paris, France

Thank you, Ms. Liang Qing, you are a good person.

Thank you Paris, France, for building this hotel.

Readers may be curious (if the diary is really made public by unworthy descendants, there should be readers) why I thank Liang Qing and Paris, France.

Because Su Qing asked me to go to her room.

I won’t say any more. I’m about to set off. Whether it’s for me to explain the whole story or... ahem, it’s all good.

If your girlfriend asks you to go to her room, is there a possibility that something bad might happen?
impossible.

(End of this chapter)