My wife is a hidden boss

Chapter 240 Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine (two more)

"Hello, Grandpa Shen." Ning Chujin greeted politely.

"Okay, okay," Mr. Shen said with a smile, "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, I'll ask someone to cook for you? What do you want to eat?"

"Don't bother, I still have things to deal with, I'll visit Grandpa Shen next time." Ning Chujin said.

Hearing this, Old Man Shen didn't want to keep him anymore, he still said cheerfully: "Okay, next time you must stay here to eat with me, an old man."

Ning Chujin nodded politely, "Okay." Then she said to Old Man Shen, "Then, Grandpa Shen, I'll go back first."

"Go."

After Ning Chujin left, Mr. Shen looked at Shen Sixiu who was walking the turtle, and said in a slightly solemn tone, "Is there any news about that little girl from the Ning family?"

Shen Siliu looked at old man Shen with a surprised face, as if he didn't expect that his grandfather really guessed it.

"Grandpa, how... how do you know?"

Mr. Shen looked at Shen Sixiu, "Grandpa, I eat more salt than you eat, and you still want to hide it from me, so when will the Ning family come to Shen's in such a hurry?" , and I really didn’t hear about the 20 years before Luo Fuyoufu?!”

Shen Sixiu didn't speak.

In fact, the main thing is that more than 20 years have passed!

"Is it possible that girl Ning Hui didn't die back then?" Mr. Shen asked.

Shen Siliu nodded.

Old Man Shen smiled softly, kind and approachable, "This is good news."

If it was true, the old boy of the Ning family would finally be relieved of a problem in his heart.

"It's just that I'm not sure." Shen Sixiu added.

"After all, we have some clues." Mr. Shen said.

Immediately, as if remembering something, Mr. Shen sighed softly, "If there hadn't been that accident back then, your little uncle and her would have been married a long time ago, and they must have several children."

Why is Shen Hen single now.

Shen Sixiu also sighed softly.

Hearing the other party's sigh, Mr. Shen glanced at him, saw the tortoise in his hand in an instant, and said angrily: "I've been doing nothing at home all day, playing with things and losing my mind, what do you want to raise a tortoise? After you raise it, let it send you away Is it?"

Shen Sixiu: "..."

In the past, he was not home in the army. Grandpa said that he could not go home several times a year. He was not a grandfather in his eyes at all. Now that he has been home for a few days, he despises him for doing nothing at home.

It's too difficult for him!

Besides, if the tortoise is raised well, wouldn't it be able to send itself to an end?

The thousand-year king and the 8-year tortoise, who can survive the tortoise?
After Ning Chujin left Shen's house, she didn't drive away, but walked towards the relatively secluded forest on the right.

In about 10 minutes, Ning Chujin saw a figure standing upright on a hill that was not too high from a distance.

The man was wearing a dark gray Chinese tunic suit, his back was straight and as steady as a pine tree, he just stood alone under a tree and looked a little indescribably desolate.

Probably in winter, the leaves are all gone, the tree is bare, and the glass wind chimes hanging on the branches are particularly obvious, especially there are not many glass wind chimes on the tree, there are probably dozens of them.

As the wind blows, there is the sound of bone china gently touching.

Lingling is pleasant to the ear, especially pleasant to listen to.

Ning Chujin stood there in silence for a while, then walked forward slowly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the man's faint voice came slowly: "Have you seen that painting?"

The man's voice was pleasant, a little deep and magnetic, like... that kind of fine wine that has been brewed for a long time, with an indescribable mellowness.

Moreover, although he was asking Ning Chujin, his tone was very certain.

"Yes." Ning Chujin stood beside Shen Hen.

The two stood side by side on the not particularly high hillside, looking at the distant scenery.

"Uncle Shen, do you...wish that painting was drawn by Auntie?" Ning Chujin directly asked the question that Shen Siliu refrained from asking yesterday.

Shen He was silent for a while, smiled softly, turned his head to look at Ning Chujin, and asked, "Why not?!"

When Shen He turned his head, he saw his face.

Shen Hen is quite good-looking, and his appearance is five points similar to Shen Yilian's, but compared to Shen Yilian's unrestrained handsomeness, Shen Hen's face is more restrained and stable, and it also has a mature charm.

Ning Chujin looked at the person in front of her, and said in a soft voice, "Because if my aunt is alive, she might have married someone else."

He didn't want to deliberately expose the wound of the other party, but told him the fact.

Shen Hen looked at the white clouds in the sky indifferently, "So what?! At least...Xiao Hui is still alive."

He didn't have too many extravagances, he just hoped that she could live and be happy.

Ning Chujin looked up at the wind chime on the tree, "You hung it up!"

Shen He stretched out his hand and gently stroked one of the wind chimes, his expression was somewhat affectionate, and his tone was also soft and soft, "I promised Xiaohui before that she would not forget her birthday present, but she has been away for so many years, I can only make it The gift information is stored here, and when she comes back, she can find her birthday gift based on this information."

There are already 23 wind chimes here.

Ning Chujin didn't speak.

For so many years, he has always seen Uncle Shen's friendship with his aunt.

The Shen family not only persuaded him to marry a wife once, but even his own grandfather, father, uncle and aunt tried to persuade him, but Uncle Shen just didn't want to. He said that the only candidate for his wife in his mind was his little aunt.

Then, really, for more than 20 years, alone.

He would even come to the Ning family during holidays, treating the Ning family as if he were the son-in-law of the Ning family.

In fact, every time he saw Uncle Shen's lonely figure, he felt very sad.

**
As night fell, the neon lights in the city gradually lit up.

Qingshui Huating.

Chu Luqi and Yan Ziyi went back to the seventeenth floor after dinner, so there were only Jiang Chi and Yan Chen on the nineteenth floor.

It had to be said that Jiang Chi's vinegar was really reserved first, and he and Yan Chen would eat it slowly later when he and Yan Chen were free.

Just as he told Yan Chen during the day not to sleep tonight, Yan Chen really didn't have time to sleep.

Because the lemon essence of Yan Chen's family has always remembered the last time about a love letter of 1000 yuan, but Yan Chen did not agree to it at the beginning, but now Jiang Chi has finally seized the opportunity, and he asked Yan Chen to write a love letter to him on the spot, It is also very picky to ask for 99 characters, no one more or one less, and the punctuation marks are not counted, and the opening signature is not counted.

Yan Chen: "..."

He was stunned by Jiang Chi's operation on the spot.

　Others have nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine white roses, a batch of romantic ones, but my little Shenzi is...a love letter of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine characters, a batch of coquettish ones!
　　Hahahaha, Xiao Shenzi, come on, there will be surprises after writing it!

　　Well, good night, good sleep!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)