On the day of the blind date, the billionaire and I had a flash marriage

On the way, Li Jing'er's cell phone rang again, and she answered it angrily: "What are you doing? I'm already on my way."

"Jing'er?"

Only then did Li Jing'er realize that the person opposite was not Qi Dabin, and she had yelled at the wrong person.

She quickly changed her expression and smiled: "Zhicheng, what's wrong?"

Lu Zhicheng said unnaturally: "What happened to you just now? Who bullied you?"

Li Jing'er felt a little aggrieved, and now only Lu Zhicheng, a man, would feel sorry for her.

Lu Zhicheng said a few more words about how difficult it was at home, and Li Jing'er felt distressed and gave Lu Zhicheng another five hundred yuan.

"Zhicheng, you're so kind to me. It'll be okay. I'm not afraid of any grievances I may suffer."

Lu Zhicheng's voice softened: "Jing'er, I know how you feel. It's okay. I will always be your shield. Don't be too tired. I don't need the money. You don't even have enough for yourself."

Li Jing'er shook her head: "Zhicheng, I know the family is tight on money, so I'd better subsidize the family first."

Lu Zhicheng was moved and said: "Jing'er, it's better for you. Okay, I won't disturb your work anymore. I love you."

Li Jing'er stayed with Lu Zhicheng for a while, then hung up the phone. Thinking of having to face the devil Qi Dabin later, she felt even more annoyed.

Compared with the chaos here, Pei Qinghuan's side is much quieter.

Although he changed his major since his sophomore year, Pei Qinghuan loves design and design, so he never misses online competitions and never stops writing.

Wearing a plain skirt, she was writing and drawing in the store door where the light and wind were milder.

This was what Gu Jinchen saw when he came, and he couldn't help but lower his breath.

This woman was very good-looking, he had to admit.

"Mr. Gu?"

Pei Qinghuan spotted him first and stopped the pen in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Qinghuan handed him the painting in his hand: "I'm just painting something casually. The sales of my last work were actually pretty good. I'm very encouraged."

The woman's bright facial features moved Gu Jinchen's heart.

"Nice painting."

His tone was somewhat restrained.

Pei Qinghuan was a little disappointed, was it just good? But then she thought that Mr. Gu didn't understand this, so it was already good to praise her.

"By the way, Mr. Gu, what are you doing here?"

Gu Jinchen frowned slightly and felt a little confused for no reason: "Why, can't I come if I have nothing to do?"

Pei Qinghuan felt that the other party was angry, but she didn't know why, so she felt a little baffled.

"No, I just think Mr. Gu also has his own work. It's not good to come here all the time because of what Grandpa Gu said. I will say good things about you in front of Grandpa Gu later. Mr. Gu doesn't have to come every day."

Gu Jinchen wanted to say that he wanted to come, but he felt that this was too attentive.

He frowned and relaxed, but finally said nothing.

Pei Qinghuan still gave him a cup of jasmine tea as usual.

"It's a bit hot today, let's drink some."

Gu Jinchen looked at the faint color in the tea and wanted to say that he actually came by car and didn't feel very hot.

But I took a sip anyway.

Tu Ran had been working for more than half a month at this time. Practice makes perfect when it comes to moving goods, and there is no greenness at the beginning.

He happened to see the drawing in Pei Qinghuan's hand as he passed by and said curiously: "Sister Qinghuan, today's share is good. Hey, is this a new work? What a beautiful design! The flower is also decorated just right, Qing Sister Huan is so amazing!"

As soon as Tu Ran came over, he gave Pei Qinghuan a rainbow fart, praising him to the heavens and the earth, and Pei Qinghuan immediately felt his ears turning a little red.

"No way, this is just the first draft, there are still several ideas I haven't drawn out yet."

Tu Ran's eyes sparkled: "How about I help Sister Qinghuan draw it, and you tell me the style. Anyway, I've finished moving the goods, so I have nothing to do."

Pei Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and just when he was about to nod, Gu Jinchen saw from the side that the distance between the two of them was a little close, and he pulled Pei Qinghuan back with a calm expression.

"Just talk, why are you so close to the test?"

Pei Qinghuan was stunned. Before he could think about it, Tu Ran said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, sorry, brother-in-law, don't be angry. I was excited for a moment. How about Sister Qinghuan, is that okay?"

Pei Qinghuan was confused. Tu Ran said Mr. Gu was angry?

What are you angry about? Could it be that she and Tu Ran were too close, but didn't Mr. Gu himself say that he didn't want to interfere with each other?

She was a little confused for a moment, but was interrupted by Tu Ran's question, so she had to answer: "Of course."

Then he saw Tu Ran's excited eyes looking towards Pei An'an not far away, showing a happy expression, and it suddenly became clear.

Pei Qinghuan frowned and pretended to be angry: "I saw it with both eyes. Please calm down your eyes."

Tu Ran rubbed the back of his head, looking silly: "Ah, no, Sister Qinghuan, don't get me wrong, I'm leaving."

He picked up the drawing board and ran away.

Pei Qinghuan accidentally let the person go and had no choice but to smile.

But then he frowned slightly.

When she saw the way Tu Ran looked at Pei An'an before, she thought it was just the admiration and admiration of the younger brother meeting his senior sister, but after seeing it too much, she felt something was wrong.

After thinking about it and not being able to figure it out, Pei Qinghuan had no choice but to hold back for the time being and wait until he had time to ask An An.

Gu Jinchen, on the other hand, saw his wife smiling and frowning because of a young boy, and he felt a little depressed for some reason.

He suddenly said: "There will be an international fashion design exhibition in a few days. I can take you there."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt like a low-grade child, clumsily using food or toys to attract the attention of the people he liked.

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