C5 The Bridal Room Was Filled with Flowers and Candles

Gu Second Young Master was not satisfied. The wedding was a little longer than the scheduled time. His face was dark, as if someone owed him money and had not paid him back.

But at the wedding, who cared if you were Gu Huaimo or not? If you were to drink, you had to drink. If you did not drink, you would feel sorry for yourself.

Then, he skipped the matter of him rushing the plane. When he left the hotel, his footsteps became erratic. When he picked up the phone, his expression became increasingly ugly. He walked in front of Gu Huaiqing and said, "You go home."

"Second Brother, don't you need to go to England?" Gu Huaiqing asked with concern.

Gu Huaimo's face looked even worse. Gu Huaiqing did not say another word and looked at Wei Zi. Sigh, little girl, I wish I had a lot of luck.

In the residential area in the best part of B City. It's autumn now, the house Bai Hua owns that's called noisy, an inch of land is worth a fortune, naturally all the facilities are first-rate.

Gu Huaimo opened the door and said: "I'll give you a bunch of keys, the bedroom is there, the study is on the left, the bathroom is on the right, and the room on the right is a junk room"

Wei Zi sat up straight and did not say a word.

Gu Huaimo looked at her and said with relief, "Go and boil some water to make tea for me. Don't make any noise at home, don't see a speck of dust, and don't have any objections."

"Yes." Gu Huaimo thought of her as Ah Xin.

"Wash yourself clean. Your face looks like a monkey's butt."

Wei Zi was speechless. Gu Huaimo, you are so old-fashioned. To think that you are still an influential person in the Shang Hai.

She washed her face, made tea, and served it to the old-fashioned man. After so many years of living, she understood one thing. Only by pretending to be a bun could she have a smooth sailing journey and avoid suffering.

The old-fashioned man fell asleep on the table. After all, he had drunk quite a lot today. If he drank a large cup of white wine, even a cow would fall down.

"Uh, the tea is here."

He slept soundly and did not move at all.

Wei Zi sighed and gently pulled open the wardrobe to look. Obediently, all the cabinets were filled with his clothes. She only had one small corner. Furthermore, they were all in the style of aunties. She took out her pajamas and put them on. She had already put on makeup early in the morning, so she was already very tired.

When they were sleeping soundly, they felt that their faces were wet and greasy. When she opened her eyes, she almost wanted to punch her. Her new husband was holding her grandpa's face and kissing her.

With a cold shiver, all the sleepiness flew away.

Gu Huaimo held her face and smiled gently.

A thousand-year-old ice face was now as bright as the sun in spring. His fingertips gently caressed her brows and softly called, "Zi."

It was dusk. There was only a thin veil covering the window. The faint yellow light on his face made him look so sentimental. His eyes were as gentle as water. When they were touched, they were as intoxicating as wine. Wei Zi was a little stunned when she saw this. An old-fashioned person could actually be so charming.

It was only when he kissed with the scent of alcohol on the corner of her lips that he bit down on it. It was so numb and itchy that it made Wei Zi's pores stand up.

The way he looked at her was so gentle and misty. Was this the devil like Gu Huaimo? It seemed like he was possessed by a ghost.