After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

After cutting off the call with Xiaomiao, Gong Qi stared and thought for a while. He still went to the window and raised his hand and knocked twice.

The man in the driver's seat just closed his eyes because he was too tired. After hearing the sound, his body suddenly became excited. He turned to see the woman standing by the window and hurriedly opened the door and came down.

"Off duty?"

As always, he smiled brightly, put one hand on the door, leaned against his body, and spoke in a tone like ridicule.

At this time, the only one who betrayed him was the red blood at the bottom of his eyes, like a cobweb.

Gong Qi raised his eyes, looked at him, then quickly took back his eyes. The bag in his hand changed from his left hand to his right hand, and then asked him, "what's the matter? Have you been idle at work recently? Stop me when I get off work at o'clock every day. "

"No." Gu Zheng flatly denied it, and the corner of his mouth pointed up, "I don't drop everything in the company. If you don't believe it, you can check your post at any time."

The ambiguous use of the word "Cha Gang" easily smells out different meanings in the sensitive period of their relationship.

"Well, I don't care how you are." Without waiting for the man to go on, Gong Qi raised his hand to interrupt, and his tone was also sharp. "Today, the transfer letter from Britain has come down, and I will leave in the next two days. If you are free, you won't have enough time to play in a few days."

Her words were cold, her air was dim, and even a little impatient was faintly revealed.

The man's deadlocked smile at the corners of his mouth finally dissipated, replaced by a few helpless and unbearable losses suddenly emerging from the bottom of his eyes.

"Well..."

For this result, after several days of repeated thinking in the long wait, he had long been psychologically prepared, so he began to nod heavily only after a short silence, and finally patted his hands on his side, "no accident, no accident at all."

"That's all right." The woman's response came quickly. After saying that, she also tapped her head twice, then quickly turned around and raised her feet towards the direction of the corridor, "you know the end."

I thought the communication efficiency was gratifying, but I didn't expect the man to catch up and stop her from leading to the elevator.

At the moment when he watched the woman's back leave, he still chased up, supported the wall with one hand, looked down, looked at her eyes, and was inexplicably flustered.

Finally frowned, lowered his head and sniffed in her ear: "did you drink?"

"What do you say?"

Gong Qi frowned slightly. He wanted to be angry, but he endured it when he thought he was leaving these two days.

"Nothing." The man then stood upright, hooked his lips and smiled gently, "I'm afraid you said drunken words and repented when you woke up the next day, so we might as well talk about these words when you wake up tomorrow."

When he finished, he didn't mean to disturb again. He took a step back, then raised his feet and stepped aside to wipe his shoulders with the woman.

"Forget it, Gu Zheng." This time, she opened her mouth to block the footsteps of the visitors. After a pause of half a second, she firmly said: "I am very sober and will not regret. My choice will not change whether tomorrow or next year. What happened that day was just an accident. Just forget it... "

The man who heard this stopped, but never looked back.

When she finished, she heard clear footsteps drifting away. Finally, the elevator door opened and closed, and the car whistle outside the corridor suddenly sounded from nowhere.

The man heard his heartbroken voice in these messy voices.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and a sense of frustration that he was helpless to watch him die completely coerced him. When his fist was gradually tightened, he also slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The smile at the moment is a deep ridicule and contempt for his life in the past 30 years.

"Forget it, Gu Zheng, you don't deserve her."

Before lifting his feet and leaving, he warned himself again.

——

Gong Qi went upstairs. When he opened the door, he saw Xiaomiao holding a doll and standing by the door.

When she saw mommy coming in, her eyes lit up instantly and rushed on her. Her soft and cute little face rubbed and rubbed and shouted "Mommy."

Gong Qi picked up the little guy with both hands, held him in his arms, changed his shoes, and snorted and laughed: "don't be coquettish, what do you want to tell me?"

"No." When Xiaomiao heard the speech, he bowed his head and played with his fingers very guilty. "I just... Saw you talking to Uncle Gu Zheng."

"Yes." After changing her shoes, she took someone to the living room again. Finally, they sat down on the sofa. She reached out her hand and explained along the little guy's soft braids: "mommy has no hatred with Uncle Gu Zheng. Even if you leave here, we can still be good friends as long as Uncle Gu Zheng wants to."

"What kind of good friend?" Xiaomei curled up on her legs and knees, leaned very skillfully against Gong Qi, looked up at the chandelier overhead, "can uncle Gu Zheng be Xiaomei's father?"

"Daddy..."

The surprised woman in her eyes suddenly stopped the action on her hand, "why does he want to be the father of xiaomeow?"

"No more." The little guy's big eyes suddenly bent, and he glanced at Mommy with some embarrassment. "Before uncle Gu Zheng picked up Xiaomiao from school, he told the teacher that he was my father. Later, the students said that my father was so handsome, and I felt very happy..."

At this point, she suddenly realized that it was wrong. After being a little stunned, she immediately shook her head and changed her mouth: "no, Mommy, I can't have daddy, but I can't have Mommy."

Xiaomiao's words made Gong Qi, who has always been determined, feel inexplicably relaxed. Since she decided to move to England, she has never seriously asked the little guy's opinions.

"Yes." Thinking of this, she suddenly coughed a little unnaturally, "Xiaomiao, don't you want to go?"

"No, No."

When asked, the little guy seemed a little flustered. His fingers were agitated and shook his head against his heart. "I really want to go. Aunt Yaoyao said that there are many beautiful scenery and lovely children..."

After a while, the little guy listed all kinds of reasons why she wanted to go to England, which seemed very serious and sincere.

However, children's clumsy lies fall into the eyes of Gong Qi, who is best at observing people's minds. It's easy to see through nature.

Xiaomiao wants Gong Qi to stay, but the reason why she doesn't want to stay is to accommodate her wishes.

She tries to be clever and sensible, and tries not to become a drag on Gong Qi, so Mommy can stay because she can't let go of Uncle Gu Zheng, but she can't stay because she doesn't want to go.

"OK, Mommy knows. Just like it." Gong Qi knew everything, but she didn't expose it. She lowered her eyes, smiled gently, and touched the little guy's head twice. "It's late. Go to bed."

Watching the little guy leave step by step, her bright eyes gradually became dark. After a long silence, she suddenly got up, walked to the balcony and opened the curtains.

The neon night scene came into view, and she stared at it without saying a word.