After rebirth, Li Ye's fat wife stunned the world

After eating, Gu Xiaoxiao kept pestering Li Moling, either listening to stories or working with him.

He threw her the seal and told her to stamp it however she wanted.

Just when she was enjoying herself, Qin Tingjun knocked on the door with a sullen face and came in, with a cold expression, as if he was in a bad mood, "Miss Gu, I have something to talk to Ah Ling, please stay out of the way."

Gu Xiaoxiao raised her head, the tip of her nose was stained a little red with ink pad, under the warm light, she opened a pair of pure almond eyes, cute and full of aura.

She blinked, "Is there anything I can't hear?"

Li Moling raised her hand, rubbed Gu Xiaoxiao's head, calmed her down, and said in a cold voice, "Xiaoxiao is already married to me, so there's no need to avoid it."

Qin Tingjun smiled lightly, without any warmth in her eyes, she took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions in her heart, "Ah Ling, in a few days it will be Mr. Li's [-]th birthday, Mr. Li likes to keep a low profile, but how can you be so important on such an important birthday?" It’s not grand, how do you think about it??”

Gu Xiaoxiao played with the seal, her fingertips were red, as if bleeding.

In the previous life, Lord Qin Ting loved to interfere in the affairs of the Li family, no matter what it was, he had the absolute right to speak.

Li Moling frowned, "Keep everything simple. If the show is too big, it will make grandpa unhappy, and the gain outweighs the loss."

"Well, I will prepare an invitation list tomorrow."

Gu Xiaoxiao rested her jaw, her fleshy cheeks were like small apples that were full, making one want to take a bite.

"Miss Qin, the invitation list is ready, remember to show me."

Hearing this, Qin Tingjun's face darkened, "Why?"

"No matter what I say, I'm still the mistress of the Li family. Show me the invitation list, isn't it too much?"

"." Qin Tingjun gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, I will contact you when the time comes."

"Hope you as soon as possible."

Qin Tingjun looked at Li Moling, his eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, "A Ling, I... I will leave first."

After the door was closed, Gu Xiaoxiao frowned, lowered her eyelashes and thought.

It looked like she had to hurry up and fix the bracelet.

Too many things happened during this period, and in the blink of an eye, Mr. Li's birthday party is here.

She stretched her waist and continued to work hard!
*

After autumn, the weather is not so hot and dry, and a gust of cold wind blows, which is cool and pleasant.

Gu Xiaoxiao found out about Zuo Qing's residence, and came to wait early in the morning.

There is a towering tree planted in the courtyard, and the leaves of the leaves are falling with the breeze, as if playing a symphony.

The courtyard is covered with various poems: Desolate, this life is a world of mortals, without seeing the green hills, I will lose my heart and soul.

Looking for the moon in the dream, drunk with the sunset glow thousands of miles away.

Gu Xiaoxiao couldn't help looking away, even Zuo Qing came behind her, she didn't notice it immediately.

"Let me just tell you this, there is no 4000 million, and everything is out of the question."

Zuo Qing, who is over forty years old, wears a small braid, with a few traces of silver light faintly visible in her gorgeous hair, holding a cup of hot tea, with a calm and leisurely expression.

"Master Zuo, did you write all these poems?"

Zuo Qing glanced at it, and sighed softly, "I'm free, just write casually, I don't have much talent, I'll make you laugh."

"I thought Master Zuo was a master at restoring jade wares, but I didn't expect him to be so good at writing poems."

Zuo Qing stroked a small beard on her chin, and smiled silently, "I used to like to write poetry, but in order to make a living, I changed my career to become a repairman."

Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly came to her senses, and immediately felt that Zuo Qing was a bit interesting.

On the surface, he is a restoration master who regards money as his life, but in fact, he is indifferent to fame and fortune in his heart, and is a poet-writing fanatic.

"Master Zuo, can't 4000 million be less?"

Zuo Qing strongly refused, "No!"

"Alright then." Gu Xiaoxiao took out the jade bracelet wrapped in a handkerchief from her bag, and carefully placed it in front of Zuo Qing, "Please, I'll give you the remaining 2000 million. "

Zuo Qing pushed the jade bracelet over, "It must be paid in one lump sum."

"Master Zuo, you are accommodating, I will meet you soon."

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Zuo Qing took a sip of tea slowly, with a particularly indifferent and tough attitude, he turned around, "Miss Gu, I won't see you off."

Gu Xiaoxiao sighed melancholy, put away the jade bracelet, and turned around every step of the way.

Zuo Qing put down the teacup, spread out a piece of rice paper, picked up the brush and started writing poems again.

The dead leaves fell on his shoulders, and he didn't know it. There were only poems in his heart.

Gu Xiaoxiao frowned, secretly made up her mind, turned around, pointed to the poem pasted on the book and said: "Desolate, this life is a mortal, and I haven't seen the green hills. This poem is very good, but it's not so good." mean."

Hearing this, Zuo Qing, who was concentrating on writing poetry, raised her head with a displeased expression, "You understand poetry? If you don't understand, then stop talking nonsense here."

"I have been influenced by my grandfather since I was a child, so I understand a little bit."

"Oh? Then tell me, what do you mean by almost?"

"The desolation of the mortals in this life, how do you know that the green hills are full of hard work."

Zuo Qing frowned, her eyes were piercing, she thought deeply, then gently put down her pen.

After being modified by Gu Xiaoxiao, the emotion of the poem has indeed changed, and it also reveals the strong regret and helplessness of Hongchenke.

He looked at Gu Xiaoxiao carefully again, "Who is your grandfather?"

"Wen Jia Baked."

Hearing this name, Zuo Qing's heart stirred up waves, her expression changed from shock to relief, she shook her head and said, "So it's him, it's really a narrow road. Miss Gu, your grandfather and I have known each other for many years, I don't know How is he lately?"

"My grandfather is very nice. He raises flowers, amuses birds and writes poems. When he is free, he goes to visit mountains and rivers."

"He has realized his ideal in life, so naturally he will have no regrets in this life." Zuo Qing's tone was full of unwillingness and melancholy, "Give me the bracelet, and I'll fix it for you. No points."

"No, no, Master Zuo, if you are willing to help me repair the bracelet with 2000 million yuan, it is very good. You can't just refuse."

"I don't want money, but I want a poem written by your grandfather himself. Just get it for me when you have time."

Gu Xiaoxiao: "."

*

At the entrance of the alley, Su Mingli, who was hiding behind the wall, watched Gu Xiaoxiao leave with his own eyes. He immediately took a photo and sent it to Li Moling: Ah Ling, look at who Gu Xiaoxiao came to see. God must have another conspiracy to do these sneaky things!
A few days ago, he scolded Gu Xiaoxiao a few words, but Li Moling ignored him until now.

He was so anxious to follow Gu Xiaoxiao every day, just to get her braids to claim credit.

No, he was caught today! !

Li Moling in the car glanced at the photo, turned off the screen again, and looked out the window indifferently, with clear and distinct eyelashes that were thick and curled, but his eyes were extremely cold.

After a long time, he asked, "Yan Hui, why did Madam go to see Zuo Qing recently?"

"Boss Li, I heard it's to repair the bracelet."

"What bracelet?"

"I don't know, but I saw a broken bracelet in my wife's room. It's the Eye of the Earth."

"Eye of the Earth?"

Li Moling suddenly narrowed his cold eyes. This bracelet was bought by Li Hefeng at an auction not long ago. At that time, he wondered why Li Hefeng spent all his money on a bracelet.

It turned out that it was for Gu Xiaoxiao.

He evoked a sneer, and the light in his pupils went out inch by inch, leaving only ashes.