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Chapter 390 Have You Ever Moved to Me?

Ning Youan didn't answer, and drank the wine with her hand. The wine smelled very fragrant, but when he drank it, it tasted bitter in his mouth, like old medicinal wine, with a sour and rotten taste.

Hanyan tilted her head and looked at him with bright eyes, "Does it taste good?"

Ning Youan nodded slowly.

"Then drink some more." Han Yan picked up the wine bottle and filled another glass, feeding him wine while humming a tune.

"There is a tree named Dangui, which has a fragrant fragrance all year round.

The flowers are bright with snow at night, and the leaves are green with clouds in spring.

The wind shadow is as clear as water, and the frost branches are as cold as jade.

It occupies the tranquility of the hill and does not allow ordinary birds to stay."

It's a very sad tune that makes people feel depressed and sad.

Ning Youan raised his arms and took her into his arms, interrupting her singing and saying, "Let's change it to a happier one."

Han Yan nodded, changed his tone, and sang: "The person in front of the silver mirror is like jade, and the oriole's pillow whispers like flowers..."

It is a wedding song, with a relaxed and cheerful melody. Listening to the delicate and soft voice, you can seem to see the young and beautiful bride dressing up in front of the mirror and waiting for the arrival of her beloved.

When he sang the last line of "Silver Candles and Gold Cups Reflect Green Eyebrows", Han Yan was caught off guard and burst into tears, and his voice became even louder.

Ning Youan smiled and wiped her tears and joked: "Why are you still crying? Do you want to get married?"

She was silent with a cigarette in her hand, holding a glass and pouring wine again. The moment she raised the glass, she suddenly asked: "Ning Youan, do you love me?"

"Why do you suddenly ask about this?" Ning Youan lowered his eyebrows and smiled, took the wine glass in her hand and drank it down in one gulp, "Sing me another song."

There was a flash of disappointment in Han Yan's eyes, but he quickly adjusted his state, leaned on his shoulder and began to sing.

That night, the singing in the room never stopped.

It wasn't until the maid knocked on the door to remind him that Ning You'an put down his wine glass and called to stop.

Tuanzi diligently brought a food box, which contained fish and shrimp caught by the host's family from the river. They were freshly fried and had a fragrant aroma.

Ning Youan washed his hands and went to the table to eat. He still smoked and sat in front of the window in a daze, looking at the sparse stars in the sky. His eyes were wet, and tears fell again.

Tuanzi glanced at her wiping away tears and was surprised but didn't know what to do. He kept winking at Ning Youan, but Ning Youan kicked him in the butt and kicked him out like a ball.

"Han Yan, let me tell you a story, my story."

Ning Youan put down his chopsticks and spoke slowly, "I started taking over my family's business when I was fifteen. Every time I went to the store to inspect, I would pass by an oil stall. The stall owner had a daughter who was about the same age as me.

She loves to laugh, and a pair of small pear dimples are always exposed on her cheeks..."

His voice was very calm, so quiet that it seemed as if he was telling someone else's story, "From then on, I never wanted to fall in love again. It's too heartbreaking and too taxing on the brain."

He still prefers playing the game of flowers, where he doesn't have to give his sincerity. He only needs a mouth with a bright tongue and a few banknotes to get twice the happiness.

How happy and wanton.

He turned around and looked at Hanyan gently: "You know, we can't achieve perfection."

How can a person and a ghost have a future?

"So are you saying goodbye to me?" Han Yan bit his lip, pretending to be calm, but his red eyes betrayed his emotions.

Ning Youan breathed in, as if he couldn't bear it, "No. If you agree, stay with me from now on. I can ensure that you have enough food and clothing."

After a moment of pause, he took another breath and said, "If you don't agree, just leave. It just so happens that the Ning family is on the cusp of a storm. Leaving now can save a lot of trouble."

Hanyan stood up and walked up to him step by step. Her eyes were moist and turned pale by the light, like a cluster of gardenias that had failed to bloom.

"Ning You'an." Hanyan called out his name tremblingly, grabbing the hem of his clothes with her palms so hard that veins popped out on the back of her hands, "Have you ever had feelings for me?"

Ning Youan held the hand on the corner of his clothes and replied without thinking: "Of course."

Hanyan felt relieved. Before he could finish his breath, he heard his calm and almost cruel voice: "You know, I have never been able to resist beautiful girls."

She suddenly felt like vomiting while holding a cigarette, wanted to vomit when she heard his voice, wanted to vomit when she saw his face, every detail of these days made her sick.

It was obvious that she was the one who set up the game. They were in love and had a close relationship like a newlywed couple in the chess game. But in the end, they had to tell her that everything was fake and she was the only one involved in the game.

How ridiculous!

How ridiculous!

She broke away from Ning Youan's hand, pushed open the door and ran away in embarrassment, with a decisive attitude.

Tuanzi poked his head out of the house and asked him in surprise: "Master, why did she leave?"

Ning Youan picked up the chopsticks and continued eating the fish, and replied numbly: "I was sad and left."

"Then will she come back?" Tuanzi asked casually, not knowing why.

Ning Youan stopped picking up the food, and his eyes were full of sadness and loss, "If you are sad, you won't come back. How come you haven't understood women after so many years?"

"But..." Tuanzi wanted to ask why, but when he saw his sad look, he covered his mouth very wisely.

On the contrary, Ning Youan couldn't control his emotions and started to ramble: "I am a human and she is a ghost. Even if we overcome all difficulties and get together, how long will it take?"

"Besides, the Ning family is in a critical situation now. She will only suffer if she follows me. The world is so big that there is no place where she can stay and no one can make her happy. Why must she hang herself on a crooked tree like mine?"

"So you also know that you are a tree with a crooked neck." Tuanzi curled his lips and answered.

Ning Youan raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes, "Put your butt out."

Tuanzi's anus tightened, and he stepped back grunting, "What's wrong with me? I didn't say anything, why did you kick me?"

Ning Youan didn't talk nonsense to him, he just raised his leg and kicked him, "You are so brave, you dare to scold the master... I am a crooked-necked tree, who are you?"

"I am the twig on the crooked neck tree. I specialize in hanging beauties for you. Look how strong I am. I can hang eight on one twig!"

Ning Youan raised his leg and kicked him again: "Go, go, go!"

That night, Ning Youan ate three plates of river fresh food by himself and drank a large can of osmanthus wine. He was so drunk that he fell unconscious. He lay under the table and vomited and made a fuss. In the end, Tuanzi dragged him to the bed at the risk of his butt blossoming.

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The next day, he was woken up by a bucket of cold water. Ning's father stood at the head of the bed with his arms akimbo, eyes wide as if he wanted to eat him in one bite.

Ning's mother stood between the two of them, and threw her clothes on his head with a dark face, "Quickly put on your clothes, the searchers are coming, let's go hide in the mountains."

"Is this coming?" Ning Youan was stunned.

"Open your eyes and see what time it is now? If I don't call you, are you going to sleep until the next life?" Ning's father pointed to the bright sun outside and wanted to curse again as he spoke.

Ning Youan wiped off the water stains on his face and replied nonchalantly: "If I can really sleep until the next life, I will be reborn in a good child and go to the royal family to be the noble prince, not your son."

One sentence made Father Ning's face turn green again.
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