Getting Married One Night

Lin Wanxin's left hand is inconvenient, but she still keeps adding dishes to Gong Shen.

When Gong Shen didn't pay attention, he glanced at Wen Nanzhi from time to time.

Wen Nanzhi knew that she was very proud now and accepted her eyes expressionless.

Lin Wanxin frowned slightly and looked at Wen Nanzhi's expression. On the contrary, she was a little unhappy. She just took the opportunity to kiss Gong Shen to give Wen Nanzhi a blow.

But Gong Shen was not as affectionate as Lin Wanxin thought. She always felt that there was something missing.

Lin Wanxin glanced at Gong Shen around him. There was always a voice in her heart reminding her that she must take Gong Shen quickly.

"Mr. Gong, I think you've been in a bad mood. Why don't I have a drink with you? I heard you like red wine very much."

Lin Wanxin looked at Gong Shen thoughtfully.

The chopsticks in Gong Shen's hand paused, and his voice sank, "No."

Wen Nanzhi looks at Gong Shen. He doesn't like drinking. He just wants to paralyze himself with wine and get drunk so that he can have a rest.

When Wen Nanzhi was surprised that she would have such an idea, Lin Wanxin directly took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet that the maid put in it. They are all varieties that Gong Shen often drinks. It should be that the maid deliberately put it here to create an atmosphere in order to please Lin Wanxin.

"Mr. Gong, I'm injured and can't drink, so I'll have fun with tea instead of wine." Lin Wanxin whispered softly, and had poured a glass of wine for Gong.

Lin Wanxin is injured, and Gong Shen is actually injured.

To Wen Nanzhi's surprise, Gong Shen didn't tell Lin Wanxin that he was hurt because of the current relationship between Gong Shen and Lin Wanxin.

Lin Wanxin pushes the wine cup to Gong Shen, thinking that Gong Shen must be drunk today.

Wen Nanzhi saw a flash of calculation from the bottom of Lin Wanxin's eyes. She didn't know whether Gong Shen saw it or not, so she could only observe it quietly.

She saw that Gong Shen still took the glass. Her heart reminded herself not to meddle, but her steps stepped out.

She made an excuse and said, "I'll take the empty offer."

When the big tray was placed at the corner of the coffee table, the plate hit the plate, directly hit the bottle of wine and glass on the ground and broke.

"Ah!" Lin Wanxin got up angrily, "Nanzhi, why are you so careless? What if you hurt Mr. Gong?"

"I'm sorry." Wen Nan dropped his head.

Gong Shen also stood up and lifted the food. All the greasy residues were spilled on Wennan Zhizhi.

Gong Shen directly took another bottle of wine in the wine cabinet and put it in front of Wennan Zhizhi.

"Have mercy on me? Then drink all this bottle."

With that, Gong Shen sat down again, his arms outspread and his long legs overlapped, just like a posture of watching a play.

Wen Nanzhi remembered that uncle Zhong had advised her not to pity Gong Shen, which would only arouse his deepest hatred.

The stronger the person is, he would rather be in pain than give the so-called kindness, especially from the enemy.

At the table, only Lin Wanxin doesn't know what happened, and doesn't understand the dialogue between Gong Shen and Wen Nanzhi. Such incomprehension makes Lin Wanxin feel more crisis.

Wen Nanzhi took the wine tremblingly, licked the dry lips, closed his eyes and drank a bottle of wine.

After she put down the empty bottle, the whole person turned pink, and the blush on her cheeks was more obvious.

"Get out."

She propped herself up and staggered out.

Uncle Zhong outside the door looked at her, shook his head and helped her downstairs.

Wen Nanzhi fell on the floor of the room. The door was broken and could not be closed tightly. Let her see clearly the people coming and going outside the door.

Until midnight, she got up and went out with five points of drunkenness. There was no one else in the quiet corridor.

She held the wall close to the kitchen, found the plastic wrap, wrapped her waist tightly, and then went into the bathroom to wash the greasy smell from top to bottom.

When she returned to the room again, she felt that she had exhausted all her strength.

After falling, he didn't move.

……

Five minutes later, there was a sound of many people walking upstairs.

Wen Nanzhi was lying on the mattress. The open door heard the maid's discussion downstairs.

"Mr. Gong has a headache again. Cook the medicine quickly."

"Isn't there secretary Lin now? I thought Mr. Gong's heart disease would be cured with her. Why is he having a headache again?"

"Shh, didn't the housekeeper say not to talk nonsense? But I'm also curious. Mr. Gong lost his temper on the third floor just now. Secretary Lin wanted to go up. The housekeeper stopped her directly. Isn't the housekeeper afraid of Mr. Gong's blame?" the maid gossip.

Another echoed, "the problem is that secretary Lin asked the housekeeper to ask Mr. Gong whether to let her in. As a result, Mr. Gong didn't agree. I thought secretary Lin was the most special one. Isn't it still useless?"

The two maids didn't find that Wen Nanzhi behind the dark middle door was open. They discussed and entered the kitchen.

Wen Nan Zhi still stared at the bright crack in the door.

Suddenly, uncle Zhong hurried in, picked up Wen Nanzhi and stuffed the pipa into her arms.

"Miss Nanzhi, I'm afraid I'll trouble you again this time. Just help me." Uncle Zhong apologized.

Wen Nanzhi shook his head and refused to go, but finally he was supported upstairs by Uncle Zhong.

This is Wen Nanzhi's first time on the third floor. There is a maid and Lin Wanxin standing in the staircase.

Lin Wanxin wants to go in. The maid doesn't dare to disobey Gong Shen's order. She can only stop her.

"Miss Nanzhi, please come. I beg your help." Uncle Zhong said.

Wen Nanzhi can't afford uncle Zhong's request and can only respond.

"Why can she go in?" Lin Wanxin didn't stretch his gentle mask for a moment, and pulled the half drunk Wennan orange.

Wen Nanzhi hugged the pipa in his hand and his head was dizzy.

Uncle Zhong asked the maid to open Lin Wanxin and gently warned, "secretary Lin, pay attention to your identity. Miss Nanzhi is Mrs. Gong. Naturally, you can go in. I'll explain anything to Mr. Gong."

"Housekeeper! Mr. Gong doesn't recognize her. You're disobeying Mr. Gong!" Lin Wanxin stared at Uncle Zhong angrily. He always felt that there was another person in the palace who disagreed with him.

Although uncle Zhong was worried, his tone remained humble, "secretary Lin, please give way."

Lin Wanxin saw that the maid downstairs also came up. In order to maintain her image, she had to bite her teeth and watch uncle Zhong send Wen Nanzhi in.

As soon as Wennan Zhizhi walked in, she stepped on the broken glass residue all over the ground. The cold air made her brain a little sober, and her breath was wrapped in cold air.

She walked carefully inside and saw what the forbidden place of the palace family looked like in the bright light.

The spacious room is a dark four column big bed. The hooks of dragon and Phoenix on the bed column skillfully contain the gauze curtain on three sides of the bed.

In front of the balcony stood a carved square table and two soft chairs, one left and one right.

Gong Shen sat on one of the soft chairs, with broken wine glasses at his feet. His arms hung freely, and his thin fingertips were dotted with red wine. His dark figure was quickly mixed with the soft chair.

There are two doors in the room, and then there is a bucket cabinet, which is full of photos. There is nothing else.

Empty white walls.

Lonely people.

Like a hollowed out body.

"Uncle Zhong, I don't want to drink medicine. You're all gone." Gong Shen's voice seemed to endure some sharp pain. He bit his back teeth before connecting a sentence in front of him.

I heard that Wen Nanzhi dared not move and stood in front of a row of windows at a loss.

"Mr. Gong, it's... It's me."

With a ping-pong sound, Gong Shen swept all the things on the small square table on the ground. He supported his head with both hands and glared at her.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Wen Nanzhi trembled with fear and wanted to leave the forbidden area, but when he thought of the way uncle Zhong asked her, uncle Zhong should also regard Gong Shen as his child. He was really worried about Gong Shen.

Wen Nan Zhi took advantage of the remaining three or four points of drunkenness, took a breath, carefully stepped on the broken residue on the ground, and sat down opposite Gong Shen with a pipa.

"Mr. Gong, I'll leave here after playing."

"What makes you think I'll keep you? If you don't get out, I'll throw you down from the third floor!"

The sweat drops rolled down Gong Shen's gloomy face, the green veins on his forehead burst out, the corners of his mouth tightened, his hands clenched his fists, and his words were full of warnings.

There was a storm in his deep eyes, but his face did not show a trace of pain and patience. He was like a beast that was seriously injured but refused to fall down. He was still full of teeth and claws.

He is also a patient person.

Wen Nanzhi hesitated for a moment on the soft chair, but still arranged the action of playing the pipa.

She took a deep breath and heard the wind outside the window. When she looked out, she found that this was the best place for the palace's perspective. The window of the balcony was like a picture frame. The clear moonlight described the downstairs garden in an orderly manner, with overlapping double shadows. Although there were many dark shadows, it had a light and soft moonlight.

You want to know what you can see sitting here during the day.

The petals in the shadow of the tree passed through the picture frame, gurgling and falling on the hair and face of Wennan Zhihe and Gongshen.

The wine fragrance sprinkled on the ground in the air mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which raised the drunkenness of Wennan citrus aurantium again.

In her eyes, Gong Shen became a little confused, but there was less hostility. It was vague, but it was not so terrible.

"Mr. Gong, I'm sorry."

Her fingertips slid past the strings, and the flustered front tune gradually entered the good world.

"The floating clouds are scattered, the bright moon shines on people, and the tenderness and honey are all over the world... The red clothes are covered with green flowers, and the lotus flowers are open. The spring wind blows, the spring swallow returns, and the peaches and apricots are so charming. Nong takes the rudder and comes to Lang to paddle..."

This is the only song she can sing. Her mother taught her Soviet style minor.

Maybe she thought of this song after talking to her mother on the phone today.

Although not as soft as her mother's Wu Nong's words, it is the way she can repose her feelings at the moment.

Learning Pipa is to please her mother, but her voice is not suitable for singing. When humming the tune, she is still delicate and soft. When singing, she will unconsciously have a vibrato and can't pronounce clearly.

This minor is my mother's favorite, so she learned it very hard.

Thinking of her mother, Wen Nanzhi couldn't ignore that her mother was still imprisoned. Her singing began to tremble again, even with a crying cavity, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

The backlog of grievances and sadness turned her song into a cry. She refused to cry in front of Gong Shen. This stubbornness is also fragmented at the moment.

She simply cried out with the sound of a lute.

Gong Shen, who originally had a slightly stretched eyebrow, suddenly turned into ups and downs of crying when he heard the song. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened it to see a red crying face.

The drunken blushing cheeks and the pink from the skin are like the halo of cinnabar after layers of superposition, which is delicate and moving.

Wen Nanzhi's crying and not crying are completely two expressions. The former shows pale stubbornness, and the latter is like a petal falling on his palm, which is fragile and unbearable.

Wen Nanzhi's cry grew louder. As soon as her hand stopped playing the lute, the empty room amplified her cry.

Gong Shen just squints at her dangerously. After his headache disappears, he sits lazily.

"Keep crying." a low, hoarse voice spilled over his thin lips.

Wen Nanzhi choked, and his tears stopped instantly. He looked at Gong Shen with tears, and the rest of the drunkenness disappeared.

Gong Shen leaned forward suddenly against the seat, stretched out his long arm, ran over Wen Nanzhi's neck and pulled hard. Wen Nanzhi knelt at his feet and was forced to look at him with his head back.

As soon as Gong Shen bowed his head, the petals on his hair fell and stained her tears. The white petals blocked half of her sight. All the Gong Shen seen in the confusion were dizzy and dyed into this kind of pink and soft color.

Especially when Gong Shen kisses her, the petals stick to their lips, and the forced kisses in the cool softness bring the fragrance of flowers.