After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Qi Feng returned to Nancheng and had no other plans for the time being.

Mrs. Qi doesn't trust her. She takes her very seriously every day. There is always a servant around her. Even if she goes shopping, she always reports her itinerary.

She also has no desire to resist. She lives like a monk in the Taoist temple every day. She eats light meals. Her free time is to take care of the flowers and plants in the yard or stand by the balcony and draw.

But the little girl who served her will find that the young lady of the family often stays in a daze when she does something. She has painted a painting several times, and many of those precious flowers have been hoed by her.

"Anyway..." she said to the other sisters in the family, "Miss's soul is not here."

Miss Qi, who was out of her mind, accidentally kicked over the paint can at her feet when she went downstairs to pour water. She was not annoyed. She went to the room to change clothes after watching people clean the floor. "You accompany me to the store to buy another set."

Twenty minutes later, she parked her car at the entrance of a remote alley. The little girl got off behind her and looked inside on tiptoe. "Miss, there is a bookstore near our house. Why do you want to come here?"

Qi Feng raised her feet and went deep into the alley. There were green gray stone slabs and brick walls. The walls were covered with Parthenocissus. She stretched out her hand to pull away a green leaf and held her skirt in the other hand. It was rare to show a few relaxed and comfortable expressions on her face.

"Paintings and pigments are the best here."

After walking forward for some time, when an old store was looming, she smiled and responded to the doubts of the people around her, "we often come here when we go to school."

Our "we"——

The little girl was about to show her puzzled look when she saw that her young lady suddenly stopped.

One hand was still on the brick wall, and the other hand was still carrying the skirt, but the smile was frozen on his face, and the bottom of his eyes slowly changed from shock to complexity.

She looked along the line of sight and saw a group of young men and women standing in front of the store, followed by a little girl of about five or six years old.

The little girl tilted her head, and the Mottled sunshine through the gap of the alley just sprinkled on her face. With a smile, she stretched out her hand and led the woman's dress, as if trying to persuade something.

The woman looked back at her and heard the man nearby muttering angrily, "just stay away. The drawing board and paint here are the best."

Then he raised a wad of drawing paper and pestled it in front of her.

When Gong Qi first heard that the man volunteered to take Xiaomiao to buy tools for the painting class, he was already skeptical. Later, due to Xiaomiao's face, he followed him all the way. The final result did not disappoint her.

This is not the same level of "good" as the "best" she thought.

Especially when facing the drawing paper pestled by men.

She stretched out a hand from her windbreaker pocket and grabbed the drawing paper. Then she looked down and turned the wrapping paper back and forth, and then pushed it into the man's arms. "This brand of drawing paper is sold in every bookstore. You say this one is the best. Does it mean that others sell fake goods?"

The man held the paper in his arms and hesitated, but he couldn't say anything specific to refute.

Seeing this, Gong Qi put his hands around his chest. "It's normal that the quality of the same product of different brands can be divided into good and bad, but if you say the same product of the same brand, this one is the best. I'm curious. Do you have a bubble in your mind?"

Gu Zheng choked speechless, one hand crossed his waist, and the other hand attracted the boss watching the excitement nearby, "boss, tell me why?"

The chubby boss pointed to his nose. "Me?"

This shop was opened by his father in the early years, but now it is in his hands. I heard this saying when I was a child that the things bought here are the best.

But he thought about it and finally explained with a smile, "my father is kind. Many years ago, the things here were cheaper than those in other places. Those children like to come to us and say that the things here are easy to use. In fact, the things are the same. Everyone just wants to have a feeling."

The word "feelings" made Gu Zheng stunned, and also made Qi Feng's heart "click" a few meters away.

When he was a child, Gu Zheng was playful. He always liked to get rid of the housekeeper at home and took Qi Feng through the streets. This alley was also discovered by them at that time. They always thought it was good to listen to others.

But is it really good? After many years, I can't tell why.

In the gap between Gu Zheng and his God, Gong Qi has noticed some clues. Since it was said that the boss's father was the boss, it must have been many years ago.

So as she entered the door and chose what to buy for Xiaomiao, she judged, "if Mr. Gu has always lived in the world he thinks, is your life too meaningless?"

After choosing what to buy, she took it to the boss to check out, and then came out with a bag. "I've asked my friends to bring better ones from abroad, so I won't accept your kindness."

Gu Zheng smelled the speech and touched his nose, showing some depression, but he still asked cautiously, "can the cat give it back to me?"

The woman smiled, looked down at the little guy who was pulling her dress and asked, "what do you think, little meow?"

"No." The little meow frowned, shook his head solemnly, and repeated, "I don't think so."

The answer won Gong Qi's heart. She pursed her lips, stuffed the things in her hand into each other's arms, took Xiaomiao's hand and turned away. As she walked, she complained impatiently, "I still have a lot of business to deal with. You think everyone has the same time to stroll around the garden as you take care of young master Gu."

She walked fast, with a little meow, a bit of a trot all the way.

Although Gu Zheng was frustrated, he caught up without hesitation for a moment and tried to negotiate, "Miss Gong, don't do this. If you have any conditions, just mention them. I'll try my best to meet you..."

Gong Qi listened and suddenly turned back. The man didn't have time to brake, hugged the things in his hand, and withdrew to the side with a frightened face.

"Just mention it?" The woman hooked her red lips and looked him up and down. "When you lost it, why didn't you think that one day, it was just a cat? If you don't want it, you don't want it, but you think everything in the world is as simple as losing a cat. Can you recover it?"

Her words made the man in front of him frown and hold his breath, and lost his ability to argue.

I thought the atmosphere was about to condense. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly hooked his lips and smiled. He turned and continued to take two steps forward, "don't worry. When I think of any conditions, I will naturally mention them to you."

Xiaomiao listened, compared two fingers and reminded Gu Zheng, "Uncle Gu Zheng, you owe Mommy two conditions."

Gu Zheng frowned and angrily followed up. After turning the small corner, he was caught off guard and saw the figure hiding under the green shadow of the mountain creeper, thin and small, standing against the wall.

As soon as his throat tightened, the woman in front of him stopped.