At the beginning of autumn, the wind is not as hot as yesterday, especially in this afternoon, and there is a hint of coolness blowing in the face.

Wang Qiu sat at the table outside the café downstairs, leaning comfortably on the chair, wearing slippers with one leg on the other leg and dangling his feet, the light blue long skirt covered under the calves, the long hair fell over the shoulders and fell down the back of the chair, and the small cup of coffee in his hand was still steaming.

A young man came next to him, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, ordered a glass of juice with ice, and drank it all in a few breaths.

When I was about to leave, I saw Wang Qiu with his eyes closed and his head up, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

The mobile phone on the table shook, Wang Qiu opened her eyes, the coffee in the cup she was holding in her hand was not so hot, she took two sips and picked up the mobile phone to look at it.

'The driver will come and pick you up at five o'clock. ’

It was a message from Qin Chupei.

An imperceptible sadness flashed in Wang Qiu's eyebrows and eyes, and then disappeared.

She stood up, her long hair and the white skirt on her calves fluttering in the wind, and from a distance, she slowly painted a beautiful landscape.

When he got home, Wang Qiu changed into a pair of dark blue pants and a white shirt, the shirt was more casual, and the buttons on the chest were very low, so Wang Qiu also deliberately wore a white vest and a pair of light flat shoes.

So I went out and came to the hotel on the street opposite downstairs, where the driver was already waiting.

When Wang Qiu got into the car, he saw Qin Chupei, who was in a suit and leather shoes, sitting inside, he was forty-one years old, he was wearing a black suit, and his slender legs were neatly placed in front of the seat.

There is no wrinkle on the face, there is just the charm of a mature man.

Wang Qiu sat opposite him, looked at him, and asked, "After picking up your son, are you going home?" ”

Qin Chupei smiled at her: "Return, I promised him when I sent my son." ”

By the time we arrived at the camp destination, the children had already packed their belongings and were waiting for their parents with their suitcases.

Eleven-year-old Qin Muheng waved happily to the two, and Wang Qiu and Qin Chupei were undoubtedly the most eye-catching parents who picked up their children.

The height difference between the two of them is half a head, as well as Qin Chupei's high-end suit, which is worth a lot of money at first glance, and Wang Qiu, who is gentle and gentle.

Qin Muheng put the suitcase in the trunk by himself, and then sat in the car and looked at the two people outside through the window.

Qin Chupei is a person with status, and he is now at the helm of Junsheng Group, so naturally there are many people who come forward to talk.

Wang Qiu stood aside and smiled gracefully, smiling at the people who came to greet him politely, and listened carefully to their words.

On the way back, Wang Qiu put one hand around Qin Muheng's shoulder, and the two chatted about the summer camp intimately.

When they got home, Wang Qiu cooked, and the father and son discussed the new semester on the sofa.

Qin Muheng jumped a level to prepare for the first year of junior high school, Qin Chupei told him about the things that the school should pay attention to, which is nothing more than getting along with classmates, not being arrogant, listening to the teacher's words and so on.

Wang Qiu watched the father and son chatting, and laughter came from time to time, thinking to himself, such a happy picture, how good it would be if it could go on like this forever.

It's a pity that everything is an illusion.

After eating, Qin Muheng had already fallen asleep, Wang Qiu sat on the sofa and spit out smoke rings, and circles of white smoke lingered on her face and on the top of her head.

She seemed to be very tired and slumped back on the sofa, her slender fingers like soft wattles holding the fine cigarette, and flicked the ash off little by little, allowing it to fall on the sofa wantonly.