Gu Anxi looked at him, then quietly said after a mont, "Did I not ntion that Mr. He is my ntor?"
Bo Xichen lightly raised one hand, as though he wanted to touch her hair, but considering Mr. He was in the back seat, he put his hand down. With a slight smile, he responded, "It seems you haven’t."
Gu Anxi nodded. "Well, now you know."
Unable to listen any longer, Mr. He from the backseat interjected, "Xichen, you can get going now. You know you’re parked illegally, right?"
Bo Xichen turned to look at Mr. He. "Shall I take you to the hotel first then?"
Stroking his chin, Mr. He coughed lightly. "Isn’t there any other form of entertainnt? For example, having a little drink would be very nice."
Gu Anxi stated bluntly, "Your wife told you not to drink."
"You troubleso child, why do you always side with your master’s wife, that tigress! I was suffocating in Beicheng, and it was the considerate Xichen who invited here." Mr. He looked toward Bo Xichen. "What do you say?"
Bo Xichen smiled. "I’m happy to oblige."
He suddenly asked Gu Anxi, "Can you drive?"
Gu Anxi was puzzled.
As he opened the car door, he said, "I had a few drinks earlier. Let’s switch; you drive. Put on your coat when you get out."
Gu Anxi was speechless. He had just driven a short distance!
Mr. He was in exceptionally good spirits. After they switched places, he said with a grin, "See, Xichen, I told you that was illegal parking. And you don’t need to go to all the trouble of getting out to switch seats. You could have just pulled her over. Just pretend this old man isn’t here, isn’t here at all."
Gu Anxi glanced at her ntor in the rearview mirror. The highly respected Mr. He surprisingly said no more, but Bo Xichen smiled. "I’ll take Mr. He’s suggestion next ti."
After glancing at him, Gu Anxi started the car. The sleek, expensive sports car sped through the night like a shooting star.
Finally, the sports car stopped in front of a bar.
The Emperor.
When Mr. He got out of the car, his face was ruddy and beaming, and he felt his whole body brimming with vitality, as if he’d instantly beco younger.
Normally, he seed detached from worldly desires, but that was an image others had imposed on him, forcing him to cultivate a disciplined life.
Mr. He exclaid with a sigh, "Qingcheng is a wonderful place, perfect for retirent!"
Then, very gratified, he added, "You’re still the filial one, child. But don’t you tell your master’s wife, alright?"
Gu Anxi muttered softly, "I’m more worried you’ll be the one to tell my master’s wife."
If my master’s wife found out, she and Mr. He would both be skinned alive!
Bo Xichen was still rather surprised—if Gu Anxi was Mr. He’s disciple, then that ant she was Luo Lin. And Luo Lin’s masterpiece, *Se*, was currently hanging above the headboard in his bedroom.
At this thought, his gaze upon her intensified by several degrees.
It was really her!
What else was there about her that he didn’t know!
Gu Anxi sensed his gaze and looked over. "What’s the matter, Professor Bo?"
Bo Xichen smiled. "It’s nothing, just rembered sothing from the past."
Saying this, he went into The Emperor first. Seeing how familiar he was with the place, Mr. He felt a twinge of envy. "I can’t believe I’m living a duller life than Xichen! No wonder he’s stayed away from Beicheng for so long, even though his father has pressed him to return several tis!"
Gu Anxi rolled her eyes at her ntor. "What are you thinking? This is just a place to have a drink."
Mr. He also shot her a sidelong glance. "Of course, I know! What would a troubleso child like you understand? If you don’t get it, let Xichen teach you."
Gu Anxi simply ignored him. Just then, Bo Xichen, who was ahead, suddenly turned around and said with a slight smile, "Anxi has been learning dicine with recently."
Stroking his chin, Mr. He, with the air of a sagacious immortal, remarked, "Ah, learning dicine is good. Hands-on instruction is the way..."
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