Wang Qiu quipped: "I think that girl was good last time." ”

Meng Hao knew that she was talking about what happened at the door last time, and she blushed a little for a while, looking at Wang Qiu's appearance watching TV, her side face was rounded and moderate, and the curvature of her chin was also obvious, making it impossible to figure out what she was thinking.

Meng Hao got up and scratched his head with his hand in some frustration: "I know, I won't bother you anymore." ”

"Hmm." Wang Qiu's eyes kept staring at the TV, not squinting, and he didn't turn his head sideways until Meng Hao left.

After that, Meng Hao really didn't pester Wang Qiu anymore, he would say hello when he met him in the elevator, he would say hello when he met downstairs, and he would still help carry things when he met him in the supermarket.

That kind of distance, Meng Hao mastered just right.

Wang Qiu devoted himself to calligraphy, and when he was fine, he could practice calligraphy for eight or nine hours a day.

Wang Qiu felt that life was good like this.

On this day, Zheng Chong came to Wang Qiu and said that there was a dinner party on Thursday that Wang Qiu needed to attend as Qin Chupei's female companion.

Wang Qiu lowered her head to practice calligraphy, the wind penetrated through the window screen, blowing her hair up and down from time to time, and the ruler pressed the rice paper to death.

There was no ink, so Zheng Chong immediately stepped forward to study the ink.

Wang Qiu put down the brush and looked at him: "We are already divorced, he can take that woman with him." ”

Zheng Chong has been with Qin Chupei for more than ten years, he knows everything about this circle, and he also knows the weight of Wang Qiu in Qin Chupei's heart: "This itinerary was set before you divorced Mr. Qin. ”

Wang Qiu didn't speak, she looked at the trees, the road, pedestrians and vehicles downstairs.

People come and go, traffic is busy, the river is endless, and there are thousands of strangers, just like her mood at the moment, with mixed tastes and indescribable.

Zheng Chong continued: "Madam, with all due respect, even if you divorce Mr. Qin, Miss Xu will not be able to become Mrs. Qin. ”

The corners of Wang Qiu's mouth twitched, and he snorted softly, as if helpless and disdainful: "That's her business." ”

Zheng Chong: "Miss Xu will never appear in the public eye, and Mr. Qin has always been very grateful to you for this." ”

"Needless to say, the clothes are ready." Wang Qiu was a little impatient, because Zheng Chong always looked respectful in front of her, and he was also very eye-catching, but it was this kind of too careful respect that made Wang Qiu feel very different.

Wang Qiu wanted to know if this was the case when he went to find Xu Shunian.

"I brought the clothes, you can choose a set." Zheng Chong pointed to the hanger on the side and said.

"Got it, let's go."

"I'll pick you up on time."

After Zheng Chong left, Wang Qiu walked to the hanger and flipped through them one by one, all of them were decent and gentle winds, and when they put them on, they gave people a feeling of not being arrogant or impatient.

Qin Chupei likes this style, so he used to wear this type of clothes every time Wang Qiu went out in the past.

But since he saw Xu Shunian, Wang Qiu suddenly realized that what he liked was not this gentle wind, but the gentle Xu Shunian.

Therefore, Wang Qiu remembered that when he went on a blind date with Qin Chupei, because he was born in a calligraphy family, he naturally had to dress generously and appropriately under the gaze of his parents.

Probably that time happened to wear it in Qin Chupei's heart, so it left a good impression on him.

But in fact, Wang Qiu, who is usually at school, is quiet, but he has always been very free to dress.

The next day, Wang Qiu went shopping, and she stopped in front of a red suspender dress.