All the way, Xiaomao blinked and worried about Gong Qi's condition.
"Mummy, we can't adopt Gulu in your situation."
The little guy stares at the cat next to her by the cage, which is very clever to rub her palm. She is a little anxious, but she also reminds her solemnly.
Gong Qi sat in the co driver's seat of the taxi and opened the window. Facing the wind blowing in from the window, he sniffed, "mommy has a way."
About 20 minutes later, Miss Gong, with her cat and daughter, rang the doorbell of a villa area.
Opening the door, Zhang Quan, standing at the door, dressed in a household suit, looked down at the woman in front of her.
A dusty face, one hand carrying a cat cage, the other hand is still fixed, and then with a little girl rubbed a dust.
When has she been in such a mess.
He took the cage in a hurry and met people inside. Then he heard a burst of "meow..." in his hand Call, immediately scared him not light, turned to ask people: "there is no mistake, not said you can't keep a cat?"
Gong Qi enters the door and lies down on the sofa with Xiao meow. He seems to have no strength to respond. He can only swing his hands slightly.
Gu Zheng took the cat upstairs and took two cups of warm water. Xiaomao got up and politely took it over. He called out again, "Hello uncle Quan."
The woman who occupied most of the space on the sofa narrowed her eyes and tossed about for a long time. After a sneeze did not come out, she took the warm water with one hand and gulped it out. After a long time, she felt relieved.
"All right." She pulled back her messy hair and regained 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 corner of her eyes carefully looking at the faint scars, "how did you do it? Why didn't you hear from your brother?"
Small meow holding a cup of water quietly sip a small, see the situation quickly answer, "Mommy had a car accident."
"Traffic accident" two words scared Zhang Quan suddenly from the sofa, went forward to a pinch of Gong Qi's cheek up and down to check, "what's going on? Did you hit someone or someone else hit you and killed you? "
Gong Qi was speechless, only allowing his natural noble face to be pinched into shape, and then turned a white eye in the past.
This is what she can expect. Zhang Quan's reaction is like this. If her brother knew about it, he would exaggerate it a hundred times.
"It's OK. It's over." And others will her up and down, Gong Qi one hand push away, face also dignified down, "looking for you is there are other things."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Quan went back to the sofa and suddenly pointed to the direction of the stairway behind him, "you didn't ask me to raise a cat for you?"
Gong Qi is not light or heavy, a cold eye swept in the past, "why, this little thing you are not willing to?"
Finally, she sat up in a more comfortable position with one hand holding the pillow beside her. Her face was relaxed: "of course, there must be more important things to find you."
In Zhang Quan's wary and trembling eyes, Gong Qi reaches out of his bag and finds the stack of documents and materials and throws them on the tea table in front of him. "Lu Yao recommended that you have no talent for acting?"
When he had finished reading that pile of materials, he listened to Gong Qi's concise narration. Zhang Quan pinched his brow and leaned on the back of the sofa with an irresistible face. "Why do you persecute a good and upright young man?"
"Just young man, you?" The woman held the empty water cup and knocked it carelessly on the tea table. "Don't get 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 attractive, the man straightened up again, as if hesitated for a while, "OK, just recently, there is nothing I have to do in Kyoto, so it should be good deeds and accumulated virtues."
Then he looked at the calm woman through the documents 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. "
As the topic progressed to the desired goal, Gong Qi didn't mean to stay any longer. If she continued to talk, she would inevitably involve emotional problems, which she was tired of responding to.
So after getting up, he waved to Xiaomiao, took the little guy's hand and blinked at the man on the sofa before leaving. "Don't worry, I'm aiming at that woman, it's just because of my aggressive personality that I can't change it."
in Shanghai, Jinling, there are two charity auction parties in the financial sector every year. Not long after Shao Yunchen led you to the economic times, the company received an invitation letter from the charity organizations in Shanghai.
It was originally intended to arrange for Mr. Huo to go, but after the case of general manager Mao was over, Shao Yunchen had to fulfill his previous promise and give the couple enough time to prepare for the wedding banquet.
"Mr. Song is one of the earliest honorary representatives of this charity auction. In his face, this time he will go." In the face of Lu Yao's question, Shao Yunchen, who was reading books in the sofa, did not hesitate to respond. At the same time, he had a more important reason in the past: "there are business opportunities there."On the other side of Kyoto, shangrui began to receive invitation letters to the party since its first year of founding Fengrui. The purpose of shangrui at the beginning was the same as Shao Yunchen, to expand business opportunities and contacts. The relationship among them is self-evident.
Every year, even if he didn't have time, he would invite representatives to attend at least once, and symbolically photographed some things back. Naturally, the important thing was not the antiques, but the reputation of Fengrui.
Shang Rui decided to attend the charity party this spring.
He is now lying in his arms, holding a drawing board in one hand, writing a woman painting.
He looked down at the top of her head, his fingers seemed to pass through those black broken hair intentionally or unintentionally, and finally swam down slowly, holding the earlobe of her soft flesh.
The woman's body instinctively shrunk, leaned in his arms, and then whispered "ah".
Shangrui droops her eyes, and her sight falls on the drawing board in her hand. The cartoon painting with childish interest is only one of them which is obviously heavy and appears to be very abrupt.
He grinned and pretended not to know: "what's the matter?"
Qi Feng pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at him with some blame, "do you mean it?"
The man didn't deny it, but his smile was softer. He folded her in his arms and took an eraser from the tea table next to him to wipe it. When the mark was wiped clean, he put his hands under his body and said, "it's OK. I'll paint it again. I'll watch you draw it."
Qi Feng is still lying in his arms, after cleaning the rubber crumbs, he continues to concentrate on painting, painting, and suddenly stops writing.
"What happened?" He asked in a warm voice.
The nib of the pen still clubbed there, leaving a heavy spot on the drawing paper. She suddenly laughed and shook her head gently, "brother Rui, have you ever thought about giving up Fengrui?"
This makes the man frown slightly, breath also follows heavy a few minutes, but tardy did not answer.
The woman in her arms didn't know it. She continued to look after herself. Her eyes were full of fascination. "I suddenly felt that it was very good for us to open a photography shop. You should be the boss and I should be the boss's wife. We can go to a smaller and quieter City and live our ordinary life."
Then, as if suddenly excited, the tone also raised a few points, put down the drawing board and went to hold the man's arm, "Miss Song is not willing to divorce you, for Fengrui?"
With that, he turned around and found that the man's eyes were deep and terrible.
She suddenly stopped talking. After a while, she began to laugh at herself: "I'm sorry, I just said it casually. This is my selfish, Fengrui is your painstaking efforts for so many years."
When she said a lot, shangrui did not respond to a word from the beginning to the end, just like thinking, very heavy thinking.
Until the atmosphere completely cooled down, he stood up, holding Qi Feng's jaw in her forehead light kiss: "I will consider."
After that, I went to the next hanger to take my coat and put it on. "It's getting late. You should have a rest early. I'll come to see you tomorrow."
"Don't you sleep here today?" Qi Feng chases out, and finally leans against the door frame to see the man's far away figure, and has not waited for a response from him.
She did not fully understand what Fengrui meant to shangrui.
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