Chapter 10 Fan Yirong

　　"Otherwise, I'll marry you." 　　The reason why he said this sentence was not all the effect of alcohol. During the nine years of his crush on Gu Yueyin, Ren Hao didn't fail to hit on other people's ideas, after all, the reality is cruel, for the sake of his parents, he has to marry a daughter-in-law and have a child, so Ren Hao had once put his target on Fan Qirong's body. 　　He still remembered clearly that when he told his mother about this idea, Zhuo Yuchen, who always loved himself, was so furious that he almost made a move with himself, and his father was so angry that he couldn't speak. 　　There were two reasons why they were so agitated. 　　For one, grandfather and Fan Qirong's father were close friends, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the two were blood brothers. Fan Qirong was a generation older than themselves, so naturally they couldn't be together. 　　Secondly, it is Fan Qirong's age, she is more than ten years older than himself, it is really not acceptable to his parents. 　　In this way, Ren Hao's plan of "moving on" was nipped in the bud. 　　"Marry me?" Fan Qirong was obviously stunned there, slowly, her face became ugly, she stared at Ren Hao's eyes, exhaled, and then once again replaced with a gentle smile, her arm gently lifted, and lovingly stroked Ren Hao's face: "Today, you drank, Auntie Rong as if I didn't hear it, but remember, this word can't be blindly said again, if you call big brother and big sister to listen to it, the trouble will be big. " 　　Get! Two confessions in one day were all ignored! 　　Ren Hao gambled like lying down, not saying a word to her. 　　Thought about it carefully, I feel that my current situation is somewhat similar to the flavor of starvation, see a mature young woman would like to confess, alas, the mentality is not good ah. 　　But, who can understand himself? 　　A bachelor for twenty-five years, the desire for affection is not common people can imagine! 　　"Yo, the temper is still quite big." Fan Qirong looked at the sullen him and couldn't help but cover her mouth with a delicate smile, "To say that this alcohol can be really harmful, a child who is usually regular can become like this, huh, tell Auntie Rong, what happened today, why did you drink so much alcohol?" 　　Ren Hao grunted, "I don't know." 　　Seeing that he might be really angry, Fan Qirong squeezed out an inexplicable bitter smile, pulling the sheet over him to cover him tightly, Fang stroked Ren Hao's hair as if she was coaxing a child, "Be a good boy and go to sleep, Auntie Rong is going to work." 　　Turning off the headlamp, she moved to the small writing desk next to him, changed the angle of the desk lamp so as not to affect Ren Hao's sleep, and then, Fan Qirong focused on picking up a dark-green Parker fountain pen, and wrote in this book with a brush. 　　Fan Qirong's current occupation was a writer, and she was only a little famous, but Ren Hao knew that within this year, Fan Qirong would write a workplace novel, and then go all the way to become popular and cross into the ranks of famous writers. 　　In his previous life, the publishing editor's job was only found with the help of Fan Qirong, otherwise Ren Hao, who graduated from the college, would not have been able to apply for the position so smoothly. 　　Ren Hao did not sleep, he tossed and turned for a long time, then he supported his head and looked at Auntie Rong sideways, the mature and plump female body was very tempting, pitifully gulping spit, Ren Hao said expectantly, "Auntie Rong, won't you sleep?" 　　Fan Qirong stopped her pen slightly, "I'm more inspired at night, if it goes well, maybe I'll write until the morning, hmmm, don't mind Auntie Rong, go to sleep by yourself first." 　　"Sleep together, oh no, that, I mean, staying up all night is not good for the body." Ren Hao's excessively pale cheeks from the alcohol stimulation reddened a little, "You should rest earlier." 　　Fan Qirong put down her fountain pen with a light frown on her brow, and after a moment's pause, she picked it up again and continued to write without hitching a ride on her own words. Ren Hao clearly saw that Aunt Rong's afterglow quietly hit towards him, and in her gaze, there was a slightly odd flavor. 　　Brain confused, know was Aunt Rong see through the heart, Ren Hao did not feel too ashamed, lightly cough twice, hurriedly rolled over and went to sleep. 　　...... 　　The next morning. 　　Ren Hao, who had a splitting headache, slowly opened his eyes, and the hot sunlight was already coloring the curtains golden. 　　Ren Hao rubbed his temples, while looking around, the next moment, the memory of last night surfaced in his mind, Ren Hao only felt his face reddened, chagrined and gave himself a slap, regret. 　　What I marry you ah, what sleep together, he remembered all of them! 　　Bad bad bad, alas, you disgraceful thing! How can I get along with Auntie Rong in the future? 　　Lifting up the towel blanket and sitting up, Ren Hao then noticed that Fan Qirong was buried on the writing desk, already in a deep sleep, thinking that this position would not be good, alas, he blamed himself for giving her such a big trouble. 　　Ren Hao guiltily climbed up, not even bothering to put on his shoes, walked to Auntie Rong's side and stabbed her shoulder, gently calling out, "Auntie Rong, go to bed and sleep." 　　Fan Qirong turned around and yawned, looking at him with fuzzy eyes, "Sobered up? That's good, well, wait for Auntie to make you breakfast, what do you want to eat?" Strongly bracing his tired body, he stood up. 　　"No, no." Ren Hao was touched, waving his hands and refusing, "Yesterday was all my fault, alas, you rest quickly, sleeping on your back is not good for the cervical vertebrae." 　　Fan Qirong smoothed her messy long hair, "Alright then, next time don't drink so much wine, it's heartbreaking to watch." 　　Ren Hao put on his shoes and couldn't stop nodding his head, "Thank you Auntie Rong, I'm really sorry for giving you trouble yesterday." 　　"Oh, why are you still polite with Auntie Rong?" Casually picking up a hairpin and plopping up her hair, Auntie Rong tiredly sat down on the edge of the bed, "I've always treated you as my own child." Ren Hao always felt that Fan Qirong's words had a deeper meaning, perhaps implying that he should not hit her. 　　...... 　　After a few steps back home, Ren Hao opened his computer with a heavy heart and flipped through his mailboxes one by one. 　　As he was about to move, Ren Hao had to consider the issue of money. However, the script to BANDAI had been sent for several days, and there was just no reply ah. 　　DEATH-NOTE had already proved under practice that the anime was promising, and it was impossible for BANDAI to look the other way. 　　Could it be that they want to produce the movie privately without their consent? 　　I don't think so, BANDAI is also a big company, so they won't be without credit. 　　Then there was another possibility, that is, BANDAI might not have gotten their email. Ren Hao suddenly remembered, he sent the script text but Chinese, not to mention the Bandai side there is no one who can read Chinese, the text can not be sent normally is a problem, very often, the Chinese and Japanese exchange of emails will be turned into a gibberish mess. 　　Ren Hao will not be Japanese, can only try to use that half-assed English level 4 translation.