Chu Ci hung up the phone and turned his head and saw Zhao Moran standing at the door of the bathroom, still wearing the silk pajamas she wore when she was sleeping. The light purple color seemed soft and pure in the morning light.

He went over, hugged her shoulder, and looked down: "Is it done?"

As he said that he had to take action, Zhao Moran took a step back and whispered: "Did she call?"

Chu Ci suddenly felt lost and nodded: "Yes."

She stopped talking and held the door frame and looked at him quietly. Chu Ci frowned: "Moran, don't do this, I said I will solve this problem."

"Yes." She smiled slightly: "I believe you."

Chu Ci's eyes searched her, as if she wanted to find her true thoughts, but she kept making it lightly that he could not see through or had seen through it, but he wanted to see something else.

He laughed at himself as stupid...

After a while, he spoke: "I won't go to the company today, stay at home to accompany you and Xunxun. Don't you want to draw? I'll take Xunxun."

To his surprise, she nodded: "I'm going to go out."

Chu Ci frowned: "Why are you going out?"

He knew that she rarely socializes, usually takes care of her children or draws...

He asked her that she had not hidden him, and walked to the locker room and said, "I made an appointment with Mrs. Wang, and she ordered two paintings from me."

Mrs. Wang?

Chu Ci chased after her, she was changing clothes, but she did not avoid him, and said while changing: "It's Lin Hua."

Chu Ci leaned against the door, thinking: "Have she made up with Mr. Wang?"

"Reconcile." Lin Hua put on a floral long skirt and whispered: "Is it strange?"

Chu Ci's heart moved and slowly stepped over and pressed her shoulder lightly. After she noticed it, she took a step back unconsciously, but he moved faster, and soon turned around and held her in her arms from behind and pressed against the mirror...

Her voice trembled slightly: "Chu Ci?"

His face was pressed against her, and his voice was hoarse, "Why can they be, we can't, Moran, I want to treat you well and live with you well."

She pressed against the cold mirror, behind her, her voice trembling: "We are different."

"What's different?" His hand gently shaved her face.

She lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes kept trembling, "They got married because of their feelings."

"We are not?" He rubbed her ear shamelessly, and his ears were a little red, and he smiled softly: "I really haven't liked me? The stern-hearted little poisonous woman."

She was seven or eight years younger than him, so he was able to bully him easily. And he deliberately teased Zhao Moran and couldn't resist at all. She trembled with a trembling voice: "I'll have an appointment later."

He let her go and smiled faintly: "I'll give you it later."

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't you want to bring Xunsun?"

Chu Ci looked at her: "There is a servant."

She didn't say anything, but he could see that she didn't want him to give it to her, just because she... wanted to gain some freedom outside of marriage. If he had been with his previous temper, he probably wouldn't let her go easily, but now he is different. If he likes someone, he has weaknesses... he is willing to give in.

So he nodded: ‘Okay, drive yourself and be careful… Also, come back for lunch?’

She thought for a while: "I'll probably come back."

Chu Ci smiled slightly, then gently stroked her cheek with a warm big palm... She wanted to retreat but thought about it and let him go.

Chu Ci smiled again: "Don't hide? What are you afraid of? I can't have such a good interest early in the morning."

The main thing is that there is that ugly little thing here, it's really a hindrance!

Zhao Moran's face was slightly hot, and he pushed him away...

She escaped a little quickly, and Chu Ci smiled slightly and didn't care. She ate breakfast together. After eating, she fed Xunxun and left with Hua. When she started the car, Chu Ci was wearing a home clothes and reached out to knock on her car window.

Zhao Moran slid down the car window and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ci's handwritten in his pocket and smiled faintly: "Driving carefully."

"You said this just now." She smiled slightly, then closed the window and drove away.

Chu Ci stood there and looked at the direction where the car was moving away, with a deep look.

He felt that he was a little wrong. He shouldn't give Song Yunfei two months. He should have pulled her to the hospital now... However, he hoped that in two months he found out that the child was not his.

He hesitated for the first time.

In the car, Zhao Moran also saw Chu Ci in the rearview mirror. He kept standing as if-

Her eyes were gloomy. If Chu Ci was not like that, she might be very grateful to him for his help to her family, but her life after marriage was humiliating... In his eyes, she was just a commodity. Now she said she liked to say love, which was too sudden and she was not so rare.

The car drove to the city and made an appointment with Lin Hua to meet a high-end cafe. Lin Hua had arrived when she went there. She was quite surprised and walked over and said softly: "Mrs. Wang."

Although Lin Hua is nearly forty years old, she is very well maintained and has a very elegant temperament. She looked at Zhao Moran and smiled slightly: "Come here and sit down. Just call me Sister Lin."

Zhao Moran smiled embarrassedly and sat down. Lin Hua had already ordered a cup of lime tea for her. She was a little surprised. Lin Hua smiled and said, "It was Anxi who told me that you like to drink this. I think you are feeding the child now. It is better to drink this."

"Thank you." Zhao Moran was a little nervous, but she was very relaxed when getting along with Lin Hua. She was very easy-going, just like An Xi said. Moreover, these two paintings were also introduced by An Xi, and she was a little flattered. After all, An Xi was Luo Lin, and her paintings were worth tens of millions, but Lin Hua was willing to spend money to buy her.

Lin Hua took the painting to appreciate it. He probably knew what she was thinking, so he smiled: "Isn't it strange why I wanted to buy your painting instead of asking Anxi to paint?"

Zhao Moran smiled embarrassedly again...

Lin Hua lowered her eyes and smiled: "Because Anxi is lazy, she rarely draws these years. In six or seven years, she has only painted two or three paintings. One was barely given by Jing Yao on his birthday, and the other was painted by her elders personally."

As she said that, she shook her head: "You don't know how naughty, naughty and active Anxi is, and you can't control her at all. If Xichen hadn't been in her place for years, I wouldn't know where the wild would have gone."

Zhao Moran was so shocked that she could not help but ask, "She and Professor Bo..."

"Oh, they took each other home." Lin Hua smiled: "The smooth relationship makes people a little envious."
Chapter completed!