Simply tidying herself up, when she returned to the kitchen again, she still caught a glimpse of Kong Chengyi leaning on the balcony without saying a word.

The kitchen was filled with mist, and for a moment the sweet seafood porridge overflowed with bursts of aroma, and Hua Pity slowly stirred the sticky porridge from time to time, while leaning on the refrigerator and swiping her mobile phone, looking at the screen in confusion.

Leaning against the wall of the balcony with his slender legs slightly bent, Kong Chengyi half-squinted, took a deep breath of cigarette, and then exhaled heavily, wisps of white smoke slowly drifted into the air, and his irritable thoughts gradually precipitated.

The rice flowers bloomed, the fresh and sweet seafood porridge was boiled, and the aroma became more and more intense.

Bringing the steaming porridge to the table, Hua Pixied approached the balcony, but saw that he was still looking up at the sky, and his face in the night seemed to be stained with a layer of mist, permeating with a faint sadness.

"The porridge is ready, if there is no other 'customized service', I will go back to the room first!" "Sign a contract, lose some freedom, and must also make yourself the person he wants, Hua pity raised his mouth, as if self-deprecating but also trying to pretend to be the well-behaved and virtuous wife he wanted.

Her stomach was empty, and she couldn't raise her desire to drink porridge anymore, so she locked the door and dialed Cheng Yi's phone directly: "It's my ......"

When he opened his eyes, the hazy sunflower reflected through the curtains, staring quietly at the mottled curtains, unable to see through but vaguely able to guess the time, reaching out and rubbing his slightly swollen eyes, Hua closed his eyes again, and the sound of sobbing with Cheng Yi last night was still flowing in his eardrums.

"Click" The door closed, and she guessed that Kong Chengyi should have gone out to work, and the empty house was dead and silent again, but it also made her cherish such a comfortable and quiet space.

The simple style of the house, like Kong Chengyi's coldness, seems to be dyed with the appearance and temperament of the owner, the seafood porridge on the table is still placed, the solidified rice grains and fine ingredients are tightly glued, and he has not touched it, while the wine bottle on the bar is empty, and the ashtray is overflowing with burnt cigarette butts.

Dumping the porridge from the bowl into the trash can, Hua Pitian opened the pot, and without surprise, the rest was still in the pot, her eyebrows raised, and at the same time she smiled, she decided to heat up the porridge and make it her own breakfast.

Arrogant people hate strangers touching their own things, and they don't allow strangers to enter and leave their private space, Kong Chengyi didn't invite any servants, and before the flower pity, it was always Sister-in-law Yang who came to clean up, and after she moved in, she did it herself, Kong Chengyi even gave an absolute order to Sister-in-law Yang, requiring the two to have a top-secret private space.

The long strands of hair were tied up casually with elastic bands, revealing a graceful neck and a crisp forehead, and Hua looked around the house with pity, carefully examining the house that had been neglected by several days of swaggering, and decided to clean it while she was free.

It took nearly three hours to clean the house to a spotless level, Hua Pity was already sweating profusely, and the hair that was originally tied up was loose, and even more than half of the hair was wet, and he poured a large glass of warm boiled water, and while opening the refrigerator, he found that there were only some vegetables and fruits left, barely able to make a person's lunch, and went into the bathroom to take a shower while thinking about the dishes that needed to be made later.

The most basic criterion of a good wife and mother is, of course, to win the hearts of her husband and children with the best cooking skills, and the simple dishes are even more difficult to pity, only half an hour after bathing and changing clothes, she simply cooked crucian carp soup, stir-fried fungus, shredded carrots, and vinegared cabbage.

After a brief lunch, Hua Pi took the rose tea to the rattan chair on the balcony and sat down, Kong Chengyi stood here with a tilt in her mind, faint sadness was pervasive, she learned to look up, and unexpectedly found that there was a milky white sunny day doll hanging on the eaves of the balcony, if you didn't look up, it was impossible to find it, even if it was a breeze, it was just silently fluttering, not like a wind chime.

The milky white ceramic doll is not a luxury item, nor is it an item that a cold person like Kong Chengyi would use to decorate the house.

Hua Pity stared quietly, but she couldn't see what was special about it, and wondered whether Kong Chengyi was looking at a doll or just the night sky.

The sky is blue, the noon sun is still warm, and the subtle cool breeze is blowing, holding the warm flower tea in the hand, after a while the flower pity has been drowsy, but reluctant to be at the moment of peace, emerging "the present world is stable, the years are quiet" poetry.

After thinking about it, I walked back to the room, picked up a pencil and stretched out rice paper, and traced it carefully, and it was the happiest time to be able to do what I liked the most in the best moments, and it was also the time I should enjoy the most.

In the same afternoon, in the president's office that carries the group, there is less comfort, and the eternal busyness is still non-stop even during the lunch break.

Quickly turning over the pages of the document, Kong Chengyi made a sharp and rapid assessment, and the vigorous and powerful words were quickly rendered on the thin document paper, and billions of decisions were made in minutes.

Ke Jie stood aside, and also quickly swiped the iPad in his hand to quickly check Kong Chengyi's itinerary.

"President, Mr. Simon will bring his wife to our reception in the evening, do you need to pick up his wife to accompany you?"

Stopping the instructions, Kong Chengyi looked up at Ke Jie, dropped the pen at random, turned the chair to the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the pedestrians on the street as thin as ants, and gently tapped the armrest of the chair between his fingers, and the subtle sound of "tuk tuk tuk" gradually blurred, "You go out first!"

The office door was closed by Ke Jie with a "squeak", and the sound of "tuk tuk tuk" continued, Kong Chengyi looked at the blue and boundless clear sky for a long time, and finally reached out and picked up the phone on the desk.

Indulging in the construction of her own brush, Hua Pi unconsciously painted on the balcony for more than two hours, her hands were stained with jet-black brush and ink, blinked her sore eyes that she only realized at this time, and looked up at the string of sunny dolls, still peaceful, as if time had stood still.

Suddenly, a rapid ringtone rang, stunned for a moment, Hua pity recognized that it was the ringtone of her mobile phone, and was shocked, dropped the sketch in her hand and ran to the living room.

Ignoring the pen and ink on his hands, he gasped lightly but saw that Kong Chengyi's private number was displayed on the screen.

"Hey ......" held her breath, her nose trembling to let her breath go away, and Hua Pi answered the phone quickly.

"Hello?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, Hua took the phone and looked at the number again, put it back on his ears suspiciously, and asked hesitantly, "You, did you make the wrong call?"

Holding a thin local tyrant gold mobile phone, there was only a slight breathing sound from the phone in the quiet office, faintly with a little urgency, carefully discerning her rapid breathing, I wanted to ask her what she was doing at home, and finally it was still a formulaic order: "It's me, Ke Jie will pick you up at 6 o'clock, and a client will bring his wife to dinner in the evening, and you will come along"

Putting down the phone, looking at the time, I went back to the balcony to pack up the sketches back to the room, and regretted that the comfort of the day was finally over.

Wearing a blue long skirt and a simple black leather jacket, Hua Pixi's long hair was scattered, making her look thinner and thinner, exuding a quiet but resolute temperament.

The warm palm passed through her small coat and was directly attached to her thin long skirt, the fingertips rubbed slowly, Kong Chengyi's sexy lips were raised, and the satisfied flower was pitiful and casual but fashionable.

With her shoulders slightly pressed against his chest, Flower smiled sweetly and walked lightly with his steps.

The elegant piano music flows, the lights are dim, and the guests in the romantic western restaurant are wearing decent suits and beautiful dress-style skirts, which looks elegant and noble.

"Will my outfit tonight make your clients feel disrespectful to them?" pulled the long skirt on his body, and Hua Pity whispered softly to Kong Chengyi.

With a slight exertion, making her more and more close to her chest, Kong Chengyi leaned down and exhaled into her earlobe: "Unique enough, there is no need to be the same as others!"

The sudden intimacy made Hua Pity blush instantly, biting her lip slightly, and pretending to be her usual calmness.

"Hello Mr. Simon, this is my wife Flower Pity!" Ignoring the eyes of the other guests, Kong Chengyi quietly appeared at the customer's table with Flower Pity.

"Hello, Mr. Kong!" Simon's big blue eyes stared at Hua Pit, "Madam is so beautiful, Mr. Kong is blessed!" Just wanted to lean over and give a veneer salute to Hua Pity, but unexpectedly, Kong Chengyi first printed a kiss on Hua Pity's cheek, "Mr. Simon's wife is also extraordinary!"

Pulling Hua Pity back to his side, Kong Chengyi gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Hua Mercy, let her sit side by side with Simon's wife, and nodded coldly to his wife.

Heartily laughed twice, Simon said bluntly: "Mr. Kong loves Mrs. very much, he can't allow others to touch a finger of her!"

"Men and women don't kiss, besides, now that I'm not in France, there's no need to give my woman a kiss to a strange man!"

"I hope we have a good time working together!" Shrugging, Simon picked up his wine glass and touched it lightly with Kong Chengyi.

Simon and Kong Chengyi talked calmly about business, while Simon's wife whispered to Hua Pity enthusiastically, and occasionally met Simon who came over to kiss his wife, and Hua Pity looked at it with a smile, and did not feel that there was anything wrong.

Chewing on the steak, Kong Chengyi was not as shy as he imagined when he saw the pity of the flowers, but was curious, "It's interesting to see other people's affection?"