Chapter Seventy-Four: A Sense of Understanding

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To be honest, Guo Shouyun is quite envious of the Bei Wen sisters and brothers. Despite the fighting, the relationship between them is something that Guo Shouyun, who has been lonely since childhood, has never felt.

This is Guo Shouyun, not Bruce Guo. The latter was accompanied by the Lincoln siblings and was not lonely in childhood. But Guo Shouyun not only has no brothers and sisters, when he was a child, because his parents remarried, he was often bullied by other classmates, and he was withdrawn, and he had almost no friends around him. If it weren't for the strict discipline of his grandparents and the very responsible teachers he met in middle school, I'm afraid he would have dropped out of school a long time ago and mixed with society, and then he didn't know that he was squatting in that prison.

"Wow, Ferrari 550? This is a global limited edition that Ferrari just launched this year!" After noticing the red sports car parked on the side, Al Bevan instantly forgot about arguing with his old lady, and ran over to circle around the sports car.

"Want to open it?"

Guo Shouyun followed and asked with a smile.

"Of course I want to, I dream of it!"

"I've got the key here!"

As he spoke, Guo Shouyun took out the Ferrari car keys from his pocket. Since he has the intention to take Molly Bevan, Al Bevan, as his brother-in-law, is naturally the priority to get through. Therefore, after Guo Shouyun, who had done his homework, learned that Al Bewen's favorite things were sports cars and football, he naturally wanted to do what he liked.

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Looking at the car key in Guo Shouyun's left hand that obviously had the Ferrari logo, Al Bevan was excited, and directly reached out and almost grabbed it in his hand.

"Bruce, no, brother-in-law, I love you to death!"

After giving Guo Shouyun a big hug excitedly, Al Bewen opened the car door with lightning speed and sat in.

Glancing at Al Beven who was shouting excitedly in the car, Guo Shouyun turned his head and noticed Molly Beven who was frowning, and after dating for more than three months, he naturally understood what the other party was thinking.

"Don't worry, I rented this Ferrari from Hertz Car Rental Company for only half a month. Just in time for the school to open, you can return it!"

Hearing this, Molly Bevan's face really relaxed. The education she received since she was a child, as well as her family environment, made her hate extravagance and pretentiousness.

Looking at Molly Bevan from the perspective of Guo Shouyun and the others, she is a typical literary young woman. However, compared with ordinary literary girls, Molly Bevan's family is well-off, and she is rich enough to sell a painting for 100,000 pounds. Coupled with her rich knowledge and good cultivation, Molly Bevan's requirements for her boyfriend and future husband are naturally far beyond others.

Being young, handsome, and rich is not what she values. Being able to resonate spiritually is what attracts her interest. Therefore, generally speaking, the most suitable for Molly Bevan is an uncle-type mature man who has rich experience and sufficient ability, and is not too bad-looking, and has a common language.

Guo Shouyun was a human being in two lifetimes. has the background and experience of an uncle, as well as a young enough physique and appearance, coupled with his excellent ability to start from scratch, as well as the knowledge and mind given by Bruce Guo, he can naturally win the favor of Molly Bevan.

"You two talk slowly, I'll go first!"

Al Bevan couldn't wait to start the sports car and left the parking lot. Looking at the distant car shadow, Guo Shouyun smiled slightly, he wished that this light bulb was far away from him and Molly.

"Let's go too!"

Molly Bevan nodded.

After she got into the passenger seat, Guo Shouyun started the accelerator and left the airport with a dozen steering wheels, joining the busy traffic in New York.

"How long can I stay this time?"

"Three days!"

"Can't you stay a few more days?"

Molly Bevan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded with a hint of embarrassment.

"Tutor Venn only gave me three days to go to Crete on the 16th, where we would all sketch before the New Year. ”

"Well, it looks like we'll have to wait a while for the next time we meet!"

"I'm sorry!"

Molly Bevan said with some guilt.

"Molly, there's no need to apologize. Although we can't be together for too long this time, I can go to Crete to see you in the middle!"

"Really?"

Looking at the beautiful woman's surprised eyes, Guo Shouyun smiled, reached out and held her left hand, feeling the softness and delicacy, while looking at Molly Bevan, who blushed cheeks, and said gently: "Of course, I mean what I say!"

The latter did not struggle out of surprise, and nodded slightly. Obviously, although this relationship has not really come to fruition, at least Molly Bevan has recognized his identity and existence. And this is already the best news for Guo Shouyun.

"You're definitely tired from a day of flying. Rest early tonight, and tomorrow I'll take you to Central Park and the Metropolitan Museum!"

"Hmm!" she looked a little hesitant as she nodded, "What about Al?"

"I think he'd rather drive that Ferrari 550 for a ride than go shopping with us!" Guo Shouyun laughed.

"Did you rent that car to get him away?"

"You can see it. However, I can't help it. We haven't seen each other for three months and fourteen days, and I don't want to be in a sweet world with you all the time with a big light bulb!"

After giving him a blank look, Molly Bevan didn't say much.

The two chatted all the way, although it was not hot, but they had a tacit understanding.

"You two are too slow. I've been waiting here for almost twenty minutes!" complained to the two who had arrived early in the lobby of the Plaza Hotel.

"You're driving a sports car, we're a normal sedan, and of course the speed is different... Otherwise, no matter where we go in the future, I will never be late. ”

"Haha... Which room are we going to live in?"

Looking at Al Bewen, who was pretending to be stupid and changing the topic, Guo Shouyun shook his head slightly, took out two room cards from his pocket and handed them to the two of them.

"Let's go, just let the waiter deliver the luggage. ”

He led the two of them to the pre-determined room, opened the door and went in, and after looking around, "How is it, are you satisfied?" Your room is next door!"

"Thanks, Bruce, you're a reliable guy!"

"Actually, it's just one room. I just saw that there are two bedrooms here, and Aven and I can live separately!" Molly Bevan said.

"It's okay, Molly, it's just a room, it doesn't cost much!" Guo Shouyun waved his hand, it would be an eyesore if Al Bewen lived here too.

"Sister, I don't want to be supervised by you all the time! Let's go, go see my room!"

With that, Al Bevan pushed the door and walked out.

After only two people were left, feeling the fiery eyes of the man around her full of love, Molly Bevan, who experienced this situation for the first time, was happy and a little flustered at the same time. When he noticed Guo Shouyun walking towards him, he hurriedly picked up his kun bag, took out a brown box from it and handed it to Guo Shouyun.

"This is a gift I brought to you. ”

"Gifts?"

Guo Shouyun took it with great interest.

"Can I open it now?"

"Of course!"

"Wait a minute, let me guess what's inside?"

Molly Bevan smiled and shook her head.

"That's a watch?"

"It's not!"

"Lighters?"

"You don't smoke, what am I sending you a lighter for!"

"I can't really guess that. Forget it, I still don't waste brain cells, just open it and take a look!" After speaking, Guo Shouyun opened the box after unpacking the surface. Inside, a red and black pen with a gold hook embedded in the cap section reveals a delicate pen with a signature.

"Montblanc fountain pens?!, moreover, is it a limited edition of the Great Writers series produced in 92 to commemorate the American writer Ernest Miller Hemingway?"

"You know it?"

Looking at Molly Bevan's surprised expression, Guo Shouyun nodded quickly with a slightly surprised smile, then reached out and took out a box from his jacket pocket and opened it in front of the other party.

"Look!"

"A limited edition of Wantega commemorating Dali?"

Wantega is Italy's oldest manufacturer of writing instruments, and although not as well-known as Montblanc internationally, it produces luxury fountain pens that have always been a sought after brand by wealthy and celebrities. Writer Ernest Hemingway, Cuban President Fidel Castro, King Juan Carlos of Spain, and racing driver Joshua Schomica are among its loyal fans.

At this time, the overall blue, embossed silver-white elephant fountain pen held by Molly Bevan is a commemorative fountain pen of Wantejia to commemorate the Spanish surrealist painting master Salvador Dalí. Salvador Dalí, Picasso and Matisse are considered the three most expressive painters of the twentieth century.

"It seems that we really have a good idea, and when I want to give you a gift, the first thing that comes to my mind is the pen... Molly, I hope you can become a great painter like Dalí in the future!"

"Thank you. Bruce, I hope you can become a great writer like Hemingway in the future!"

Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, as well as the delicate beauty that was close at hand, Guo Shouyun kissed him quickly under impulse.