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"Or otherwise, I will marry you."

The reason why he said this is not entirely due to alcohol. During the nine years of his crush on Gu Yueyan, Ren Hao had never had any ideas about others. After all, the reality is cruel. For the sake of his parents, he had to marry a wife and have a child. Therefore, Ren Hao once focused on Fan Qirong.

He still clearly remembered that when he told his mother this idea, Zhuo Yuqin, who had always loved him, was furious and almost attacked him. His father was so angry that his face turned pale and could not speak.

There are two reasons why they are so excited.

First of all, grandfather and Fan Qirong's father were in good condition, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were brothers. Fan Qirong was one generation older than herself, so naturally she could not be together.

Second, it’s Fan Qirong’s age. She is more than teenagers older than herself, which is really not something that her parents can accept.

In this way, Ren Hao's plan to "transcend into love" was strangled in the cradle.

"Marry me?" Fan Qirong was obviously stunned. Slowly, her face became very ugly. She stared at Ren Hao's eyes, exhaled, and then changed into a gentle smile again. She raised her arms lightly and stroked Ren Hao's face with love: "You have drunk today, Aunt Rong pretended that she didn't hear it, but remember, you can't talk nonsense anymore. If you ask your elder brother and sister to listen, it will be a big trouble."

I've never had any confessions in one day!

Ren Hao lay down in anger and didn't say a word to her.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that my current situation was a bit like hungry. When I saw a mature woman, I wanted to confess my love. Oh, I had a bad mentality.

But who can understand yourself?

A bachelor who has been fighting for twenty-five years has a desire for feelings that ordinary people can imagine!

"Oh, I have a very bad temper." Fan Qirong looked at him in a depressed mood and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled: "If you want to say that this alcohol is really harmful. A child who is usually well-behaved can become like this. Haha, tell Aunt Rong, what happened today, why are you drinking so much wine?"

Ren Hao hummed: "I don't know."

Seeing that he might be really angry, Fan Qirong squeezed out an inexplicable bitter smile. After pulling the sheets to cover him tightly, Fang coaxed the child to touch Ren Hao's hair: "Go to sleep well, Aunt Rong is going to work."

Turning off the headlights, she moved to the lowercase desk next to her and changed the lamp to the angle so as not to affect Ren Hao's sleep. Then, Fan Qirong focused on holding a dark green Parker pen and started writing on the notebook.

Fan Qirong's current profession is a writer, and she is only a little famous, but Ren Hao knows that within this year, Fan Qirong will write a workplace novel, and then become popular all the way and enter the ranks of famous writers.

In his previous life, the job of publishing and editing was found with Fan Qirong's help. Otherwise, Ren Hao, who graduated from a junior college, would not have applied for the position so smoothly.

Ren Hao didn't sleep. He tossed and turned for a while, then he raised his head and looked at Aunt Rong sideways. The mature and plump female body was very tempting and swallowed pitifully. Ren Hao said expectantly: "Aunt Rong, don't you sleep?"

Fan Qirong stopped writing a little, "The night is more inspiring. If it goes well, maybe I will write it until the morning. Well, don't worry about Aunt Rong, go to bed first."

"Let's sleep together, oh no, that, I mean, staying up late is not good for your health." Ren Hao's cheeks were red due to alcohol stimulation, "You should have a rest early."

Fan Qirong frowned and put down the pen. She stopped for a moment, picked it up again, continued to write without matching her own words. Ren Hao clearly saw that Aunt Rong's ostentatiousness quietly called him, and there was a little strange smell in her eyes.

He was confused and knew that Aunt Rong had seen through his thoughts. Ren Hao didn't feel too embarrassed. He coughed twice and quickly turned over and fell asleep.

...

The next morning.

Ren Hao, who was having a split headache, slowly opened his eyes, and the hot sunlight dyed the curtains golden.

Ren Hao rubbed his temples and looked around. The next moment, the memory of last night appeared in his mind. Ren Hao only felt his face flushing, and he slapped himself in regret, regretting it.

What I marry you, what to sleep with you, he remembered them all!

It's broken, alas, you're a shameful thing! How can you get along with Aunt Rong in the future?

He lifted the towel and sat up. Only then did Ren Hao notice that Fan Qirong was buried in the desk and was already asleep. I thought this posture would not be good. Alas, it was all my fault for causing her such a big trouble.

Ren Hao got up guiltily, without even having to wear shoes. He walked to Aunt Rong and stabbed her on the shoulder, and called out softly: "Aunt Rong, you go to bed."

Fan Qirong woke up quietly, yawned, and looked at him sleepily: "I'm sober? That's good, well, wait for my aunt to make breakfast for you, what do you want to eat?" She stood up with her tired body.

"No, no, no." Ren Hao was very moved and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse: "It was all my fault yesterday. Oh, please rest quickly. Sleeping on your tummy is not good for the cervical spine."

Fan Qirong stroked her messy long hair, "Okay, don't drink so much next time, it makes people feel distressed."

Ren Hao put on his shoes and kept lit his head: "Thank you, Aunt Rong, I'm sorry for causing you trouble yesterday."

"Haha, why are you polite to Aunt Rong?" I picked up a hair chuck casually, and Aunt Rong sat tiredly on the edge of the bed: "I have always regarded you as my own child." Ren Hao always felt that Fan Qirong's words had a profound meaning, maybe it was to hint that she should not make any decisions about her.

...

After a few steps back home, Ren Hao opened his computer and flipped his email one by one.

As he was about to move, Ren Hao had to consider the money issue. However, after sending the script to bandai for several days, there was no reply.

"death-note" has proved in practice that this animation is very promising and bandai cannot be ignored.

Do they want to make a movie without their consent?

It shouldn't be possible, bandai is also a big company, so this credit will not be lacking.

Then there is another possibility, that is, bandai may not have received his own email. Ren Hao suddenly remembered that the script he sent was in Chinese. Not to mention whether there are people who can understand Chinese in Bandai, whether the text can be sent normally is a problem. Many times, Chinese-Japanese emails will become garbled codes.

Ren Hao can't speak Japanese, so he can only try to translate it with the half-baked English level 4.
Chapter completed!