A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 47 How about a smile?

Mu Shuoqian drove the car himself, and had already changed into a white slim-fit short T, black casual trousers, which Gu Qili helped him choose from a magazine last time.

I have to say that he looks very good in this kind of clothes, he is not as lonely and aloof as usual, but more easy-going and close, making him look more energetic.

Gu Qili was very excited all the way, the car window was opened to the maximum, half of his head was almost sticking out, and his black hair was blown fluttering by the wind.

There were almost no vehicles on the country road, and there were large lavender fields and various exquisite log cabins where they passed.

The flower field they were in was a private property, not open to the public, and Mu Shuoqian could only come in because of his relationship.

As soon as he found a place to stop the car, Gu Qili couldn't wait to run down.

She had been to Provence before, but she was still a child at that time, and she didn't have too deep memories. This time, she revisited the old place and marveled at the beautiful scenery. At the same time, the most important reason was that she came with Mu Shuoqian.

It was a little trip with just the two of them.

With this secret joy, Gu Qili wandered in this purple ocean, the whole valley was filled with a strong fragrance of overripe grass, the perfect combination of sunshine and lavender-purple gold.

Gu Qili picked a large handful of lavender and held it in his arms, wearing a white dress to complement the purple.

And Mu Shuoqian didn't seem to be interested in such beautiful scenery, and followed her with his hands in his trouser pockets, not far away, she was looking at the scenery, and he was looking at her.

The two walked in the sea of ​​flowers one after the other, the endless lavender almost reaching the sky, and the big white clouds pressing down on the other side of the sky, like a beautiful painting by a painter.

"Mu Shuoqian, do you know what the flower language of lavender is?" She suddenly raised her bright eyes and asked him.

"What is it?" Mu Shuoqian flicked off the stained petals on his clothes, not very interested.

Gu Qili smiled, "It's nothing."

It's waiting for love, idiot!
After walking for a while, Gu Qili took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, and took a few selfies, and sent them to Mi Qi by the way, deliberately to annoy her.

Looking back and seeing Mu Shuoqian following behind, she couldn't help but trot over, held his arm with one hand and stood side by side with him, and raised the camera high with her right hand.

No, I can't reach it, only his nose can be captured in the camera, and half of his face is not framed.

"Mu Shuoqian, can you lower your head?" She shook his arm to discuss with him.

Mu Shuoqian squinted at her radiant little face, which was even brighter against the backdrop of the sun and flower shadows, pursed his thin lips, lowered his body slightly, and turned his head to her side.

Gu Qili quickly pressed the shutter, and after looking back, he shook his head dissatisfied: "You didn't even smile, why are you still so stern in such a beautiful scenery, can you just smile?"

Mu Shuoqian frowned, but he was not impatient, but raised the corner of his mouth at the camera that she had rearranged. Although the smile was not too obvious, it looked much gentler.

Gu Qili didn't force him anymore, and after a few clicks of the shutter, he continued to take pictures of other scenery with great satisfaction.

She just remembered that Mu Shuoqian seemed to have said that he never took photos with women, so this was considered a kindness, and she must know how to be content and happy.

The two came out of the flower field, and Gu Qili was still holding a large bouquet of lavender. Passing by the side road of the village, there was a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who was selling lavender accessories.

She squatted down to choose with great interest, and finally chose a bottle of car perfume, two soaps and some other small things, all made of lavender, which looked very delicate and distinctive.

She asked Mu Shuoqian what he likes, he stood there and shook his head, he had never been interested in such street stalls.

At noon, they ate local delicacies at a nearby restaurant. Afterwards, Mu Shuoqian answered the phone and wanted to go back. He was really busy with his business, and he squeezed out half a day.

Gu Qili went back to the hotel with him, and suddenly thought of Lei Nuo's invitation.

(End of this chapter)