At the gate of the new school, a handsome little boy wearing a new school uniform waved his hand at his parents who were watching him walk into the school gate:

"Daddy, Mommy, goodbye......"

"Goodbye! Pick-up"

Kuang Meiyun waved her hand, watching her son rush into the palace of knowledge, his steps seemed unprecedentedly brisk, and his little head was looking left and right, he was full of curiosity about this new environment.

She stood there and watched, smiling slightly.

When the child is happy, she is happy.

Yes, a woman, once she has a child, the child will become her biggest concern.

Before, she was sorry for not being able to tell her child who his father was, but now?

She glanced at the man next to her, and was glad that this man had given the child such a favor.

Because of pampering, the child becomes more and more confident.

She thought of her son's request before: Mom, otherwise, you will marry Dad!

Thanks to that time, the mobile phone rang, and she was relieved of her at the right time, allowing her to escape the embarrassing answer. And the son did not ask her for answers after that.

However, she must admit that such a family atmosphere really makes her addicted: early in the morning, parents send their children to school together, how warm is the picture, and how happy is the child?

In fact, he has a beautiful girlfriend who is ashamed of himself.

So, this kind of life, she is absolutely not addicted to it, and she must remind herself very seriously of this.

Just thinking about it, Peng Boran's voice came into his ears:

"Let's go, take you to my studio in Shanghai. Start today and get you to work. As for the child's commuting to and from class, I will arrange for someone to pick up and drop off with my aunt, you don't have to worry about this matter, in the future, your focus is to follow up on the case......"

When Kuang Meiyun heard this, her spirit suddenly trembled, and she hurriedly followed, and her heart rose with anticipation:

It must be a completely different kind of life!

It will definitely be very fulfilling and exciting, and there will be a lot of new things to learn from your heart.

Suddenly, the man stopped, turned around and looked at her carefully, from head to toe, and looked closely, and saw the horror on her back......

"What?"

How did she feel uncomfortable!

"Why don't you wear the clothes I bought for you?"

He asked, in a strange voice, as if he was upset again.

Yes, before, he bought a lot of clothes for her, her aunt, and Xiaoyin, which was beautifully named: work clothes - a few days ago, he went out on a trip with him, which can be regarded as a disguised job, this is what this man said, and he also said that her taste was too bad, so she bought her a lot of clothes to replace with her before the trip. She couldn't say no because it was "overalls".

"At home, it's better for me to wear my own clothes."

Kwong Meiyun explained softly.

Those clothes are good, but they are all expensive.

From simple to luxurious, from luxurious to simple, this is definitely a reasonable saying, so at home, she still wears her own Taobao goods.

"You don't have to wear it because it's not working time at home, right?"

As he said this, his voice became more and more yin and yang.

She sounded a little weak, but she still looked straight at her head and nodded.

"The clothes you bought are too expensive, I'm afraid they will wear out......"

You can buy it again if it's worn out, are you stupid?

Peng Boran wanted to scold people like this, but he just glared at her speechlessly: This woman sometimes really has the potential to anger him - speaking principles can make him gnash his teeth.

"From now on, your time belongs to the state of work, so do you have to wear 'work clothes'?"

He bit the word "overalls" extraordinarily loudly.

Kwong Meiyun can only look down at his dress, so simple that he can't be more simple, compared with his dress, one is a representative of a successful man, and the other is the most ordinary handyman in the office.

"Shall you go back and change your clothes now?"

It's almost an hour's drive from here!

She asked softly, and she was thinking in her heart: This man didn't pick a thorn when he went out, but now he picks it, on purpose!

"I don't have so much time to waste in Beijing!"

"What then?"

He had already stepped into the cab and threw down a phrase:

"Let's go around and buy a few!"

"What? Buy again? ”

Sitting in the passenger cab, she exclaimed:

"I bought enough last time!"

I bought a dozen or so clothes that time, and I filled them all with clothes.

"It's summer clothes, it's time to buy autumn clothes......"

He started the car.

"No, I'll just do it today, and I'll change ...... tomorrow."

She really didn't want to buy any more clothes.

The car came to a stop on the side of the road.

"Get out of the car."

The man's voice suddenly became indistinct.

“……”

She was puzzled and looked at him: So angry?

No, she looked straight ahead, this man, sometimes quite gentlemanly, sometimes very domineering.

"Get out of the car."

He accentuated his voice.

Angry, absolutely angry.

So, what should she do?

She let out a deep breath.

"Where do you buy clothes? Let's go over together! I suddenly felt that my clothes were really bad, and it was a shame for you. Since the boss is so generous, I am disrespectful. ”

According to her previous temper, she must shake her head and leave.

But when dealing with this man, you can't do that.

Because of that case, she must participate, so she has to endure everything she can't bear, and after finishing speaking, she turned her head and pulled out a smile at this cold-faced man, bright and dazzling, and the faint deliberate flattery can still be seen.

Peng Boran glanced at it, and he really wanted to continue to drive people down willfully.

In his life, there are few people who disobey his orders, but this woman loves to go toe-to-toe with him - her personality is too strong, which is really a headache - just like Xiao Jinghuan, who only cares about herself and must let others cooperate with her, she is the most difficult woman to serve under him.

Now, this woman is like this - it is really like things, no wonder they can become friends, that idiom sums up its essence too well.

However, now, she is willing to sell his account like this, and it is rare to change her words immediately, if he continues to care like this, the relationship may be stiffened. That wasn't his intention.

So, he accepted it when he saw it, and directly started the car again.

After a while, she arrived at a private club, not the one he had taken her to before, but another.

Kwong Meiyun walked in front of the hanger, picked it carefully, looked at the prices intentionally or unintentionally, and had an urge to escape.

What does this man mean, how can a boss buy such expensive "work clothes" for his subordinates?

He didn't look at her, he looked at the clothes he looked at, took them out one by one, and finally came over and stuffed them into her hands:

"Go try."

She looked down at the price, her brows furrowed tightly, and she didn't want to move there: this man's taste was impeccable, but his ability to spend money was also breathtaking.

"Go!"

He urged, and kindly categorized:

"These two are a set, these three are a set, and this is an accessory...... In the future, as my assistant, you have to learn everything, all kinds of brands in life, all kinds of common sense in the case, you have to firmly grasp all for me...... The richer the experience and the more diverse the mastery, the clearer the judgment will be made about the psychological activities of the criminal when he commits the crime......"

Hehe, as soon as he said it, even wearing clothes has become a standard for judging whether he can become a qualified assistant.

"Got it!"

She sighed and had to try.

This man is definitely very good at picking clothes, and the clothes she picks are all neutral clothes, with good matching, excellent materials, plus exquisite handwork, the styles are novel and elegant, and when worn to the body, it belongs to her unique temperament, which is clearly highlighted.

"Very good."

The sales lady in the store looked at it and said sincerely:

"These clothes are simply made for you. No makeup is enough to look bright. It's great. ”

It's great, but the price is great.

But the local tyrant threw out two words:

"Swipe your card."

I bought four sets, and the installation fee was estimated to be several times her previous year's salary.

The so-called uselessness is not a blessing, such a vain dress, living and eating for nothing, after she suffered it, her heart was really empty.

"Actually, I don't think clothes need to be so expensive......

After getting in the car, she decided to express her thoughts:

"I can accept hundreds or two or three hundred clothes, and I can afford to buy them, and I can wear them with peace of mind...... I think it's a bit of a waste ......."

"And what class do you think you belong to?"

Peng Boran asked with a slanted glance.

Kwong Meiyun tilted her head sideways and said a big truth:

"The lowest level of the little citizens."

"And what class am I?"

He asked lightly again.

"The social elite."

When she answered, she didn't think about it, and she also came to a conclusion:

"In general, you and I are not from the same world at all."

"So, what do you want to say?"

He asked again.

"I didn't want to explain anything, I just felt that it was important to give myself a clear position."

She stated lightly and turned her head away: "It's an accident that a person like me, and someone like you, will have such an intersection as it is now." Since it was an accident, the time of intersection should not be too long. ”

"I prefer to use the word fate to describe it. How to start may not be controlled by humans, but how to go on can sometimes be controlled by humans. Before, we could say that we were in different realms of the same world, but in the future, or I can change the path you are walking on, the key is whether you are willing to ......"

This sentence is too meaningful.

Kuang Meiyun couldn't help but turn her head, and her heart jumped even more strangely:

He, what does this mean?

--- digression--- see you tomorrow.