"Hey." Why did grandma call at this time, this time should be the time when grandma and grandpa are walking in the park. "Grandma." Every night after dinner, Li Meizhen likes to go to the square downstairs for a walk. At this time, Lin Xianyi was at home alone, and Li Meizhen was really not at ease, so she tricked Lin Xian into going downstairs to walk to lose weight on the grounds that Xiao'er disliked her grandfather for being too fat, so that she could watch him. At first, Lin Xianyi was disgusted. It's better to go downstairs and watch TV at home, and you're not fat. Besides, even if you are fat, what can you do, how old are you? It wasn't until his wife said this reason that Lin Xianyi had a depressed thought, and he felt fat every day. But in a state of unease, Lin Xianyi still asked his granddaughter. In dealing with the problem of Lin Xian going downstairs and walking, her granddaughter stood with her, so Li Meizhen was very satisfied. The granddaughter succeeded in making Lin Xianyi obedient and obedient, which made Li Meizhen overjoyed, but this happiness was only expressed in front of her granddaughter. "I still come out for a walk in this winter, I really can't stand you." Lin Xianyi dragged his wife's left arm as he walked. Because when she went down the stairs just now, her wife almost slipped to it, so she had no choice but to keep dragging her, and she couldn't relax at all. "If you don't like to go, you should go back!" Li Meizhen stopped in front of the steps. "Let go of me, let go of me, go back, go back." "You don't want to go back!" There were steps in front of him, and Lin Xianyi grabbed his wife's left arm again. No matter how Li Meizhen threw it, Lin Xianyi dragged herself to death. "If it weren't for the fact that you almost fell down the stairs just now, you and I would be here to accompany you!" "Loosen up, let go, who wants you to accompany you!" Li Meizhen threw her arm again and asked Lin Xianyi to walk away, but Lin Xianyi's persistence still failed to make her arm escape. "How?" Lin Xianyi proudly grabbed Li Meizhen's arm and showed off his strength to her. Li Meizhen looked at Lin Xianyi's raised lips, and puffed out with joy, what an old naughty boy. But now with a stern look, I really feel a little moved. The two of them supported each other and walked down the three steps in front of them. "I sue you, if it weren't for my opinion, if you fall so badly that you need my care, or I won't leave you alone, really. However, if you really fall, don't say that I don't take care of it, and then you will have to trouble the thugs. I feel sorry for my granddaughter. Lin Xianyi had just moved himself for a while, and then a plate of cold water was poured over him. Li Meizhen shook off Lin Xianyi's hand. "I don't need your help, if I really fall, I don't need to do it!" Li Meizhen said loudly that Lin Xianyi was very helpless, and she would be told the truth. "Look at you." Lin Xianyi hurriedly followed Li Meizhen's footsteps, when will her temper change. "What's the matter with you?" Lin Xian grabbed his wife's left arm one by one. "What's wrong with me? What's going on? Yes! Lin Xianyi, how old are you, can you take your mind away when you speak! "Why don't I go with my brain? What am I saying wrong? "Are you in the water in your brain?" Li Meizhen lowered her voice and said, not wanting to be heard by people passing by. "What do you want to take care of when I fall, I have been married to you for so many years, how hard it is, ah, I deserve it! I also feel sorry for my granddaughter, if you really feel sorry for Xiao'er, you will give her less trouble. "What a temper you have!" "That's the temper, what's the matter!" "I didn't say anything, just kidding, you look at you!" "Am I out? I sue you, I don't like to hear your jokes, you know? "Ah, yes, yes." "What do you know? Know, know! Just when Li Meizhen was still losing her temper, two old neighbors came up to her, and Lin Xianyi shook his wife's arm. Do? Li Meizhen looked over and found that it was an old neighbor, so she immediately retracted her temper just now. His aunt! "It's getting really fast." Lin Xianyi muttered quietly. "Walking, Mr. Li." "Yes, let's go out for dinner and digest the food." "Why don't you say that your professor knows how to maintain health!" Aunt Zhang, who was next to Aunt Wang, said. "What professors don't teach, aren't everyone the same? One for the common people. "Hey, speaking of the common people. Have you heard about one today? Aunt Liang on the side said. What's the matter? Aunt Wang asked. I heard that this morning, the young white-collar worker in the last news died suddenly working overtime, and the young man's family went to the defendant's lawyer to make trouble! I heard that the police ambulances had gone, and I heard them say that the scene was chaotic. Aunt Liang continued. You should go to that company, why find someone else's lawyer! Li Meizhen asked. You don't know this, Mr. Li, their family went to that company to make trouble, and people don't eat that. This does not go to a lawyer again. Aunt Liang continued. Let me tell you, there are a few good people in the current lawyers. I also heard that the lawyers of that family only help the rich to fight lawsuits, and in lawsuits like this, they must have made money, otherwise a young man would have lost his words. Aunt Zhang said. What's the name of the office? Lin asked first. It seems to have an auspicious word. Aunt Wang said. Yuanxiang? Li Meizhen said. Yes, yes, that's it. Aunt Wang said excitedly. Or do you teachers have a good memory, but people like us can't remember names? "Oh, that, don't stand here and talk, you have time to talk at home! Walk around more after eating, go, go! Lin Xianyi said. Yes, yes, okay, Mr. Li, the two of you will also walk, and we will talk another day. After Aunt Wang finished speaking, she and the other two walked in the other direction. After Li Meizhen waited for the three of them to leave, she immediately took out her mobile phone. "What are you doing?" Lin Xianyi asked. "What can I do to call Xiao'er!" The owl's phone was found. "Didn't you hear what they just said! What if the owl is in danger! "But, however, what they say is not necessarily accurate! They also heard about it. "So call and ask?" The phone is connected. "But ・・・・・・" "Eh, shut up! Li Meizhen said in annoyance. Owl! ・・・Well, grandma asks you, where are you now? "Li Meizhen told Xiao'er that someone went to the office to make trouble, and expressed her worries and asked if the injured person was Xiao'er." Mom, I didn't go to the office today, I haven't had anything to do in the flower shop. "I don't want to lie to my grandmother, but I can only say this to keep them from worrying." Grandma, you will listen to this kind of thing in the future, don't take it too seriously. "Come, give me, give me." Lin Xianyi snatched the mobile phone in Li Meizhen's hand, and didn't care whether Li Meizhen was happy or not. "What are you doing! It's annoying. Li Meizhen spread her hand very dissatisfied. Owl! It's grandpa... That's right, they just said that the current Yuanxiang Law Firm is already a place for rich people to fight lawsuits. Moreover, I have heard about the plaintiff, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with them. Xiao'er, see if you can talk about it, don't let Yuanxiang's lawyer take on such a case. Li Meizhen kept beating Lin Xianyi, but he never wanted to stop talking about it. What are you doing? That, Xiao'er, grandpa said good things. Otherwise, this reputation will get worse and worse in the future, you say no, this ・・・・・・" Before she finished speaking, Li Meizhen had already snatched the phone. "What are you doing? I'm not done yet! "Say anything, it's useless to say something a day." "How can I say it's useless?" "Owl." The last thing Li Meizhen wants to see is that Xiao'er is sad and sad, and her current situation is already very difficult. "Grandma knows that you have been very indulgent to Yanna because of the summer, although what your grandfather just said is not entirely unreasonable. But grandma hopes that your heart will not be too heavy, I know that you have the ability and a better way to solve the matter of Yuanxiang. Grandma hopes that you don't live in the past, and that you have to be happy in life. "I know, grandma. Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll take care of it over there, and I won't make it difficult to do in the summer. Lin Xian hung up the phone with a stern face on his wife's face, and realized that he had just said the wrong thing. But now I feel more like I know if my mistakes have hurt Xiao'er, and if Xiao'er is okay. As soon as he was about to speak, his wife immediately glared at him, the meaning of this look was very clear, shut up. I hung up and there was a calendar in the top left corner of the table, and it was December. Although it is not the coldest winter, these few things around me are enough to chill my heart. I never thought things would come to this point, everything around me is changing. Calm, calm, I want to deal with one thing at a time, and don't forget what my mother said. Now I'm dealing with the glass-covered immortal flower first, and then the two artistic flower arrangements. Employees of Qiao's Group's office building packed up their belongings and went to work. He Xiao was the first to leave, and Shen Ziman asked Nieman if he was going to work overtime while packing up his things, and if he needed to stay and help. Nieman looked at the computer and the text spread out on the table, and shook his head helplessly. If you can solve things by yourself, Niemann will not let others help you lightly. Qiao Moyu's sentence, I want to change the theme of this column a little, fortunately I asked in advance, otherwise it would be another big change. "Gone." Shen Ziman left the office, just walked to the door and subconsciously reached out to turn off the light. "Oh, I'm sorry." Shen Ziman turned the light back on. Nieman was not in a very good mood, and Shen Ziman actually forgot about himself. "Don't forget to turn off the lights and power off when you go." "Got it." Nieman grimaced at Shen Ziman and turned around to continue working. I really don't know what I'm doing? A good job is not descriptive. The phone at hand is flashing green. "If you're working overtime, I'll bring you dinner later." Qiao Moyu's words reminded Nieman of that time when he went home, he met Qiao Moyu who happened to be sitting at the gate of the park eating fried stew. "Who the hell are you?" This sentence drew a big question mark in Niemann's mind. Nieman ignored the message and continued to work. Qiao Moyu leaned on the kitchen table and stared at his phone. Niemann will see the phone, right? Time passes slowly, one minute, two minutes, three minutes, why did you lose your phone? Or on the way home? Qiao Moyu looked at her watch, she shouldn't have been able to see this message at this time! The company was not far from her home, and at half past five, she should be almost home by this time. Qiao Moyu opened the refrigerator, and the contents should be enough to make a dinner. I have to prepare well, and I don't want to make a fool of myself when cooking for the first time. There aren't a lot of spices in the fridge. I hope she won't be as picky as Li Mingya. Wait a minute, why did I think of Li Mingya! Qiao Moyu's mobile phone thrown on the dining table still didn't respond, what the hell was she doing? Could it be that the phone is broken? No, this shouldn't be a problem with her job responsibilities. Could it really be that the phone was lost? "Are you working overtime? If yes, I'll see you later. "The voice was sent successfully. Qiao Moyu chose a cute cat expression and smiled with a pleasant look on his crescent eyes. The phone vibrated again, or Qiao Moyu, too lazy to pay attention to you. Nieman put the text back on his phone and continued to work. Qiao Moyu held her phone and leaned on the dining table, what happened to this sister? I can't send text or voice, what the hell is wrong with her? Time is going again, walking very slowly, Qiao Moyu looks up at the sky, the phone is on the left hand side, and his fingers are playing rhythms on the desktop. What's going on, it's been five minutes. No, call. The phone went through, but it didn't ring a few times, and the phone was turned off. This is, it can't really be a lost phone! If that's the case, then wouldn't you have helped the person who picked up the phone? Niemann couldn't get his phone back. The phone is vibrating again, but this time it's not WeChat, it's a phone. Qiao Moyu, what the hell are you going to do? The phone does not ring twice, and it automatically shuts down when the battery runs out. Oh my God, Qiao Moyu, I really admire you, I didn't bring a charger, do you have nothing to do for a day. "Hey, I'm Qiao Moyu, help me check who is working overtime in the G brand marketing department?" The people of the group's security department made a quick inquiry. "Mr. Qiao, Mei Niman from the G brand marketing department is working overtime." "How many landlines?" After Qiao Moyu got the landline phone number of Nieman's office from the group, he immediately called it. The sudden ringing of the landline startled Niemann, who seemed to have seen this number somewhere. It was Qiao Moyu again, and Nieman just got up the phone but didn't hold the phone and fell down. Ha! I'm really, forget about you, I'm going to keep working, I don't want to work late. "Hey." Qiao Moyu was about to say the next sentence, but the phone was hung up, Meneman, what is the situation with you. Qiao Moyu's mood changed from worry to anger. After dialing the landline again, Nieman answered the phone, and before Nieman could speak, Qiao Moyu was the first to ask. "Why are you hanging up on me? I don't reply to sending you WeChat, you still turn off your mobile phone, the landline in your office is connected, and you still hang up, what do you want to do? Qiao Moyu's series of questions ignited Nieman's already bad feelings at once. But thinking that it was Qiao Moyu who could hold back his anger. "There's no power." "I'm sorry." Qiao Moyu's apologetic tone made Nieman a little unconvinced. "I'll make you dinner as compensation." "I don't eat spicy, I don't eat too oily. It is better to have a bowl of porridge, salty. "Okay, give me an hour." She's really picky. At the end of the call, Qiao Moyu looked at the mobile phone in his hand. Thinking of eating and putting food face-to-face with Nieman for a while, Qiao Mo laughed meaningfully. Qiao Moyu's first item is to cook porridge. But when you put the rice in the rice cooker, a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork should be fine. Qiao Moyu opened the refrigerator, what else could the ingredients in it do? Qiao Moyu took out everything that could be used in the refrigerator. Let's go under the knife first, as long as it's not spicy or oily. Qiao Moyu was busy in the kitchen, and in order to get his hands on every dish, he almost wanted to have a doppelganger technique. According to the time set by himself, dinner must appear in front of Niemann's eyes within an hour. The color, flavor and flavor must be guaranteed, and Qiao Moyu tried his best to make himself methodical. Deng Li changed her clothes, sorted out her outfits, and prepared to go out. When I passed by the kitchen, I saw my son doing something with his back to him. This is really strange, my son doesn't have a lot of time to eat at home, let alone cook by himself, what's wrong with him today? "Son, what are you doing?" Deng Li walked over to her son. He was pouring porridge into the lunch box, or preserved egg and lean porridge. There was an oval-shaped insulated lunch box on the side, which had not been used for a long time. The insulated lunch box has a total of three layers, and each layer can hold two dishes. The insulated lunch box that my son now uses is a four-layer round insulated lunch box. "Cook!" Qiao Moyu continued the movement of his hand and did not look up at his mother. "For Li Mingya? Ha! What's wrong with you today? In the two years since you and Li Mingya have been dating, I haven't seen you cook for her. But yes, you haven't cooked for your mother. By the way, you are such a family cook, is it ・・・・・ your marriage to her" Deng Li became more and more excited. "Mom." Qiao Moyu looked at her mother with annoyance. "Didn't you ask someone to eat? Not to go yet. "Eh, did you talk to your mother like that?" "Are you sure your son is busy right now?" "Okay, then I'll go first." "Okay." Qiao Moyu looked up and noticed that there was no father outside the kitchen. Since that quarrel, father and mother have rarely been in the same frame. In the same frame? That's what Niemann taught me. Deng Li saw her son's question, but her son didn't ask, he always did. "Your dad has something to do today, I'll go alone." "Yes." Qiao Moyu nodded and watched his mother leave. How long will the drama between them be played? From childhood to adulthood, my father has been a towering tree in his eyes, and he used to be and is even more so. It may be that after changing from a boy to a man, the distance between himself and his father is getting farther and farther away. Especially after taking over Qiao's Group, he and his father rarely met. Like when my mother celebrates her birthday, it is rare for the whole family to eat together. Since that time when he heard his father and mother arguing on the terrace, Qiao Moyu has missed his childhood more and more. When I was a child, I played with the three of them. No, to be precise, it's himself and Xiao'er, and the left and right are rarely with us. Around? I don't think I called him that in years. When I was a child, I always sat in my father's arms and listened to my father's stories to make me happy. I will always stand by and fall on my father's shoulder. It is always the owl who is held in the palm of his father's hand. But in this way, Qiao Moyu did not have any dissatisfaction, because he had long regarded Xiao'er as his sister, and his brother would never be jealous of his sister. Time records beauty, but also records the past that I can't bear to look at. It is impossible to repeat it when you are a child, and you can't stop what is happening in front of you. The estrangement between father and mother is not a day or two. If the estrangement between them has long existed, then the affection they have been showing in front of me for so many years is all acting. If so, wouldn't they be a toy that doesn't know anything, watching their wholehearted performance. They have been wearing such a mask full of acting skills for so many years, and it is terrible to think about it yourself. What's behind the quarrel? It can be seen from that quarrel that the mother complained deeply about the father. And when he wanted to figure out what his father had done, Qiao Moyu realized that he really knew very little about his father. For so many years, there is almost no heart-to-heart between myself and my father. At that moment, Qiao Moyu felt guilty, whether it was for his mother or father. Life is no longer in his wife's complaints, there is nowhere to vent what it is like, Qiao Moyu can't believe it. Qiao Moyu secretly left the group during work hours, drove a company car that his family had barely seen, and quietly followed his father. Drinking tea and chatting with old friends is what my father loves to do, and it is a very beautiful thing to sit with these "comrades-in-arms" who struggled together and recall those years. Sometimes they go golfing together, sometimes they go fishing, and more often they go fishing. They'll spend the whole day together, talking about topics that never go on. When it wasn't a party day, my father would go to the artsy boutique street, where the shops were all selling handicrafts. Every person who comes to Wuye City for tourism will come here to buy a few things. My father knew the shopkeepers well, not only because he worked here when he was young, but also because he was their supplier. Wood carving was a favorite of my father, who worked in a shop that sold wood carvings when he was young. When I was a child, I used to make handicrafts with Xiao'er, and then let my father inspect them. My father taught me how to make leather bracelets. My father ate out almost every day when he was outside. My father wouldn't go to expensive restaurants, he would go to cheap restaurants, and my father didn't forget to pack after eating enough wine and food. The driver, Qiao Ran, will always show up after one thing is over, and drive his father away. Their destination is a low-rise community, with only six floors per building, which is supposed to be an old-fashioned community. However, the management is very good, and it should be a duplex structure. When did my father get a house here, it looks like he lives here. He was very familiar with the neighbors around him, and he was smiling when he greeted them, exactly the same as when he was at home. Passing by the two old men playing chess on the side of the road, my father bent down to talk to them, which made the two old men laugh. The father walked to a nearby building, and when the father knocked on the door, the door was opened by a girl with long flaxen hair with side bangs. The girl was complaining about the packed meals in her father's hand, complaining coquettishly, and her father explained with a simple smile. This scene made Qiao Moyu think of Xiao'er, if the person who opened the door was Xiao'er, I think my heart was not so uncomfortable at the moment. One morning, my father drove out by himself. When Qiao Moyu followed his father to the destination, Qiao Moyu was stunned, it was the aquarium. For a moment, Qiao Moyu thought that when I was a child, my father would often take us to this aquarium. It's still there after all these years, and it's been expanded. When she was a child, she often yelled about watching fish, and her father often took time to bring her to the aquarium. I don't know why Xiao'er always gets tired of watching it, and I don't want to come again after watching it once. Because that shark is so scary. Because there are not too many people here on Thursdays and not too few people, they come to the aquarium four times a month. Each time they had something new to discover and talk about, my father never got annoyed by this repetitive task. I didn't expect that after so many years, my father still maintained this habit. After visiting the aquarium, my father would have lunch near the window. Qiao Moyu looked at his father in the parking lot directly opposite the aquarium, and his father's mustache was what Xiao'er liked. Does he have to remember Xiao'er every day today? At this moment, Qiao Moyu really wanted Xiao'er to disappear from everyone's memory. Leaving the aquarium, my father's car drove home. Turning left fifty meters ahead is the only way home. But when you get to that intersection, the car goes straight. After about 15 minutes of driving, the car enters the mountain road, which is flanked by tall trees, and on the left is a residential area far from the road. Because it's afternoon, you can see the sea from the trees on the right that pass by the gǎ glitter. The mountain road unconsciously turned uphill, Qiao Moyu vaguely remembered that he seemed to have walked on this road, but he couldn't remember when he was here last time. Qiao Moyu kept thinking about it. The mountain road connects a quaint town, the car does not go straight but turns right to bypass the town, after a distance of about 200 meters, come to a brown-colored two-story villa located facing the sea and backing the town, looking to the right can condescendingly look down on Wuye City, and at the same time surrounded by a large number of low trees. The father parked the car in the parking area on the right side of the villa and walked up a few steps. My father was very familiar with this place, and it seemed that he had come here often. Qiao Moyu parked the car on the side of the mountain road to prevent it from entering his father's field of vision. Qiao Moyu stepped out of the car and the sea breeze blew, and there was no noisy sound around him. The surroundings are quiet enough to hear the sea breeze blowing the ground, covered with the sound of fallen leaves exposed by the melting snow. Qiao Moyu faces the sea on his right, which is three stories above sea level, and he can clearly hear the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks. The conversation between several people made Qiao Moyu pay attention to the villa on the left. Outside the terraces on the first and second floors of the villa, people sit on dark barstools, holding a sketchpad, brush or camera in one hand, and steaming mugs on the balustrade platform in the other. The brown walls, orange walls, or the period houses that turn their heads to the outside make this place feel like a paradise away from the hustle and bustle of the city. There are purses, streamers, wind chimes, flags, etc., which are handmade only by grandparents, and some of the walls have graffiti, and there is a strong artistic atmosphere here. Although this villa is newer than the houses behind it, its exterior structure and feel make it completely integrated with the town, and you can hardly tell that there is anything special or wrong about it. At the door of the villa are several bicycles, a mailbox and a wooden storage rack in the shape of a house. The green vegetation around the villa is covered with a thin layer of snow, and the snow is slowly melting due to the abundant sunshine, revealing the original appearance of the plants below. The withered branches around the villa are tightly huddled, and if it is summer, it is sure to bloom here. This villa, without any logo or name, seems to be particularly attractive in this town. Qiao Moyu walked to the storage shelf, on which were placed four graffiti-style envelopes, with maps, price lists, membership guides, and a letter written on them. The father was on the couch by the window, with his back to the door, and a girl was putting a drink on the table in front of him. "Map" is a map of this town, the map is very cute, restaurants, inns, handicraft shops, snack shops, etc., the villa on the map is marked as the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion. The "price list" is the price of drinks and various breads and pastries in the lounge area. There's nothing special about these meals, just some regular stuff. There are also books for rent, which can only be taken away if you pay a deposit. You can see it for free in the store. The "Membership Guide" introduces this place called the Lin Family No. 72 Compound, which is a place for painting and leisure. There is no fee to join here, but the requirements for membership are very strict, there are 20 of them. The last page says the prices of the painting tools sold here. The only people who meet these terms are painters or artists who don't eat the fireworks of the world. "A letter" is a letter written by the owner of the No. 72 compound of the Lin family to everyone, telling everyone that simplicity and the beauty of being away from the city. It's totally a sanctuary for purifying the mind, spiritually. Qiao Moyu stood at the door and looked inside. At this time, my father was chatting with a man with long hair and beard, wearing a loose gray sweater and drinking what appeared to be wine, and it seemed that they were having a good conversation. There seemed to be a piano behind the man. The right half of the first floor of the villa facing the sea is a place for coffee, and if it is not sunny, you can't see the inside door at all. The waitress walked to her father's table with another cup of coffee. Qiao Moyu's gaze followed the girl back to the bar. Inside the gate is a hollow screen, accompanied by a curtain of water. However, what can be seen is that the girl is in a bar with curved lines, and on the outside of the bar is a bookshelf with four layers of books. The bar is topped by something resembling hemp rope with light bulbs hanging from it, and the other end of the hemp rope is fixed to the ceiling. These lights are spotty from the bar. Qiao Moyu shifted his attention from the unknown place behind the bar to a pair of lovers who were facing him at the door. There should be access to the second floor behind the bar. They were working on something on it against the wall, and the boy took a picture from the left-hand side and handed it to the girl. The girl pinned the photo to the wall, and it turned out that there was a printer there for the guests to print out the photo and stick it on the wall. In the end, the young couple took a pen and wrote something on it, and wrote words of satisfaction with each other with a happy face. Qiao Moyu looked at a long vertical window directly behind the wooden frame in front of him, and the gray curtains were half-drawn. There are four such long strip windows in the second half of the villa, only this one is not all down. From this window, near the gate, you can see a girl drawing with her back to her. There are also several drawing boards next to the girl, and next to the drawing boards is a small table where paint is placed. Qiao Moyu didn't know that he was standing at the door and peeking inside, which had already attracted the attention of the customers standing outside on the first and second floors. It seemed that something was wrong, Qiao Moyu looked up at the second floor, an old couple was looking at him, and they smiled very kindly at him. Qiao Moyu responded and was about to leave, but the girl who had painted just now was standing in front of the window, and the gray curtains were all gone. The two men smiled politely at each other. As soon as Qiao Moyu turned around, the sound of a piano came from inside. The girl who painted lowered the curtains and disappeared. The old couple on the second floor also disappeared with the mug in their hands. It should be said that the people outside the terrace on the second floor have entered the house. Qiao Moyu stepped up the steps and stood in the doorway and looked inside. I don't know what it's called, but it's really tempting to check it out. Through the gap between people and people, Qiao Moyu saw that the side of the person in front of the piano was the person who had just chatted with his father, and the glass of wine was still on the piano. Noticing that the number of people watching him was increasing, he took a sip of his wine and began to play and sing. In the crowd of onlookers, my father was also there. Qiao Moyu didn't want to do something boring, so he drove away. Qiao Moyu parked the car on the way his father had to leave there. The afternoon passed quickly, and his father's car passed in front of him at four o'clock, and Qiao Moyu immediately drove the car out of this hiding spot. Qiao Moyu continued to follow his father, who drove the car at a road intersection. Qiao Moyu parked the car behind his father's car, and he just saw his father's every move here. "Hey, check out a clubhouse called the Lin family's No. 72 compound." Qiao Moyu was on the phone while looking at the leaflet he had just picked up from the shelf. The road is full of shops, and it's a vegetable market that my mother would never come to. My father had a natural conversation with the stall owner, and it was probably not the first time he had come here to buy something. Growing up so big, it is almost a minority to eat the food cooked by my father, except for my father's birthday and necessary holidays. My father quickly bought something suitable at the market and walked out with a bag of things in his left hand. Suddenly, my father laughed, and this back was all too familiar to me. Just a few days ago, I saw her open the door for her father. The girl with long flaxen hair with side bangs. This time she was wearing a formal suit, with a suit inside and a long coat on the outside. This time she coiled her long hair up, not the long hair shawl she had last time. The two of them walked to the side of the road talking and laughing, and she naturally opened the co-pilot to look at her father, who was putting things in the trunk. Qiao Moyu sat in the car and watched them talk and laugh and closed the car door. The car turned left and passed to the left of Qiao Moyu. This direction is not the way home! Qiao Moyu held the steering wheel tightly, where should I go? Qiao Moyu suddenly began to dislike himself, why should he be curious? Why get to know the father? Isn't it very good that he is like that, he has always been like that. Why do you want to let yourself see this qiē, a qiē and see a different father from yourself. I'd rather believe that my father is a cold-blooded animal than that my father is a sensual animal and that he will laugh. Thinking of this, Qiao Moyu laughed out loud and laughed loudly. The sound of knocking on the window, Qiao Moyu looked in the direction of the co-pilot, it was Nieman. Nieman? Qiao Moyu instantly reacted from his memory. Qiao Moyu faced the door, and by this time his mother was already gone. Qiao Moyu picked up the mobile phone on the dining table, it was over, it was already past seven o'clock. Qiao Moyu put the two lunch boxes into a canvas bag, put the dishes and chopsticks in, and immediately took the things and left the house. Along the way, Qiao Moyu wished that he was flying a plane. When I arrived at Qiao's Group, it was exactly half past seven. I hope Niemann won't be angry, hey, but if it's me, I'll be angry too, it's too untrustworthy, this shouldn't be what men do.