Chapter 9 I'll Marry You

　　"Articles? The next one?" Ren Hao pretended to be calm and blinked his eyes, "What are you talking about?" Ren Hao's heart was pounding so hard that he couldn't wait to find a rat hole to burrow into. 　　Gu Yueyan looked at him playing dumb, rubbed her temples helplessly, and looked at him solemnly, "You seem to be wondering how I know, right? Well, your handwriting is very beautiful and old-fashioned, so it's easy to differentiate it from other boys, maybe you don't know, all the fonts on the love letter have a very special monogram, it's a one-stroke continuous, and later on, the moment I saw that you signed your name after your school number, I knew it was the same. The moment I saw you sign your name after the school number, I knew that love letter was written by you, Ren, can there be a single side." 　　Ren Hao swallowed dryly, "So you made me the language class representative?" 　　"Yes. Putting aside the nature of your behavior, the love letter itself still has merit." Gu Yueyan's face did not blush, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, perhaps, she did not consider herself a man at all. 　　No wonder, she was twenty-six years old, a whole ten years older than herself! 　　Thinking about it, Ren Hao slapped his head fiercely as if he had made up his mind, "Teacher Gu, just like the letter said, I really ......" Without waiting for Ren Hao to really confess, Gu Yueyin's unquestionable voice interrupted him: "Let the pranks end here, I hope you put your mind on your studies." 　　Pranks? 　　Perhaps, she was trying to digress, perhaps, she really thought so. 　　Ren Hao didn't know what Gu Yueyin thought, but she had already said this, if she continued to stalk her, she would only fall short, Ren Hao let out a bitter smile, hung his head and excused himself, "Sorry, Ms. Gu, I'll go back first." 　　"Uh-huh." 　　The moment he opened the door, Ren Hao remembered something, and suddenly turned back, "Uh, can you not tell Mr. Xia about this matter, I'm afraid ......" 　　"Calling you individually, I didn't intend to make a big deal out of it." Gu Yueyan flipped open a data book and slowly looked at it, not raising his head, "But if there is a second time, I can't guarantee it." 　　Ren Hao took a deep breath in a depressed mood, "Are you threatening me?" 　　Gu Yueyan's action of flipping the pages of the book came to an abrupt end, her gaze bristling as she hit Ren Hao, "You, you can understand it this way." It could be seen that Gu Yueyan was displeased with her last words. 　　...... 　　Out of love? 　　Then let's drink! 　　This seemed like a logical thing to do. 　　Gu Yueyan's reaction was basically within Ren Hao's expectations, and he couldn't talk about being too sad, but just rightfully felt that he should use alcohol to drown his sorrows. 　　At the mouth of the hutong far from his home, he found a lamb kebab stall, "Twenty kebabs, three big loins, a pack of Red River, and a bottle of Erguotou, the fifty-six-degree kind." 　　Two mouths down, face has become more and more white. Ren Hao grew up with a bad stomach, so drinking is not on the face, but the more you drink, the whiter. 　　After drinking less than half of a bottle of Red Star Erguotou, he basically stood up and wobbled towards home. 　　"Hao, what are you doing?" 　　Ren Hao raised his heavy eyelids in a daze, and saw a plump young woman, "Aunt Rong, didn't you ...... go ...... on a trip?" Wine hiccups, see Fan Qirong a frown, "I just came back in the morning, alas, you drink, right?" 　　Ren Hao a did not stand steadily, hit the wall, he felt quite comfortable, so he smoothly leaned there, "No, did not drink much, hehehe, cluck, also just half a catty." His eyebrows looked slightly satisfied, also, in his previous life, he only drank three taels at most, which was a good battle. 　　Fan Qirong, who was around thirty years old, lived in the west room, and was an old neighbor with Ren Hao's family. 　　She shook her head and sighed as she looked over to the north room, and after pondering for a while, she went up to help Ren Hao and dragged him towards her house, "It's already dark, I think you shouldn't go home tonight, stay here with Auntie Rong." 　　Ren Hao, whose eyes were fuzzy, was dumbfounded, "How can that be?" 　　Fan Qirong covered her mouth and nose with her white palm, "You smell of alcohol, if you go home and your elder brother and sister see you, they will beat you to death, come on, go inside with auntie." Fan Qirong's father and Ren Hao's grandfather were extremely close brothers, so the two families were relatively close. 　　Ren Hao immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "Right, right, thank you Auntie Rong for reminding me." He then remembered that he was barely sixteen years old, and his parents still didn't allow him to drink. 　　Aunt Rong's house wasn't as big as his own, only eight or nine meters. A few pots of plain flowers and plants were placed on the windowsill, and the home was plainly decorated, but exceptionally clean. 　　Fan Qirong helped Ren Hao to lie on the big wooden bed, the spotless white bed sheet was instantly scratched dirty by Ren Hao's shoes, she sighed helplessly, went to the courtyard to receive a basin of fresh water, threw a good towel, and tenderly wiped Ren Hao's drunken face, and grumbled non-stop in her mouth, "You, you, you learn to drink at such a young age, and also drink half a catty at a time, you really don't want to die. " 　　Soft aroma sprayed out from between his lips, Ren Hao squinted his eyes in enjoyment and obediently said, "Auntie Rong, I won't dare to do it next time." 　　Slowly brushing away the messy hair on his forehead, Fan Qirong reminded, "Call Big Sister quickly, or she will be anxious." 　　Ren Hao had a big frame, hiccupping and raising his arm, "Phone." 　　Fan Qirong revealed a bitter smile, and took out her cell phone from her satchel and handed it to him. 　　Ren Hao blinked and pouted, "You dial the number for me." Fan Qirong cried and laughed as she pressed the number, handing him the phone again, Ren Hao craned his neck, signaling Aunt Rong to put the phone on his ear, "Mom, I'm with Jiang Wei's family, so I won't go back today." 　　Zhuo Yuchen on the other end of the phone muttered, "Don't cause trouble for others, don't always play with the computer, remember to go to bed early." 　　"Got it mom." 　　"Hmph, call earlier next time, mom thought something happened to you." 　　Only when the beeping sound sounded did Ren Hao craned his neck and let Auntie Rong take away the cell phone, following which he changed to a comfortable position lying horizontally on the bed. 　　"This kid." Fan Qirong shook her head with a bitter smile. 　　Ren Hao had always given her the impression that he was a mere man, and he was afraid to even talk to himself. But who would have thought that he would change as soon as the wine went down. Looking at his giddy appearance, Fan Qirong couldn't help but smile a little, slowly bending her torso down and taking off his shoes and socks for him, "Hao, be good and go to sleep, once you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine." 　　Wine strengthens one's courage, this seems to be true. 　　Ren Hao rolled over with the strength of wine and looked at her straightly, "Auntie Rong, you, you are so beautiful." 　　Fan Qirong's mature and pretty face flushed with a slight blush, smilingly glaring at him, "If Auntie was pretty, she wouldn't be this old and still unable to get married." 　　Fan Qirong shook the light-colored towel quilt she always covered herself with, and wanted to cover him up. 　　Ren Hao's throat was dry, and on impulse, he blurted out, "Otherwise, I'll marry you."