Chapter 353: Why are hedgehogs prone to pregnancy? (8,000 words, asking for monthly tickets)

Who?

Zhang Mingrui doubted his ears for a moment.

He felt he might have misheard, or misunderstood, connecting a name with a very similar pronunciation to a character impression that flashed through his mind.

Kong Xiangsheng seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and continued with that complex expression: "It's that Chen Nuo, the one who acts. You don't know he graduated from here?"

Zhang Mingrui said: "I know, just..."

He didn't finish his sentence, not knowing how to continue.

Who Chen Nuo was, he was clearly aware.

When he went to buy the Cayenne, his poster was posted in the Porsche 4S store.

The salesperson selling the car at the time also very proudly told him that Porsche was the only new China-region endorsement he had taken in recent years, and it was also the next car advertisement after he abandoned BMW, which showed the quality of Porsche.

He had also stared at the sentence "Unique Chen Nuo, Unique Porsche" on the Porsche poster for a long time.

Such a person, the relationship between him and Wang Aiping... how to describe it?

It was still his father's former good friend, whom he called Uncle Yu.

After that time, Uncle Yu never came to his house as a guest again.

He was 9 years old at the time, and his understanding of this world was still at a half-understanding age.

Once, he took the Transformer Uncle Yu gave him and asked his father.

The answer he finally got was a nonchalant sentence: "Which Uncle Yu... oh, you mean him... he..."

The tone was as flat as chatting about an unrelated passerby, and there was no follow-up afterwards.

That sentence still echoes in his ears to this day, blurry yet clear.

The memory stopped abruptly.

Because Kong Xiangsheng seemed to understand his mood very well, he spoke again, bringing him back from his trance: "I can only say, this person, cherishes old feelings. In today's society, how many people can do that? Not to mention he only studied at this school for a year; counting it up, Wang Laoshi only taught him for a few short months. But he actually still remembers to come back to visit his teacher. Many brothers and friends who have known each other for decades can't do this. Many people fly high and reach greatness, and don't even recognize their former brothers. Don't you think so?"

Zhang Mingrui felt a bit uncomfortable. He didn't want to talk anymore.

He didn't answer, pretending to stand on tiptoe and look into the office: "Is the person still inside?"

"Yes, still there. The principal went out to eat, and it's estimated he will be back in 20 minutes. He called just now, telling Wang Laoshi, Vice Principal Meng, and the others to make sure to keep the person."

"What are they doing inside now?"

"Don't know, probably chatting."

"Why are hedgehogs prone to pregnancy? Because there are many thorns on their backs."

This cold joke by Linghu made Chen Nuo laugh all the way from Long'an to Anxiang.

"I didn't expect you to be a deadpan comedian; count me as worrying unnecessarily." Chen Nuo said with a smile.

Linghu didn't laugh with him, a trace of distress appearing on his dark, thin face: "Chen Zong, can I trouble you to talk to Sister Pan, really, no need."

Chen Nuo leaned back in his seat: "I can't say that. Don't look for me."

"... Chen Zong, I still want to drive for you."

"Just asked you to go on a blind date, not that you can't drive anymore. The main thing is that I'm going to take the driver's license test in two days, and I should be able to get it this month. You'll be free then too. To be honest, Old Ling, how long have you been divorced? Ten years, right? You should find someone too."

"But..."

"Don't 'but' anymore, my mom's taste should be pretty good, you go see first and then talk."

"... Sigh, alright."

Pan Chengrong had actually mentioned finding a partner for Linghu a long time ago, and even Chen Bicheng occasionally talked to Chen Nuo about it solemnly on the phone.

Taking this opportunity to get things done, finding a woman for this driver, preferably settling down, taking root in Long'an, having a wife and children, Chen Nuo really felt it was very necessary.

It wasn't to make the relationship between people so complicated, but he himself was really too complicated.

As Chen Nuo's status rose, the interests he bore became heavier and heavier, and he wasn't some saint who didn't eat the food of the world; if his messy affairs between men and women were really shaken out, I'm afraid "Oriental Horizon" wouldn't be able to cover it.

In this way, the few people close to him became particularly critical. Qi Yuntian was tied to his interests and had long been a grasshopper on the same rope, so there was no need to worry.

But what about Linghu?

As the saying goes, no one knows the leader better than the driver; to investigate the leader, start with the driver.

Linghu had been with him for these years and knew many of his affairs. Loyalty was certainly there, but human hearts, who could guarantee that? Relying solely on changing from a monthly salary to an annual salary wasn't safe enough; one had to find a way from the root.

Finding a reliable woman to tie him down was more reliable than any temptation of money.

Therefore, no matter if Linghu was willing or not, he had to go on this blind date. And it was best to get the marriage done during this vacation; it couldn't be dragged out.

At 3 minutes past 11 in the morning, Linghu drove the car directly to the gate of Anxiang Vocational High School.

Before getting out of the car, Chen Nuo specifically looked at his newly bought iPhone 4.

He remembered that vocational high school students finished class at 12 noon, and teachers were even later.

So Old Wang should still be at work.

Meeting then, eating a meal together at noon, and having him help check Wang Zhihan's home address in the afternoon, the schedule should be just right.

No matter how successful a person is, when returning to their alma mater to visit teachers, Chen Nuo felt that as long as they hadn't become an immortal, they probably wouldn't put on any airs. So, naturally, he wouldn't do any "star standard" things—the "three-piece set" of sunglasses, masks, and hats.

He let Linghu find a place to park, and after contacting by phone later, he put on a pair of sunglasses and got out of the car.

Quite coincidentally, he actually recognized the security guard uncle at the gate. His surname was Si, and he had caught him climbing over the wall to skip class to go to an internet cafe in both his past and present lives.

However, he was a good person, and every time he would criticize and educate them on the spot before telling them to pay attention to safety and come back early.

Obviously, a few years had passed, and Master Si was still that not-too-strict-and-responsible, but very sharp-eyed person.

From the moment Linghu drove Chen Bicheng's Mercedes S350 and stopped at the school gate, Master Si's eyes might have been fixed on it.

By the time Chen Nuo just walked to the school gate, Master Si had already walked out of the security room with a thermos cup.

The sun was quite bright, and Master Si squinted his eyes to look at him, looking for a while, his face showing a bit of uncertainty.

Chen Nuo smiled, took off his glasses, and smiled: "Master Si, do you still recognize me?"

As soon as he made this move, Security Guard Si was like seeing something dirty, his hand shook, and the water cup almost fell to the ground, stuttering: "Are you that, that..."

Chen Nuo pointed his finger upward and smiled: "Yes, the one written on the banner, Chen Nuo. Studied here a few years ago."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." Old Si's mouth was like a machine gun, saying "yes" I don't know how many times, "Didn't you go to be a star? Why did you come here?"

Chen Nuo laughed: "I came to see our head teacher, Wang Laoshi, can I go in?"

No.

For outsiders like him to enter the school gate during class time, a teacher must come out to receive them.

This was a strict rule after the new principal of the vocational high school took office, because something happened just during this period, so for the safety of the students, it was implemented more strictly.

Master Si explained a little, and then comforted: "But you are definitely okay. I will call our captain immediately and tell him to find Director Wang of the Dean of Students office. You register first."

"Oh." Chen Nuo naturally didn't know who Director Wang was, and since he said he had to register, he walked over and started writing in the visitor registration book on the table at the door.

Name, Chen Nuo. Occupation, actor. Reason for visit, visiting teacher. Contact person...

"Master, what should I fill in for this contact person?" Chen Nuo shouted into the security room.

Master Si's phone call didn't seem to have gone through, he stretched his head to look, and replied: "That doesn't need to be filled in."

Alright then. Chen Nuo skipped it, finally wrote a phone number, and finished.

Just as he stood up after finishing writing, he heard an "ah" sound from the side.

Chen Nuo turned his head and saw a strange woman wearing a sun hat and sunglasses covering her face stopped there on an electric scooter. Looking at her dress, her age shouldn't be small, mostly a teacher. She was two meters away from him, her feet supporting the ground, her mouth open as if she were about to swallow something.

Chen Nuo immediately greeted: "Hello, teacher."

"You, you, you are Chen Nuo, right? Why did you run here?"

"I came to see our head teacher, Wang Aiping."

"Ah! You are looking for Director Wang?"

The female teacher got off the car, almost forgetting to put down the kickstand, and the electric scooter swayed and almost fell to the ground. She didn't care that the car was stuck in the middle of the school gate, rushed over in three steps and two, first glanced at the registration book, and then looked Chen Nuo up and down: "You... you are registering?"

"Yes."

The female teacher was stunned, and the expression covered by the sunglasses made people unable to guess what she was thinking.

Then, she grabbed the registration book, lowered her head, and stared at the crooked words Chen Nuo wrote.

After reading, under Chen Nuo's dumbfounded gaze, she cleanly tore off that page, folded it a few times, stuffed it into her pocket, and said calmly: "No need, why register when you come. Let's go, I'll take you in."

Chen Nuo glanced at the security room, a bit confused about who to listen to.

Fortunately, at this time, Old Si poked his head out from inside, and as soon as he saw the female teacher, he seemed to be relieved: "Principal Meng, you came just in time. Chen Nuo came to find Director Wang."

Chen Nuo's heart skipped a beat; when he was studying, the principal's surname was Wu, an old man, why did it change to such a young female leader now?

"Vice." The female teacher seemed to see his doubts, smiled at him, took off her sunglasses, revealing a face in her forties, and reached out her hand, "Meng Xiaohui, just transferred here last year. Chen Nuo, you are very famous."

Chen Nuo hurriedly reached out and shook: "Hello, Principal Meng."

Vice Principal Meng's smile wasn't exaggerated, but she felt very happy, turned to Old Si and said: "Master Si, this is the style of Xiliu Camp. I'll tell your captain later, I'll add a bonus to you this month. Let's go, Chen Nuo, I'll take you in."

What does this mean? What Xiliu Camp?

Not to mention Chen Nuo, who was uncultured and didn't understand, a trace of confusion also flashed on Old Si's face.

But hearing the bonus part in the second half, his old face immediately bloomed with joy; this was true happiness, nodding and bowing: "Thank you, Principal Meng, thank you! This is all what I, Old Si, should do, I will continue to guard the school gate well in the future."

No need to continue being exposed to the sun, Chen Nuo also secretly rejoiced, greeted Master Si, and followed Vice Principal Meng into the school gate.

Seeing that she was about to take him upstairs directly, Chen Nuo kindly reminded: "Principal Meng, are you just leaving your electric scooter there?"

Vice Principal Meng glanced back at the car, her eyes looking like she was looking at a burden that was holding her back, and threw the key into the security room: "Master Si, help me park it."

After speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, took out her phone from her pocket and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, the call was connected: "Hello, Principal Wu? I'm Meng Xiaohui. This is what happened, Chen Nuo came to school today, and he is right next to me now, he is here to see Director Wang. Do you have time? Do you want to come over?"

"Yes, it is... it is him, it really is him."

"I didn't see wrong, he is right next to me, about an arm's length away from me."

"He said he came to see Director Wang."

"Just him alone."

Vice Principal Meng was making a phone call while frequently glancing over, making Chen Nuo feel a bit uncomfortable.

However, he quickly reacted—he seemed to have not dealt with people outside the circle for a while.

What is called being detached from society? This is called being detached from society.

Just as Li Er told him at the beginning, after a person becomes famous, rich, and powerful, it is inevitable that their social circle will be distanced from ordinary people.

Actors like them, after becoming famous, in order to avoid trouble, sometimes even actively alienate the outside world.

Over time, they wrap themselves in an information cocoon,

their perception becomes chaotic, their sensibility becomes numb, and they think they are right.

If he thinks his life will be like this, and the remaining days will be spent making money on his current fame, then it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the awards he has won are enough to be hung high like the banners in the vocational high school, and they won't fall off for half a lifetime.

Besides, he still has fans.

Even if he acts like a pile of dog shit, so what?

There will always be someone to wash the ground for him.

But then again, as long as he still feels the road ahead is not finished, as long as he, Chen Nuo, has not become the king of the world,

he must be clear-headed.

After all, even the person who shouted "I am the king of the world,"

has now pushed away all film offers, is holding his breath in the United States, immersing himself in the role, and studying acting,

determined to compete with him in the next play, to prove that he is not a vase, and can also win an Oscar with strength.

Then, he must face a difficult and complex problem: how to deal with the people around him, how to respond to their enthusiasm, how to integrate into them, and return to their world.

Because in the next play, he is no longer a hero like Cobb who transcends the world,

he is a "Ching Chong" in the eyes of Americans,

a Chinaman despised by others, a slave kneeling at the feet of the Qing Dynasty,

a coolie enduring humiliation under the whip of the foreign masters,

a cunning and oily slicker,

a petty person who is busy with petty gains,

a maggot crawling in the gutter.

If he cannot act out this distortion and resilience in the bottom-level human nature,

how can he make people feel the pleasure of blood splashing and the sweetness of revenge eating the heart?

If he is still playing with himself in his own world, he will always be just an empty shell entertaining himself.

When Chen Nuo was immersed in his own thoughts, Vice Principal Meng's phone call was finished, and they walked to the first floor of the office building, where several teachers walked out together.

As soon as they saw Meng Xiaohui, several people turned around in unison as if they had hit a wall.

However, one young female teacher turned slowly, because next to Principal Meng, there was a tall boy, although dressed plainly, in a tracksuit and casual pants, similar to the students in the school, but...

That face.

The female teacher looked at it, and looked again.

Both hands suddenly covered her mouth, and she let out an "oh."

This was undoubtedly a fame bonus; Chen Nuo remembered that when he was studying here, Wang Laoshi had just graduated from Chuan Normal University and came to teach them English. Every time he saw him in class, his eyes were not eyes, his eyebrows were not eyebrows, and he had never looked up to him like this.

His mentality had turned around now, and he really treated himself like a student, not awkward at all, smiling and waving his hand: "Hello, Wang Laoshi. Still remember me?"

Well, as soon as he spoke, the other three people of the early-leaving quartet who had encountered the leader also turned around all of a sudden.

"Chen Nuo!?"

Wang Laoshi called out.

"For me, filming is definitely simpler than studying."

"Actually, there is no talent or not, it's just good luck, bumping into a few good scripts."

"Tired is really tired, sometimes filming for more than ten hours a day, and at night when I go back, my brain is still going over the lines, and I can't sleep at all. Of course, it can't be compared with the period of the college entrance examination, haha."

"The most unforgettable scene? Just this time going to XJ, driving a snowmobile at minus 20 degrees in the ice and snow, almost lost my life."

"Hahaha, her? She has things to do in Jingcheng, didn't come back. Teacher Lin, since you said so, then I'll ask her for an autograph and mail it to you. Promise kept."

"As for future plans, for the time being, I still want to try more different roles; acting, I think there must always be a sense of freshness."

"The entertainment circle in the US is actually the same as ours, I think the whole world is actually the same."

Chen Nuo opened his heart and sat in the office waiting for Wang Aiping; it actually didn't count as the chatting Teacher Kong told Zhang Mingrui, but playing a Q&A, even as if he were holding a small press conference here temporarily.

However, a vocational high school is a school after all, and teachers are also educated people with undergraduate degrees or higher, absolutely different from those reporter paparazzi who may not have graduated from elementary school and only care about the lower three paths.

The teachers' questions were quite civilized, no gossip, at most a female teacher made a joke, saying she liked the Little Dragon Maiden played by Liu Yifei, and wanted him to help ask for an autograph.

The rest were all concerned about his acting career and future plans.

If press conferences could all be so positive, Chen Nuo wouldn't mind contacting reporters more.

It's a pity, just look at the messy questions asked by airport reporters and you'll know. So, unless he has an exhibitionist tendency, it is absolutely impossible for him to get along with the media.

The teachers in the office chatted with Chen Nuo for about 10 minutes, and Wang Aiping came back.

As soon as he saw Old Wang, the images Chen Nuo remembered flooded in like a tide.

His relationship with Wang Aiping had actually always been quite good. Whether it was the previous life or this life.

When he was sixteen or seventeen, he suffered a lot of criticism, went far away alone to Anxiang to study, and at the beginning, he was almost hovering on the edge of depression.

If it weren't for Wang Aiping calling him to the office every three days to find excuses, giving him reasons, chatting about life, and doing psychological massage, who knows what would have happened later?

He would attend the class reunion of his previous life, 90% because of Old Wang's face. That was how he knew about Wang Zhihan's matter.

That month exam he scored over 600 points, why did he excitedly run to the office to ask Old Wang how to apply for Tsinghua and Peking University?

If the relationship with the teacher wasn't solid, which student would dare to be so reckless? Wang Aiping told him to go back and memorize vocabulary at the time, and he was still unconvinced. Thinking about it now, that was definitely wronging Old Wang.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, hadn't seen each other for a long time, Chen Nuo gave Old Wang a big hug as soon as he saw him.

Wang Aiping's teary-eyed look made everyone in the office laugh for a while.

Chen Nuo had already entrusted Vice Principal Meng to let the student department check Wang Zhihan's information, and when Old Wang came in, he already had it in his hand.

However, it was obviously inappropriate to just pat his butt and leave, so he stayed for a while longer and met the newly appointed vocational high school principal.

After chatting with the principal, taking a group photo, and declining the invitation to dinner and to give a report at the school, he left with Wang Aiping.

In the eyes of the principal, teachers, and some onlookers, they walked to the school gate and got into the car Linghu drove to pick them up.

Wang Aiping looked back at the crowd at the school gate and sighed: "Fortunately, this is dismissal time, and the students have all returned to the dormitory. If the students knew at ordinary times, I don't know what it would be like."

Chen Nuo also knew that whether in the US or China, his main fan base was students, especially in places like vocational high schools, chasing stars was simply more mainstream than studying. Why didn't that enthusiastic principal keep him longer? It was because his identity was not suitable for a long stay.

You know, although the teachers were told not to spread the news of his arrival, it still leaked out unknowingly, causing many boys and girls who should have been sleeping in the dormitory during lunch break to move upon hearing the news and gather on the playground.

If he hadn't left quickly just now, and not many people had gathered, plus Master Si and a few security guards tried their best to open the way, how could he have gotten into the car so easily?

If a stampede really happened, that would be trouble.

He smiled, didn't say much about this, turned his head and asked: "Wang Laoshi, let's go, let's find a place to eat, I'll treat you."

"Alright, let's go to that..." Wang Aiping agreed immediately, but halfway through, he was suddenly stunned and patted his forehead, "No, no, I forgot, there's something to do at noon!"

Zhang Mingrui was driving his Cayenne at this moment, actually following behind Chen Nuo's S350 all along. When Wang Aiping followed Chen Nuo into the car, he was at most three meters away from them. He tried to shout "Uncle Wang," but in that noisy environment, how could Wang Aiping hear him?

"Yes, your dad got into Chen Nuo's car... What? You want to come over? But I don't know where they are going either, I'm following... Or, you call your dad and ask?"

The result didn't need to be asked; as soon as Zhang Mingrui and Wang Yue's call hung up, Wang Aiping's call came in.

"What? Good, good, good, I'll tell my dad or Yueyue right now... Good, good... By the way, or should we go to Long'an? Anxiang really doesn't have any good places, I'm afraid... Fine, fine, then let's go there. Uncle Wang, you let him follow me."

After hanging up with Wang Aiping, Zhang Mingrui's face flushed, and he hurriedly dialed Wang Yue again, telling her that Chen Nuo was going to eat with them. Listening to his girlfriend screaming on the other end, he felt the same way. That's right, after chatting with his girlfriend, he immediately dialed another number.

"Brother An, where are you... Oh, in Chengdu, what a pity, I originally wanted to call you to eat... I'm in Anxiang, meeting my girlfriend's dad for a meal... Hahaha, what's inappropriate, what's our relationship."

"... However, this time it's mainly because I have a brother who came back from Jingcheng, and I want to introduce you to him."

"Not a big shot... a Chen Nuo, do you know him?"

"............... Hahaha, that's that Chen Nuo."

"........................ Hahahahahaha, no, no, I'm really not joking with you, didn't I tell you? My girlfriend's dad is Chen Nuo's teacher."

"... Yes, Anxiang Vocational High School, Chen Nuo came to see him today, and we're eating together by the way. Since you're busy, then I have to... Forget it, forget it, Brother An, it's too far, he has things to do after eating later, next time, next time..."

"... Haha, no, no, I've only met him a few times, ordinary friends, nothing to brag about... Hi, all ordinary people, I went to Jingcheng before and asked him to go for a foot massage together... Hahahahaha, fine, must call you next time."

"Good, haha, hanging up."

This phone call made Zhang Mingrui feel extremely refreshed.

On the other end of the phone was the biological son of a certain leader in Long'an, whom he usually had to call "Brother," and the other party just talked to him casually.

Listening to the feeling of being looked at with admiration on the other end this time, Zhang Mingrui was really refreshed.

"It's getting slower and slower in front." Linghu turned his head and said.

Chen Nuo didn't care and replied: "It's okay, follow slowly. Wang Laoshi, continue."

Wang Aiping knew it was very inappropriate. How could a teacher complain to a former student as soon as they met? To put it ugly, if the other party thought he was reaching out for something, that would be even more embarrassing.

However, he knew Chen Nuo wasn't that kind of person.

The hug when they first met let him know that the person in front of him hadn't changed.

At that moment, it wasn't just Chen Nuo's memories that flooded his heart; Wang Aiping was the same.

He even remembered some details that Chen Nuo might not even remember.

When they first met, he was wearing a flashy outfit, all alone, carrying a bag.

The moment Wang Aiping looked at him, he felt that this child was different from the hopeless playboy in the rumors who relied on his family's money and did whatever he wanted.

In the year of getting along afterwards, this intuition was also verified.

Indeed, this teenager was very messy in his relationships with men and women, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he loved one after another; if it were before, it would definitely be enough for a hooligan crime.

But Wang Aiping noticed that those girls he had "toyed with," even after breaking up, rarely spoke ill of him, let alone caused any trouble.

Including after Chen Nuo became famous, logically speaking, a bunch of high school ex-girlfriends could just explode some material, and the internet should have been full of black material long ago. But years passed, and not a single one actually stood up to speak ill of him and could be verified.

For Wang Aiping, this was not surprising.

Because in the year he taught him, he had long felt that although this boy was promiscuous, he had a rare sincerity and sense of proportion in his bones.

This complex human nature was the reason Wang Aiping was willing to open his heart to him—he believed Chen Nuo could understand his bitterness and wouldn't misunderstand.

"Actually, it's nothing big; it can only be said that every family has its own difficult scriptures."

"And I said these things, Chen Nuo, because I want to thank you."

"I, as a father, am useless; talking about money, I can't afford a tire in a lifetime of earning. Similarly, without money, marrying off a daughter is also losing face. Wanting to spend money to buy a car as a dowry, I have to be looked down upon."

"So I really..."

"So, today you can come to see me, can accompany me to eat this meal, I really..."

"... really thank you, thank you."

When Zhang Mingrui arrived at the parking lot of the hotel his family had booked for noon today, he had made a full four or five phone calls.

The seven people on the other side of the phone were all his friends and brothers, either with money at home or power at home.

It took almost half an hour in total, but Zhang Mingrui didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he was radiant.

He even felt that he wouldn't get tired of making seventy such calls.

As a result, after parking the car and preparing to push the car door to get down, he was suddenly stunned—this friend Chen Nuo, it seemed he had to make friends with him no matter what.

Zhang Mingrui felt a trace of regret in his heart; if he had known, he wouldn't have bragged so much.

Invite Chen Nuo out to eat?

Fuck his mother, how to invite him?

Although they were all from Long'an, he was a big shot who had been on Oriental Horizon and was named and praised by the News Broadcast.

What is he, Zhang Mingrui?

Their Zhang family, his dad Zhang Ke, Longsheng Real Estate had been in real estate for more than ten years, but as a result, they were suppressed by Xinnuo Real Estate, which was transformed by a certain coal boss, in many things. Why is this?

When supporting the municipal government to buy land, his family bought more than the Chen family!

But why are Xinnuo Real Estate's buildings now, from planning and design to pre-sale permits, all green lights, and the people they meet are all people's servants?

And when their Longsheng Real Estate sent people to handle things, big or small, the people they met were all temporary workers?

Why?

Isn't it because of him!

The person returned to Long'an for a few days and left, going to the US and Europe for a few more years, he bragged, how can this be taken back?

Fuck!

In the subsequent meal, the Zhang family and the Wang family, plus an outsider who broke in rashly, the three parties ate a meal together, and the atmosphere at the table could definitely be counted as harmonious.

Especially when Chen Nuo said that he would also come when Wang Yue and the others held their wedding,

not only was Wang Aiping's daughter Wang Yue overjoyed, but Zhang Mingrui was so happy he almost jumped up.

Didn't say anything, and afterwards respectfully toasted Wang Aiping.

With this, all problems were solved. With Chen Nuo coming to attend the wedding, the bragging he did among those fox friends would never be broken in a lifetime.

However, he was a graduate of Cardiff University in the UK, top 200, so he wasn't stupid, knowing there was a prerequisite for this—he had to serve his father-in-law well. Otherwise, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

Just when the two prospective newlyweds were looking forward to the glory of the wedding day, wishing they could register tomorrow and hold 200 tables the day after tomorrow,

Zhang Mingrui's old man Zhang Ke asked Chen Nuo another thing.

Upon learning that he would stay in Long'an for more than a month or even two months, the "turtle son" in Chen Bicheng's mouth didn't say anything, just nodded steadily, with no waves on his face.

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