After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Along the way, Xiaomiao blinked and worried about Gong Qi's condition.

"Mommy, we can't adopt Gulu in your situation."

The little guy stared at the kitten next to her across the cage. He was very clever and rubbed her palm. He was a little anxious, but he also reminded her very solemnly.

Gong Qi sat in the co driver's seat of the taxi, opened the window, faced the wind blowing in from the window and sucked his nose, "mommy has a way."

About twenty minutes later, Miss Gong, with her cat and daughter, rang the doorbell of a villa area.

When he opened the door, Zhang Quan, standing at the door, was wearing a household suit and looked at the woman in front of him.

With a dusty face, he carried the cat cage in one hand and the other hand was fixed. Next to him was a little girl who rubbed her nose.

When did she miss Gong become so embarrassed.

He hurriedly picked up the cage and faced the people inside. Then he heard the cry of "meow..." in his hand, which immediately frightened him. He turned around and asked the person, "is there a mistake? Didn't you say you can't have a cat?"

Gong Qi came in and spread out on the sofa with Xiaomiao. It seemed that he had no strength to respond, so he could only put his hands slightly.

After Gu Zheng sent the cat upstairs, he took two cups of warm water. Xiaomiao got up and politely picked it up. He shouted again: "Hello, uncle Quan."

The woman who occupied most of the space of the sofa narrowed her eyes and tossed for a long time. After a long time, she didn't sneeze. She took the warm water with one hand in frustration. After drinking it, she slowed down for a long time.

"All right." She lifted her messy hair and restored her clean air, "I have something to do with you."

Zhang Quan sat on the other side of the independent sofa chair, staring at her injured arm and the corners of her eyes. He carefully looked at the faint scars, "how did you get it? Why didn't you listen to your brother?"

Xiaomiao took a sip of the water cup and hurriedly said, "mommy has a car accident."

The word "car accident" scared Zhang Quan to pop up from the sofa, walked forward and pinched Gong Qi's cheek to check up and down, "what's the matter? Did you hit someone or did someone else hit you? "

Gong Qi was speechless. He let his naturally noble face be pinched into shape and turned his eyes again.

This is what she can imagine. Zhang Quan's reaction is so. If her brother knew, he would exaggerate more than a hundred times.

"It's all right. It's over." When they finished looking at her up and down, Gong Qi pushed her away and looked dignified, "there are other things to look for you."

"What's up?" Zhang Quan went back to the sofa. After reacting, he suddenly pointed to the direction of the stairway behind him, "didn't you ask me to raise a cat for you?"

Gong Qi was neither light nor heavy. He swept his cold eyes, "what's the matter? You don't want to do this little thing?"

Finally, she sat up in a more comfortable position, held the pillow next to her with one hand, and looked relaxed: "of course, there must be more important things to find you."

In Zhang Quan's wary and trembling eyes, Gong Qi reached out from his bag, pulled out the stack of documents and threw them on the tea table in front of him. Hook lips evil spirit smiled, "Lu Yao recommended to me that you have other talent in acting?"

After turning over the pile of data, and listening to Gong Qi's concise narration in his ear, Zhang Quan pinched his eyebrow bone and leaned back on the back of the sofa, "an honest and good young man, why do you persecute him?"

"Honest youth, you?" The woman held the empty water cup and knocked it carelessly on the tea table. "Don't be cheap and sell well. When it's done, I'll consider transferring half of my restaurant shares to you. Then you won't have to be angry with my brother."

This condition is very tempting. The man straightened up again and seemed to hesitate for a while, "OK, I don't have anything to do in Kyoto recently. It should be doing good and accumulating virtue."

Then he looked at the calm woman through the documents erected in his hand, "to be honest, aren't you interested in Gu Zheng? Your brother is not very satisfied with him. If he knows, he will fall out. "

When the topic progressed to the desired goal, Gong Qi didn't mean to stay much longer. If she continued to talk, she would inevitably involve emotional problems, which she was tired of responding to.

So he got up, waved to xiaomeow, took the little guy's hand and blinked an eye at the man on the sofa before he left, "don't worry, I'm aiming at that woman purely because of my unrelenting personality."

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In Shanghai, Jinling, there are charity auctions in the financial sector twice a year. Not long after Shao Yunchen led you Mao to the economic times, the company received an invitation from Shanghai Charity in its mailbox.

This was supposed to arrange for Mr. Huo to go, but after the end of President Mao's case, Shao Yunchen must fulfill his previous promise and give the little couple enough time to prepare the wedding banquet.

"Master song is one of the earliest honorary representatives of this charity auction. For his face, he will go this time." In the face of Lu Yao's questions, Shao Yunchen, who was reading on the sofa, responded without delay. At the same time, there was a more important reason for his past, "there are still business opportunities there."

On the other hand, in Kyoto, Shang Rui began to receive invitations to the party from the first year when he founded Fengrui. At the beginning, his purpose was to expand business opportunities and contacts like Shao Yunchen. It is self-evident who borrowed the relationship.

In the future, even if he doesn't have time, he will invite representatives to attend at least once and take symbolic pictures of some things back. Naturally, the important thing is never those antique things, but his reputation of Fengrui.

Shang Rui decided to attend the charity party in spring this year.

For the woman who is now lying in his arms, holding a drawing board in one hand, writing and painting.

He looked down at her head, his fingers seemed to pass through those black broken hair intentionally or unintentionally, and finally swam down slowly and pinched her soft earlobe.

The woman's body shrank instinctively, leaned in his arms, and gave a soft "ah".

Shang Rui drooped his eyes, and his sight fell on the drawing board in her hand. The cartoon with full childlike interest was only one of the strokes that was obviously heavy and seemed very abrupt.

He curled his lips and smiled, pretending not to know himself and asked, "what's the matter?"

Qi Feng pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at him with some blame, "did you do it on purpose?"

The man didn't deny it, but his smile was softer. He wrapped her in his arms and took the eraser from the nearby tea table to wipe it. When the mark was wiped clean, he put his hands under his body and said, "it's OK. Draw again. I'll watch you draw."

Qi Feng still lay in his arms, patted the rubber crumbs clean, continued to immerse himself in painting, painting, and suddenly stopped writing.

"What's the matter?" He asked softly.

The nib in her hand was still there, leaving a thick point on the drawing paper. She suddenly laughed and shook her head gently, "brother Rui, have you ever thought of giving up Fengrui?"

This provoked the man to frown slightly, and his breathing became a little heavy, but he didn't speak up for a long time.

The woman in her arms didn't know it, continued to look after herself, and her eyes were full of fascination. "I suddenly felt that we were very good like this. We opened a photography shop. You were the boss and I was the boss's wife. We could go to a smaller, quieter city and live our ordinary life."

Said, as if suddenly excited, the tone also raised a bit, put down the drawing board in her hand and kneaded the man's arm, "Miss Song doesn't want to divorce you, because it's Fengrui?"

After that, he turned around and found that the man's eyes were deep and terrible.

She suddenly stopped talking. After reading it for a while, she laughed at herself: "sorry, I'm just saying it casually. This is my selfishness. Fengrui is your painstaking efforts for so many years."

When she said a lot, Shang Rui didn't respond from beginning to end, just like thinking, thinking very heavily.

Until the atmosphere was completely cold, he got up, held Qi Feng's jaw and gave her a light kiss on her forehead: "I'll think about it."

After that, I took my coat from the clothes hanger next to me and put it on me. "It's getting late. Please rest early. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't you sleep here today?" Qi Feng chased out and finally leaned against the door frame to see the man's back. He didn't wait for his response.

She doesn't understand the meaning of Fengrui to shangrui at all.