Divorced only to find true love?

Thai food for dinner, the building next door, and a few steps away, Cheng Chonghe didn't give Gu Zhiqiao the right to choose, just asked her: Is Thai food good?

Gu Zhiqiao said yes.

The whole process is simple and fast, and there is no infinite flow of conversations such as I can eat whatever you want.

The same is true for ordering food. Maybe it's because I have seen Gu Zhiqiao go through the menu several times, but can't decide what to order, and finally returned to the way she recommended.Cheng Chonghe also only asked one question: "Easier dinner?"

Gu Zhiqiao is still a good word.

The default rule of the metropolitan dinner is that unless there is a need to have a big meal to comfort oneself, or a business banquet, the dinner should be simple and light.

Not saving.

The average commuting time in Shanghai is 10-[-] minutes one way, from [-] to [-], no matter what you get home, it will be [-]:[-], or you can eat something outside, if you cook it yourself, it takes half an hour to [-] quarters of an hour, and it is already [-] o'clock when you sit down to eat. How long does it take to digest after eating?

Lack of exercise and don't want to make your clothes too tight, so I have to keep everything simple.

Adults, adults who have lost their fun.

When I was in Dali, I didn't pay much attention to it. Cheng Chong and her food were as restrained as she seemed.

A serving of four shrimp cakes, she only ate one, Gu Zhiqiao ate three; a few mouthfuls of water spinach with shrimp paste; a few chopsticks caught in green papaya salad; barbecue platter, mutton, beef and chicken skewers each ate a skewer, others The pork neck roast chicken moved slightly; the coconut milk pudding was half of Gu Zhiqiao's.

After getting older, the amount of dinner has decreased year by year, especially when he returned to Shanghai, and the amount of exercise was much less than when he was in Dali. Cheng Chonghe consciously restrained himself, and watched Gu Zhiqiao eat with a smile all the time.When Gu Zhiqiao eats, as long as he eats delicious food, he will devote himself wholeheartedly even if he is absent-minded at first.Cheng Chonghe could almost imagine that when she took a bite, a villain would rise in her heart, and she closed her eyes and was intoxicated and called out delicious.

"Ms. Cheng, in fact, you don't need to watch me eat. It's serious to eat a few more mouthfuls yourself." Gu Zhiqiao couldn't help but said, being terrified by Cheng Chonghe's aunt's smile.

"You know that after a certain age, people have to restrain themselves in everything, otherwise, they will gain weight."

Gu Zhiqiao stopped the chopsticks, she is already 32 years old.Greedy, too lazy to exercise and afraid of gaining weight, when a person is fat, he will look bloated in whatever he wears.However, she also heard that when a person reaches a certain age, he should not be too thin, otherwise he would appear acrimonious.

"What if you can't finish the roast chicken and pork neck? If Mark Twain is here, he can eat it."

Speaking of Mark Twain, Cheng Chonghe's eyes were dyed with a warm color. "You still miss it. Mark Twain returned to Shanghai with us, do you want to see it?"

Gu Zhiqiao nodded hurriedly.

"Want to want."

Cheng Chonghe turned on the mobile phone monitoring, and Mark Twain was lying on the mat at the door, lazily, without the slightest air of being in Dali.

The Dalmatians look like a mangy dog.

"Poor baby, there's not enough space to move around here. I used to be able to go out and steal a favor and take people shopping or something, but now I can only sleep on my stomach. Hey, did it just sigh?"

"It's breathing. Ms. Gu, I didn't ask you carefully last time. Did Mark Twain really take you to find fried dough sticks?" Cheng Cheng has always had doubts about this matter. As a dog, Mark Twain is smart enough, but he understands It was hard for her to believe that the fried dough sticks, the person who understood the language, wanted to eat fried dough sticks, and even took the other party there. "Before I came out of Dali, I specially wrote a note for Mark Twain to take to buy fried dough sticks, but I never succeeded." Thinking of the previous experiences, Cheng Chonghe felt quite frustrated.

"You asked Mark Twain to buy fried dough sticks? Because he took me to buy fried dough sticks and you said that you couldn't believe it, so you asked him to buy fried dough sticks by himself?" Gu Zhiqiao could hardly believe it.

Cheng Chonghe gave her a strange look. "I put a basket or bag on Mark Twain, filled it with notes and money, and told him to buy fried dough sticks. He went out, and the money disappeared, but there were no fried dough sticks."

"Not every time," she emphasized.

"Ms. Cheng, you are too cute." Gu Zhiqiao always thought that only he could do this kind of thing.

"Cute is disrespectful when applied to a woman."

"No, no, no, cuteness is very appropriate for a lady. You must know that a lady can be elegant, beautiful, and generous, but cuteness is such a rare and precious trait."

Exaggerated, Cheng Chonghe laughed.

"Seriously, Ms. Cheng, no one would steal money from Mark Twain, would they?"

Thinking about Mark Twain's size and attack ability, Cheng Chonghe nodded in agreement, unless Mark Twain was willing to give it, the other party could not steal it.

"I guess you're going to blame Mark Twain for walking around and losing the money."

"Yes, can there be another explanation?"

"Is the note here?"

"I didn't notice."

"If I asked Mark Twain to buy You Tiao, I would definitely follow it secretly. Maybe there will be other discoveries."

"for example?"

"For example, it went to the stall next door and ate other people's duck legs. Do you remember, when it took me to buy fried dough sticks, its eyes were always on the duck legs next door."

"You mean it took the money to buy duck legs next door?"

"It just needs to stand in front of the duck leg stand and shake the rich baskets and bags, and people will naturally give her duck legs. A note? It doesn't matter, people think it's funny. How much do you give her every time?"

"...five yuan." It happened to be the money of a duck leg.

"Go back and check Douyin or other short video sites, maybe Mark Twain will be posted online."

After dinner, the two came out of the restaurant and walked on the street as bright as day, Cheng Chonghe still couldn't believe that her family's Mark Twain would be the kind of dog spirit described by Gu Zhiqiao.Well, Gu Zhiqiao regards Mark Twain as a dog spirit. She speaks eloquently and eloquently. Cheng Chonghe suggested that she record all those words in the masterpiece "Ghost Tales".

Walking to the intersection, a sapphire blue convertible Porsche 911 slowly drove past - on the road in the center of Shanghai, it was not midnight, even the rocket could only yield to the traffic and move forward slowly.

The car stereo of the Porsche 911 is turned on loudly, with familiar tunes and familiar Japanese lyrics:

"Your smile and inner buds quietly bloom,

The dream of meeting you begins,

Even if the seasons change and the address changes,

We in the dream don't move...

Meeting may be just by chance, but meeting again is fate,

wowwow you say so,

I can't stop talking with you,

This must be a sign of something..."

Every note beats the longing and joy of being in love.

Noticing Gu Zhiqiao's smile, Cheng Chonghe was curious: "Like sports cars?"

"Ah, no, it's the song I like playing in the car, the end of dreams, the beginning of love."

There was infinite desire and yearning in her voice.

Cheng Chonghe listened to it, not understanding the meaning of the lyrics, but they could also feel the relief and hope.

"Miss Gu." Cheng Chonghe couldn't help asking, "Do you feel relieved to be separated from Hanyin?"

"A little bit, but the relief is not all, or even a small part of it. I feel relief, pain, guilt, disappointment in myself, a feeling of being torn apart."

"disappointment?"

"I sometimes wonder if I am more active in this relationship, actively express my feelings, actively change, and actively work to make Hanyin feel that my hard work will be better for me and her."

"Then why not?"

"I'm not a motivated person." Gu Zhiqiao looked at Cheng Chonghe with a bitter smile.

Dazzling advertising lights continuously shone on Cheng Chonghe's face alternately. Her eyes were shining, and she looked at Gu Zhiqiao calmly, with sincere concern and no half-criticism, as if the two were not talking about her daughter's marriage, but just Gu Zhiqiao itself.No matter how dazzling the dim and uncertain light bands around her were, they could not weaken her brilliance at all.

"Actually, that day, she said that we could start over. I was very happy and happy, and I was ready to work hard when I came back. I even thought about leaving Mr. Wang, leaving X Media, and jumping to Party A, even if I hate I don’t believe that those corporate cultures can brainwash me, so it’s better to work harder, as long as the sex ratio is high.”

Cheng Chonghe smiled. "That's why we broke up so resolutely? Is it really for Lin Jianxue?"

"Hey, you don't know? Hanyin didn't tell you?"

"Our mother-daughter relationship is not as close as yours. What do you think? She said something and complained about your words. There are few other things. It is better that you talk more. In the future, fathers, children, and yourselves, children refer to What? You plan to have a baby?"

When mentioning the child, Gu Zhiqiao's face turned dark. There is nothing else to say, the fact of having a child makes her sick.

"It seems that the child has another secret, do you want to talk about it?"

Gu Zhiqiao thought about it, "I don't want it anymore. It's not good for me to tell you bad things about her. Well, anyway, someone once said that a person should get married at least three times in his life."

"Who said that?"

"A postmodern philosopher, Jo.Gu, you haven't heard of it."

This pretense of mystery, Cheng Chonghe knew it when he thought about it, and said with a smile: "Well, a philosopher full of nonsense."

There was too much gossip, and finally the two separated at the intersection. According to Cheng Chonghe's intention, she could call a car and take Gu Zhiqiao with her.But obviously, Gu Zhiqiao didn't want to reveal that her new residence was in the same neighborhood as Lin Hanyin. If Cheng Chonghe insisted that it was not a coincidence that she found the house there, it was not because she happened to have a suitable residence, but because she never forgot it, the explanation would change. became a cover.If others think so, it's no big deal.But Cheng Chonghe is Lin Hanyin's mother, no matter how long they are away, no matter how distant their relationship is, their mother will always be close.

After swiping his card to enter the subway, Gu Zhiqiao finally remembered what his original purpose of looking for Cheng Chonghe was.She went to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

Click on WeChat and find Cheng Chonghe whose profile picture is Mark Twain Dalmatians.

Gu Zhiqiao: [That, that, if Mark Twain saw me, would he recognize me? 】

Cheng Chonghe: [She took you to buy fried dough sticks, she must recognize you.Its owner is not treated so well! (╯▔dish▔)╯]

Cheng Chonghe, who knows how to use emojis, and Gu Zhiqiao covered their chests with blood on their faces.

Gu Zhiqiao: 【Then why doesn't her master recognize me?finger.gif]

Unprepared, the text turned into a phone call, Gu Zhiqiao panicked with fright, who is it, I don't know that some words can be typed but can't be said on the phone.

Reject?

No, she dared not.

As soon as it was connected, the chuckle quickly swept through the entire neural network through the synapses. During the transmission process, the bioelectricity seemed to leak from the side, and the weak current stimulation made Gu Zhiqiao feel ashamed and annoyed. "Ms. Cheng!"

"It turned out to be for this. I thought you didn't want others to know about your love life. If you let Mr. Wang know that we know each other, she will definitely let you explain. Isn't it adding trouble to you?"

All right.Gu Zhiqiao reluctantly accepted this explanation. "But you're not surprised at all. Miss Qian was surprised."

Isn't it surprising?Of course it was unexpected.How can it not be surprising that someone who I thought I would not see in the short term suddenly appeared in front of me. "I suggest you master the expression management technique well. Hey, Miss Gu, you stared at me angrily the whole time because I didn't show surprise?"

"I'm not angry." Staring at him was a fact, and Gu Zhiqiao couldn't deny it. "You are an important customer. If you sit across from me, I will definitely watch you."

Of course Cheng Chonghe wouldn't argue with her, "Your President Wang didn't ask you when you went back?"

"I asked." She also said that she was obscene, um, I can't talk about this. "Actually, all my acquaintances know about it. They have met Hanyin and had dinner together. If it wasn't for Hanyin's firm opposition, my parents would have known about it a long time ago."

There was a brief silence on the phone. "At least now, you don't have to explain the divorce to your parents."

"That's right, it saves trouble." Gu Zhiqiao laughed a few times.

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