"No need," Song Qingge called out to her, "Xiaowan, I'm not hungry." ”

Seeing her pale face and haggard appearance, Xu Wan's heart was slightly sour, but she pretended to smile and deliberately said, "I haven't eaten yet, just to wait for you." ”

More than ten minutes later, he came to the table, and it was steaming, and Song Qingge's eyes were wet.

After eating the noodles, Xu Wan took out a business card from her bag and handed it to her, "This is the largest gallery in Z City." She didn't dare to mention Wujing, for fear that mentioning it would arouse Song Qingge's sadness, so she said, "A friend of mine gave it to you, and said that you should take the painting over ......."

Changfeng Gallery?

Song Qingge looked at the business card and remembered what happened in the Changfeng Gallery in the afternoon.

The manager of the philistine, the arrogant Dong Congshan, and the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared...... One is stranger than the other, one is more bizarre than the other, it is simply a nonsensical farce.

For Dong Congshan's humiliation, Song Qingge didn't take it to heart, but felt sorry for her painting and was trampled on a few times.

And the middle-aged man appeared too abruptly, saying that he was here to relieve the siege, but it was better to say that he was here to coax. And his dismissal seems to be a little embarrassing, because first, they don't know each other, and second, her paintings can't be sold at that price.

However, she didn't plan to go to Changfeng Gallery again, but she couldn't waste Xu Wan's kindness, so she accepted her business card and said, "Well, I'll go." ”

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Song Qingge only found out before going to bed that there was a large bruise on his knee, no wonder it hurt so much after falling. However, the pain on her skin has long been numb to her, and what really failed to heal is the wound in her heart.

Tonight, she noticed that a black Range Rover had been following her from Changning Street to outside her home community for more than an hour. At first she didn't think about it, but then she wondered how anyone could drive at turtle speed, and it had been the same route as her, and when she entered the neighborhood and hid in the flower bed to look over, the car drove away at a rapid pace.

Who would be so bored to stalk her? and follow her for an hour?

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The next day, Song Qingge went out with the painting on his back, went to two galleries by subway and bus, and still found nothing. At noon, she sat on a bench on the side of the street, munching on bread, staring blankly at the ground, her mind wandering.

Suddenly, a pair of black shiny leather appeared in her field of vision without warning, she chewed bread, and slowly raised her head, it was Sun Chen, who was well-dressed and wore gold-wire glasses.

"Light song. ”

Qingge's gaze fell on the black Range Rover behind him, and then looked at him, "Mr. Sun?" Last night, was he always following her? Later, she affirmed this answer, because the Z city of Nuoda is really unlikely to meet on the street outside the third ring road. Unless, he's always following her.

Sun Chen lifted his glasses, smiled faintly, and walked to her side, "I thought I was wrong, but I didn't expect it to be you." He had just come back from a business trip abroad, and the eyes of her in front of her had long since lost her former look, and she looked depressed and depressed, which made him involuntarily want to scold her.

Song Qingge raised his eyebrows lightly, revealing a reluctant smile.

Seeing her sitting in the cold wind, wearing a black down jacket, carrying a big pocket in the crook of her arm, and holding half a loaf of bread in her hand, Sun Chen was slightly distressed, so he invited her to eat together.

Song Qingge refused, "No, I made an appointment." ”

knew that she was lying, but Sun Chen couldn't bear to say it, "That's it, then let's make an appointment another day." ”

Song Qingge nodded perfunctorily, "Okay." ”

"Have you changed your mobile phone number?" Sun Chen asked, hearing that he was in the capital when she divorced, and when he came back, he learned that something had happened to the Song Group, but he could no longer contact her.

Song Qingge was slightly stunned, and changed his mobile phone number, as Xu Wan said, to draw a line with the past...... Even, when she was financially stretched, she threw away the fruit mobile phone given to her by Gu Fengcheng and replaced it with a domestic mobile phone.

Sun Chen asked her for her new mobile phone number, and without much hesitation, she told him.

After Sun Chen left, Song Qingge was still sitting there, continuing to nibble on the bread, the cold bread, without the slightest warmth, but it could wrap his stomach. She was wearing no gloves, and her face and hands were red from the cold wind.

Across the street, in another black Range Rover, the big boss is smoking. He actually met her again, across the wide traffic, when he saw her talking to Sun Chen before, there was an indescribable sour feeling in his heart. Watching her nibble on bread made his heart throb slightly.

Before the cigarette was finished, he was snuffed out by the big boss irritably, he dialed the phone, frowned and said, "Xu Qian, get a bank card......

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Wu Jing entered the big boss office, coughed straight at the smoke, frowned and said, "BOSS, smoking too much is harmful to your health!"

The big boss frowned, turned a deaf ear, continued to spit out smoke rings, pushed a card to him, and was expressionless: "Send it to her." ”

"Who?" Wu Jing vaguely guessed, but he was not sure.

"That's it," the big boss's eyebrows were still furrowed, and he said stupidly, "My ex-wife." When the words ex-wife came out, there was a faint astringency in his throat.

After getting a positive answer, Wu Jing was really taken aback, looking at the card, "Why?" He didn't forget, when he divorced, he had mentioned paying alimony to Song Qingge, but was rejected by the boss.

The big boss took a hard puff of his cigarette, "If you want to send it, what are you doing with so much nonsense?" He just didn't want to see her down-and-out appearance, she had walked so far last night, and today she went out again, and she was still nibbling on cold bread at noon......

“BOSS——”

"Don't talk nonsense," the big boss said, a little annoyed, "send it quickly." ”

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In the afternoon, Song Qingge dragged his tired body home, walked too far, and his legs were a little numb. Entering the door, Xu Wan looked at her tired appearance, very distressed, watching her painting go out and take it back untouched, she couldn't bear to ask her, just reproached, "Why don't you take the car?"

"Exercise. Song Qingge said lightly. It's not that she is reluctant to spend that money, but she wants to let exhaustion numb all her nerves, lest she lie in bed every night and lose sleep.

"Then you have such a workout?" Xu Wan snorted lightly, nestled on the sofa, pointed to the coffee table, and said, "By the way, there is your express!"

Song Qingge was slightly stunned, she lives here, no one knows, who will send her something? She walked over and took the courier, which was sent from London, and she opened it in a slight surprise.

"What is it?" Xu Wan leaned over and looked at the English letters on it, she didn't recognize it, and was deflated.