After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

On the way to the classroom, the man coughed twice. He felt so nervous when holding the student's hand for the first time.

"Miss Jia, your hands are sweating."

Xiao meow earned hard, broke his hand from the man's palm, and took his colorful apron. "Miss Jia, my mommy has a bad temper. Don't mind."

The man suddenly felt that he seemed to be a student to be assessed. He was not sensitive to what the little guy next to him said, especially when she mentioned Mommy.

And the ghost spirit under him was covering his mouth and laughing secretly when he wasn't paying attention.

"No..." the man rubbed his greasy palm with some embarrassment. "I think your mommy works very hard. Should she be very busy?"

"Yes." Xiao meow nodded his head with a bitter hatred and responded in a waxy voice: "mommy has to be busy working and taking care of me. She doesn't have time to fall in love."

"Falling in love?"

As soon as the man heard these three words, his eyes widened, "is your mommy divorced?"

Speaking of this, I felt it was not good to inquire into this kind of privacy from a five or six-year-old child, so I hurriedly put my hands on it and explained, "the teacher has no other meaning. You can't answer this question."

The little cat bent her eyes and smiled, but she didn't seem to mind. She admitted bluntly, "my mommy hasn't been married. She hasn't made a boyfriend yet."

"Then you..." the teacher stepped and stared at the little guy under him with a blank face.

"I was adopted by mommy, not her."

On this issue, Xiaomiao is not taboo, because she doesn't think her adopted daughter's identity is inferior to that of an ordinary biological daughter. At least, Gong Qi can give it to her, but most ordinary families can't even give it now.

The man who quickly combed this relationship, the look in his eyes obviously jumped for a few minutes. He couldn't help gently pinching the little guy's round face with his hand, "that little meow is really lucky to meet Miss Gong's such a good Mommy."

Xiaomiao nodded approvingly. They went all the way to the classroom. Before entering the door, the little guy pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "teacher, I want to wash my hands. You go first."

With that, he even bowed politely before trotting away.

The man stood at the door of the classroom, staring at the little Lori who was wearing a harness skirt and carrying a little yellow duck schoolbag. He couldn't help but show a strong smile.

My mother is so excellent and charming, and my daughter is so lovely and polite. How lucky it would be to be the man of this family.

On the other side, Xiaomiao pushed open the door of the bathroom. The first thing he did when he stood on the washstand was to find the phone watch from his schoolbag. After finding the contact, he quickly dialed the phone and went out, "Uncle Gu Zheng, you're in trouble..."

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About three minutes later, the little guy who washed his hands came out again with a small schoolbag on his back. His proud smile made passing parents mistakenly think whether the child had picked up the money somewhere.

Gong Qi took his bag and went back to the downstairs garage. He had planned to go home first and change a pair of shoes to fit his feet before coming out. However, considering that the road was too long, he only drove to a nearby Starbucks, ordered a cup of coffee there and continued to deal with the unfinished work.

After calculating the time, I turned back before class. After waiting for about three or five minutes, a group of children swarmed out.

She stood next to the wall. When she saw that people were basically empty, she raised her feet and went to the classroom. Then she saw the little meow dyed as a little cat in the middle of the classroom, and the teacher who was bending down and patiently explaining something.

She leaned against the door without bothering.

After waiting for another two minutes, seeing that the freshmen and freshmen seemed to exchange some satisfactory results, they looked at each other and smiled twice. Then the man who straightened up seemed to see the person waiting at the door. He smiled and apologized: "Xiaomiao came to learn on the first day, and many things have to be taught from the most basic, so I'm really sorry for the delay."

Gong Qi raised his feet and walked forward, staring at the colorful little face under him. He couldn't help bending his eyebrows and eyes, "we should be sorry for delaying the teacher's time."

Then he took the schoolbag and painting tools from the little guy's hand. Before he could hold them firmly, the teacher hurried forward and took the paint. "I'll send it down for you. Look at your white clothes. You can't wash them if they are dirty."

Gong Qi felt that the palm was damp and greasy. When she spread it out, it was a few mottled pigment marks. She instinctively frowned and wanted to take out a paper towel from her bag to wipe it, but her hands were dirty, so it was difficult not to scratch anything.

When he was hesitating, the teacher had reacted and turned to the podium to find the wet towel prepared in advance, but as soon as he stepped out, he saw a shadow flash in from the door of the classroom.

"Give it to me."

The man dressed up casually, but he wore an extraordinary atmosphere. With a polite but domineering smile on his face, he walked to the woman in three or two steps, then took out a wet paper towel from his pocket and opened his palm at her, "give me your hand."

Gong Qi looked up at the speech and was surprised in his eyes.

Her painted hand was tightly curled up in front of her, and she didn't seem to want to stretch out.

After a moment of stalemate, the man took the initiative to reach over, first gently held her wrist, then stuffed a wet paper towel into her palm and wiped it carefully.

The deliberately gentle movements and expressions surprised the woman in front of her with goose bumps.

"All right, I'll do it myself."

She grabbed the paper towel, wiped it quickly, and then threw it into the garbage basket next to her.

Finally, I didn't forget to stare at the man with a strange face.

On the other side, the teacher who had just stepped onto the podium saw Gu Zheng come in. He was a little surprised. Then he was full of vigilance. He took back the hand extending to the table hole of the podium, stood straight and smiled politely: "who is this?"

"Miss Jia, this is my uncle Gu Zheng, Mommy's good friend."

The first to respond was Xiaomiao.

The little guy smiled happily and blinked. After talking, he rushed into Gu Zheng's arms, "Uncle Gu Zheng, why are you here?"

Gu Zheng reached out to pick up Xiaomiao. He accidentally rubbed some paint on his body, but he didn't seem to care much. He rubbed his hand on the little guy's face, "I'll pick you up and mommy to my house for dinner, Xiaohua meow."

having dinner?

Gong Qi held his chest in his hands and looked at this big and small acting school. His eyes had already seen through everything.

Gu Zheng's three or two words made the teacher Jia understand that their relationship was not as simple as ordinary friends. Looking at the man's valuable clothes, he knew that he had no hope.

He smiled slightly embarrassed and lost. "It's Miss Gong's friend. Since you still have something to do, I won't disturb you."

He handed out the paint box that had been cleaned with a rag and saw Gu Zheng free up a hand to take it.

After that, Gu Zheng walked out of the classroom side by side with Gong Qi with Xiaomiao in his arms. As soon as the woman went out, she revealed, "you two don't act in front of me. Who wants to review your home for dinner?"

Gu Zheng was wronged. He put Xiaomiao down and tried to take his mobile phone out of his pocket to explain, "our old man specially called me and asked me to invite Miss Gong to lunch. He said that he had just checked back a pile of seafood from abroad and thought Xiaomiao liked to eat..."

Before he finished, the little meow under him had salivated first.

Gu Zheng observed Gong Qi's expression. Seeing that she was still cold, he pretended to turn on her mobile phone again. "Well, if Miss Gong doesn't want to give this face, I'll call him now."

He said that he had opened his address book and made the appearance of calling, but he saw that the other party just hugged his chest and looked at him with a calm eyebrow.

"I really did..."

His throat moved up and down. Seeing that the other party was indifferent, he had shown a little uneasy.

"You fight."

Gong Qi raised his chin and motioned him to continue.

In Gong Qi, the man's usual tricks don't work, but he rarely has a memory. He has to suffer a loss every time before he is secretly annoyed.