After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Qi Feng finally didn't buy the paint he wanted, so he drove back the same way.

The little girl who followed her out didn't understand. She frowned and asked, "why don't you buy it and go back? The paint can at home has been knocked over. It's useless if you want to draw. "

Qi Feng calmly drove the car and smiled at the speech. "There's a bookstore near home. Just go there and buy it."

She suddenly wanted to understand that she didn't know that there was no difference in the quality of pigments between the two countries, but she also had a small and inextricable feeling in her heart.

But it's a coincidence that when you revisit your hometown, you can unlock your feelings.

She went back along the same road and bought new paint. She was in a good mood.

When returning to the house again, the cooking aunt hurried to open the door and said it was a guest. The old lady was entertaining in the living room.

"Guest?" Qi Feng went to the villa gate along the eaves and asked, "what guest?"

The aunt frowned and wiped her hands habitually wrapped in her apron. "It's from Kyoto. It's the old lady who came with you on her birthday before."

Speaking of this, Qi Feng understood who was coming.

She couldn't help but stop walking, and her face was a little cold.

The girl with the paint box and brush next to her saw her mind and nunuzui in the direction of the side door of the porch eaves, "Miss, if you don't want to see, you might as well go upstairs around the back yard, and we'll say you haven't come back."

"No." Qi Feng frowned and thought, and finally raised his feet and stepped out, "hiding is not the way."

She thought that Miss Song was right after all. Her root is here. If Shang Rui wants to find it, she can't escape.

Thinking so, I have raised my feet to the door of the villa, and then stepped up the steps to go in. When changing shoes in the porch, the man in the sofa of the living room has noticed her figure.

But his eyes did not change. He always sat upright on the independent sofa and heard the old lady say, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Shang, the book you want is no longer with me now. Forgive me, the old lady can't help you..."

Mrs. Qi's voice was hoarse, but she had a good tone. She controlled her strength word by word. She also sat upright with her hands on her walking stick. The man in front of her kept a basically polite attitude.

Shang Rui's eyes were cold, and his face gradually sank. Yu Guang seemed to aim at the direction of the entrance of the living room with some intention, "how can it be? I heard Xiao Feng say that this book has been collected by Mr. Qi. This manuscript is the only one. There should be no mistake?"

After a pause, he smiled gently, "don't worry, old lady. I know this book is of great literature value. I'm willing to pay for it."

"It's not about money."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, it seemed that she didn't mean to give up easily. The old lady's face cooled down. Finally, she simply said, "the book Mr. Shang wants has been bought by Miss Song."

"Song ran?"

The man locked his eyebrows and leaned back, looking at the past with suspicious eyes.

The old man saw through it and smiled contemptuously. "It's Miss Song from Kyoto. She mentioned the book to me before, and I sold it to her. I didn't know that Mr. Shang needed the book at that time. I'm really sorry."

With that, the old lady raised her hand and pointed to the direction outside the door. "My aunt is already preparing dinner. Mr. Shang came all the way. Let's go after eating?"

The words are to keep people for dinner, but they sound like driving people away.

Shang Rui was witty and stood up with the armrest of the sofa. "No, old lady, since the book is not with you, I won't bother much."

The old lady didn't get up. She just nodded with a smile and didn't mean to send someone out.

Shangrui raised his feet and went straight to the door. He glanced at Qi Feng, who was still deadlocked there, and then passed her.

At this time, Qi Feng recalled that he was stopped by Shang Rui at the door after the medal ceremony in Kyoto a few days ago. She suddenly understood what he said before he finished.

So he raised his feet to catch up, stood at the entrance of the eaves and asked him, "you go to the ancient town to find me, just for this book?"

Although the man stopped, he never looked back.

The atmosphere between them was silent for a while, and then his thick and dark voice came, "I'm not shangrui a month ago. All the things promised to you before can't be given to you now."

In his eyes, power and money are always the most important.

Without these two, anything else would become meaningless to him.

Qi Feng came here to understand that she was ridiculous for her repeated entanglement in recent days. She hissed twice and stepped back to hold the mahogany railing next to her. "So, it's the ancient town that Miss Song led you to?"

Qi Feng, who finally understood, couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but she finally despised the man in front of her.

So he satirized straightforwardly: "the book you want is in Miss Song's hand, which means she knows you like the back of her hand, and all your actions and plans are under her control."

When it comes to song ran, the man's eyes are always full of fire.

Speaking of this, he was finally willing to turn around and look at her. Did not stop her front, but cold eyes listened to her continue.

"Just like you lost Fengrui, from the beginning, every step of your plan was in her calculation. You can never fight her. Even, you are just a chess piece played by her. Now she is tired and can turn you into an abandoned child at any time."

Qi Feng's rare sharp words knocked on Shang Rui's heart word by word. His fist was clenched, and green veins burst on his forehead. At the same time, he scolded coldly, "shut up!"

He couldn't hear a superfluous word.

Speaking of this, Qi Feng suddenly realized it himself, and mockingly raised the corner of his lips, "so I'm just her chess piece, and she had foreseen my ending."

After that, she didn't look at the man any more. She turned around and walked towards the backyard with the railing.

The man looked at the figure that gradually went away until it disappeared in the shadow of the lush trees, like making a final farewell.

After a moment of silence, he turned and strode in the direction of the porch gate.

After sitting in the car, the driver carefully observed his gloomy face and didn't know whether to start the engine for a moment.

"Back to the airport?" The atmosphere cooled for a while before he asked cautiously.

The man didn't seem to hear it, just immersed in his own world, recalled all the words that the woman had just said to him, and finally gathered a burst of sinister light at the bottom of his eyes.

"Chess pieces?" He scratched his lips. "I want her to know how powerful a chess piece is."

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the phone and went out. He simply ordered two words: "do something."

After that, without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone and asked the driver to drive.